Age and life experience

[f6john]

Was thinking about how age and experience is downplayed to young and fresh today. I sure it’s always been that way but being I’m no longer “young” I have a different perspective.

What “dates” you? Here are a couple of images that marks an earlier time for me.





I shared a close relationship with both these items when I was a child.

What “dates” your past?

[Bret SD]

Was thinking about how age and experience is downplayed to young and fresh today. I sure it’s always been that way but being I’m no longer “young” I have a different perspective.

What “dates” you? Here are a couple of images that marks an earlier time for me.





I shared a close relationship with both these items when I was a child.

What “dates” your past?

My grandfather had a couple of the old push mowers in his garage, he kept them so well oiled and operational and sharp that they worked like a dream, and the roller behind the mower flatten the lawn out so it looked beautifully manicured.
He also had old hand drills and several block planes. Your post reminded me of what a great man he was.

[msb]

I guess I'm getting old (just added another year to the clock yesterday), but I also grew up in a small rural town in an old house. A big old 3 story house on the lake with a furnace like this to heat the whole place. Once we were old enough Im guessing 5, 6 or so, it was my brother's and my job to shovel coal into the furnace first thing every morning. Had a coal bin in the basement where the delivery truck would dump in a load every couple weeks through a chute. There were only a few registers on the main floor that would generate much heat, so we along with my sister used to race each morning in the Winters  to get near one to get dressed for school. The furnace did not generate heat upstairs where our bedrooms were so we went to sleep with bricks warmed up in the fireplace and wrapped in flannel to warm our feet up in bed. Imagine...growing up thinking having a mountian of coal in your basement and using it for everyday heat was as normal as could be...



First "motorcycle"

[old2soon]

        We moved outa Chicago 1950 I believe into a housing development in Round Lake Il. Frame house that was built uninsulated. And All it had was a floor furnace. One big register at the foot of the steps upstairs and the small hall going to either of the 2 bedrooms and the single bathroom. I remember more than once burning my feet on that register on a cold winter snowy morning more than once. We eventually got central heat and insulation but we endured a couple of winters without that central heat.
         That first pic I believe it's called a weed whip. An early weed whacker if you will. I have a Lot of hours on a weed whip and behind a push mower. I seem to remember Dad Finally bought a grass catcher so we wouldn't have near as much raking. I also recall trimming the hedges with those hand operated hedge trimmers. Also remember picking up dog crap Before we cut the grass. Painted the house trim every other year or so or every third year and All of this seemed Normal to us. Allowance? I got a paper route so I could have spending money BUT the around the house jobs Still needed to be done. Dad was fair-do yer job job but also the work around where you live!  RIDE SAFE.

[Patrick]

I remember them !  Even used them !

Remember the big hand scythe's. Used them.

After the push reel mower we thought it was great, actually I thought it great because I'm the one that used it, when we got a powered reel mower. I mowed 3.5 acres with it and later a push 18" Toro rotary.

I remember drum brakes, center plane brakes. Non-circumsized transmissions, points ignition, manual chokes, manual spark advance, manual convertible tops, Ford Retractable's [ had to fix them].  etc.


The old octupus boiler ?  I remember the coal chute and shoveling.

[signart]

I can remember when I was a kid, the carnival during our county fair was so small we only had one bumper car. The freak show featured the world's tallest midget, also had a zebra with no stripes.

badump-bump

[Jess from VA]

Several of my earliest houses (lived in 17 places before first grade) had coal chutes and coal fired furnaces.  Fortunately, I was too young yet to be handed the shovel.

Later we had a (woefully inadequate) natural gas furnace on a big drafty old uninsulated house on an island on Lake Erie (waterfront), and the only warm spots in the whole house in Winter were in front of two registers, and we kids used to fight over sitting in those spots.  We wore heavy sweat suits inside all winter and that seemed entirely normal.  Upstairs was only heated by rising air from downstairs, so if you closed your bedroom door at night, you could see your breath in the morning.

Hey, check out my new headers.
 

My vintage Daisy BB gun.  Saved up a long time to get it.


My high top KEDs (they were highly desirable, but no one shot anybody for them).  But in summer, we often stopped wearing shoes entirely, except the folks insisted we wear shoes to church.  And mom always wore a hat to church.


All day entertainment (in a can).


Playing paddleball was fun.  But you were not allowed to play in the house (after breaking a lamp or two).  And this was one rule you followed, because if caught, using it on you was much easier on mom's hand.


Schwinn bicycle.


I never got a pair of pants I didn't have to grow into until Jr Hi. (and I never grew all that fast)  When wearing baggy pants hanging off your ass later came into vogue, I had bad flashbacks.


Taking turns cranking the home made ice cream machine (till your arm almost fell off).


Milk every afternoon in school I (regular or chocolate).


All your family photos looked like this (now go take your good clothes off before you ruin them).


