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@lippyent The starter went out on my '61 Karmann Ghia in 1967 and I went three months making sure I parked on inclines so it would start like this. Luckily I lived on the edge of the Texas Hill Country...

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@PastPopPics In the early '60s my mother had a '49 model of this. On the fender was a circular rust spot that perfectly matched a steel beer can. I always wondered how the can stayed long enough to make the ring and how many other cans the previous owner drank.

1948

"Court records show Romanoff had 47 prior arrests and 29 convictions before the fatal pursuit." WHY DO WE EVEN HAVE A JUSTICE SYSTEM IF THIS CAN HAPPEN? WHY BOTHER? komonews.com/news/local/wom…

@Rainmaker1973 Meanwhile, the Post Office's plan for improving ZIP codes with ZIP-A-Dee-Doo-Dah codes failed due to lack of money and efficiency.

In 1963, the U.S. introduced ZIP codes, with the Postal Service explaining what the numbers mean and how to use them.

@Gracro5 That was one of the most beautiful faces ever. Maybe THE most.

American actress Loretta Young

@RandyDa25687858 We had a ‘61 Biscayne. It defined Strippo. Rubber floors, woven vinyl seats, no buttons on the radio. It even had fewer tail lights than the Impala!

* * * Chevy Biscayne .;-*-;. 🧐

@histories_arch My father used to say some women were “ugly as homemade soap.” Now I get it.

Making soap from “meat drippings” during WWI (1917)... Around 1917, households were urged to save every bit of leftover fat—meat drippings, grease, lard—because it wasn’t waste, it was a resource. Collected in jars and passed along to butchers or community drives, these scraps were rendered, cleaned, and transformed using lye into soap. At a time when traditional soap-making materials were scarce, this process became essential—not just for hygiene, but for survival on the home front. But it went even deeper. These saved fats were also used to extract glycerin, a key ingredient in munitions. In other words, something as ordinary as leftover grease could help fuel the war itself. Campaigns framed it as a patriotic duty: don’t throw it away—save it, contribute, *win the war*. The soap it produced wasn’t luxurious. It was rough, practical—used for laundry and heavy cleaning. But it worked. And it turned everyday women, in ordinary kitchens, into quiet participants in a global conflict. © Reddit #archaeohistories

@pastarchive The one on the right probably owned it.

Three elderly women pose poolside as they enjoy a sunny day at a South Beach hotel, Florida, 1979. (Photo by Andy Sweet)

@USATRUMPMAN1 He’s the famous French janitor: Jacques Cousteau-dian!

People today don’t know who he is

@KeeneJarret Dime.

I’m so old I remember when a comic book cost 35 cents.

@TracesofTexas Wonder if she survived the 1900 hurricane…

A stunning portrait of a woman in Galveston circa 1890. What a look! Isn't her clothing exquisite?

@shouq_al90149 Raleigh, Viceroy

@CorpBarnaby You buried the lede—he survived!

🇺🇸 Most Badass Americans You Don’t Know: #8 Vito Bertoldo Vito Bertoldo is an American Badass He was an Army cook who decided to single-handedly serve the Germans a full American can of whoop-ass during the Battle of the Bulge. This legend turned a command post into his one-man slaughterhouse for 48 straight hours against tanks and hundreds of Germans. He refused orders to retreat even when wounded three times and single-handedly saved entire battalions. He earned the Medal of Honor as a true American legend. Though he was exempt from the draft because of poor eyesight, he enlisted anyways in the Army in 1942, and was approved for limited duty in the United States as a military policeman. He knew who he was and talked his way into infantry school. He was assigned as a cook in the 42nd Infantry Division. During the Battle of the Bulge near Hatten, France, Vito Bertoldo, the cook, was ordered to hold a critical command post. They stripped him of all support and left him alone to face the full fury of the German army. He had the Germans right where he wanted them. For 48 straight hours this badass manned a machine gun alone against tanks and wave after wave of German infantry. When two enemy armored personnel carriers led by a tank moved toward his position, he calmly waited for the troops to dismount and then, with the tank firing directly at him, leaned out of the window and mowed down the entire group of more than 20 Germans with devastating fire. He killed over 40 enemies, refused every order to retreat even after being wounded three times, and voluntarily stayed behind to cover the withdrawal of the battalion staff and command group. His stand prevented the enemy from breaking through, allowing the entire battalion to escape and reorganize safely. Vito Bertoldo is an American Legend 🇺🇸

@lancecheek “Can’t help myself “ hit the charts in summer ‘65 here. Shows how little we communicated pre-satellite and Internet.

UK singles chart this week in 1970

@ACMillerAuthor Is he named after his dad? I mean, is there a big Dick and a little Dick?

Do we think Dick will like the change? Ad from 1945.

@GPAIndiana I turned 21 in be late’68, which means at some point I saw one of these in a showroom and thought “nothin’s worth more than four grand!”

1969 Pontiac GTO convertible — top down, engine loud, and zero interest in blending in. This isn't just a car, it's a rolling reminder that cool used to come with chrome, attitude, and a V8 that didn't whisper. 😎

@ClassicMovieHub "When I take you out tonight with me..."🎶

Harry Stockwell born April 27, in 1902. 8 films including Broadway Melody of 1936 and Here Comes the Band - but is probably best known as the voice of The Prince in Disney's Snow White & the Seven Dwarfs 1937. On Broadway, he played Curly in Oklahoma from 1943-1948. Did You Know? He was the father of actors Guy and Dean Stockwell #botd

@1Nicdar 1. The Second Amendment There's your one reason, pal. Feel free to move to Canada. They've probably made wire hangers illegal by now.

One reason? 🤷🏻‍♂️

@lippyent "Ten-four! Ten-four!"

Can you name this TV Series 📺 from just this shot? Hmm 🤔 ?¿

@DaveDuricy If you had one of those with the flathead V-8, your life was just about perfect.

She: “Do you want a ball room?” He: “Nah, I carry mine with me.” 1950 Mercury.