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Childhood Companions: Things Boys Carried With Them In The 1960s


Published on Aug 20, 2018

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4 Responses to Childhood Companions: Things Boys Carried With Them In The 1960s

  1. Katie says:

    I tried never to go a day without Bazooka Bubble Gum. At 2 cents a piece a quarter would by a good supply.
    Collecting bottles was a great way to get some cash to buy the gum.
    Remember Bazooka Joe comics? Corny but fun.

    • KOYOTE says:

      YES, I REMEMBER, “COLLECTIN’ SODA BOTTLES, TO GET MYSELF SOME DOUGH”… LYNARD SKYNARD…………..

      • Angel-NYC says:

        😀 “The Ballad of Curtis Loew”

      • Angel-NYC says:

        Well I used to wake the mornin’ … before the rooster crowed
        Searchin’ for soda bottles to get myself some dough
        Brought ’em down to the corner … down to the country store
        Cash ’em in and give my money to a man named Curtis Leow

        Old Curt was a black man with white curly hair
        When he had a fifth of wine he did not have a care
        He used to own an old Dobro … used to play it across his knees
        I’d give old Curt my money … he’d play all day for me

        Play me a song Curtis Leow … Curtis Leow
        Well I got your drinking money … tune up your Dobro
        People said he was useless … them people all were fools
        ‘Cause Curtis Leow was the finest picker to ever play the blues

        He looked to be sixty … and maybe I was ten
        Mama used to whup me but I’d go see him again
        I’d clap my hands, stomp my feets, try to stay in time
        He’d play me a song or two then take another drink of wine

        Play me a song Curtis Leow … Curtis Leow
        Well I got your drinking money … tune up your Dobro
        People said he was useless … them people all were fools
        ‘Cause Curtis Leow was the finest picker to ever play the blues

        Yesssir

        On the day old Curtis died nobody came to pray
        Ol’ preacher said some words and they chunked him in the clay
        Well he lived a lifetime playin’ the black man’s blues
        And on the day he lost his life that’s all he had to lose

        Play me a song Curtis Leow … hey Curtis Leow
        I wish that you was here so everyone would know
        People said you were useless … them people all are fools
        ‘Cause Curtis you’re the finest picker to ever play the blues

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