OK, here we go: "I'm so old I remember..."

[applegrove]

18. The knife sharpener going around my neighborhood every year trying to

get customers with a horn or a bell. I never saw him. But he came at least once a year and went up and down the streets.

Using brightly colored telephone wire to make chokers and bracelets by wrapping it around itself.

15 foot snowbanks at the corner of streets. Now they cart most the snow away in trucks. We lived on a corner. The snowforts were legendary.