Suddenly, most of the girls got taller than the guys, and you wondered why the heck that happened.


Our first new car.

(Both parents smoking unfiltered pall malls up front with the windows up... and I've never been exactly right since then.)  

[hubcapsc]

Remember phone numbers like CE2-5687? And houses that cost less than
cars do now?



My father designed, painted and installed that sign.

I still have the swing-blade, but lost track of the push mower...

-Mike

[The emperor has no clothes]

Remember phone numbers like CE2-5687? And houses that cost less than
cars do now?



My father designed, painted and installed that sign.

I still have the swing-blade, but lost track of the push mower...

-Mike

Cool sign ! Is that you and your Mom ?

[msb]

I was also quite intimate with this as a young boy (well, at least my backside was ) I believe old "Woody" as it was affectionately known as in that old house on Kootenay Lake with the coal furnace way back then, played a big part in me growing up into the respectable adult I've been for the most part of my life  

[hubcapsc]

Cool sign ! Is that you and your Mom ?

That's my sister, she's 6 years older than me...

-Mike

[Serk]

I'm this old:





I'm so old I rode my bicycle without a helmet!

Car seat belts were optional, and rarely worn.

[henry 008]

I guess I'm getting old (just added another year to the clock yesterday), but I also grew up in a small rural town in an old house. A big old 3 story house on the lake with a furnace like this to heat the whole place. Once we were old enough Im guessing 5, 6 or so, it was my brother's and my job to shovel coal into the furnace first thing every morning. Had a coal bin in the basement where the delivery truck would dump in a load every couple weeks through a chute. There were only a few registers on the main floor that would generate much heat, so we along with my sister used to race each morning in the Winters  to get near one to get dressed for school. The furnace did not generate heat upstairs where our bedrooms were so we went to sleep with bricks warmed up in the fireplace and wrapped in flannel to warm our feet up in bed. Imagine...growing up thinking having a mountian of coal in your basement and using it for everyday heat was as normal as could be...



First "motorcycle"

"(just added another year to the clock yesterday)" Happy Birthday!

We had a coal furnace like that one in our greenhouse a couple miles from home. after supper, dad and i would go fill it and it would run all night most of the time. if it got too cold an alarm would go off at our house and we had to wake early to go fill it again. i remember getting our 1st TV, it had a big round screen that was more green than black and white.

[shadowsoftime]

Several of my earliest houses (lived in 17 places before first grade) had coal chutes and coal fired furnaces.  Fortunately, I was too young yet to be handed the shovel.

Later we had a (woefully inadequate) natural gas furnace on a big drafty old uninsulated house on an island on Lake Erie (waterfront), and the only warm spots in the whole house in Winter were in front of two registers, and we kids used to fight over sitting in those spots.  We wore heavy sweat suits inside all winter and that seemed entirely normal.  Upstairs was only heated by rising air from downstairs, so if you closed your bedroom door at night, you could see your breath in the morning.

Hey, check out my new headers.
 

My vintage Daisy BB gun.  Saved up a long time to get it.


My high top KEDs (they were highly desirable, but no one shot anybody for them).  But in summer, we often stopped wearing shoes entirely, except the folks insisted we wear shoes to church.


All day entertainment (in a can).


Playing paddleball was fun.  But you were not allowed to play in the house (after breaking a lamp or two).  And this was one rule you followed, because if caught, using it on you was much easier on mom's hand.


Schwinn bicycle.


I never got a pair of pants I didn't have to grow into until Jr Hi. (and I never grew all that fast)  When wearing baggy pants hanging off your ass later came into vogue, I had bad flashbacks.


Taking turns cranking the home made ice cream machine (till your arm almost fell off).


Milk every afternoon in school I (regular or chocolate).


All your family photos looked like this (now go take your good clothes off before you ruin them).


Suddenly, most of the girls got taller than the guys, and you wondered why the heck that happened.


Our first new car.

(Both parents smoking unfiltered pall malls up front with the windows up... and I've never been exactly right since then.)  

You took care of some that I can remember,  Johnny 7, Banana seats, Sissy Bars, Butterfly Handle bars, Kick the Can, tasting a Mud Pie.
Hot Pants, Mini Skirts, Halter Tops, Tube Tops, Beaver Shots,  Shag Hair cuts, Matching socks, Penny Loafers.`

[Patrick]

A 1959 Ford Custom !  Nice cars.

[f6john]

Man o man, a choice of regular or chocolate milk! I could only dream of such extravagance!

[RP#62]

A stick!

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_eA36HwOR5A

-RP

[Jess Tolbirt]

Several of my earliest houses (lived in 17 places before first grade) had coal chutes and coal fired furnaces.  Fortunately, I was too young yet to be handed the shovel.

Later we had a (woefully inadequate) natural gas furnace on a big drafty old uninsulated house on an island on Lake Erie (waterfront), and the only warm spots in the whole house in Winter were in front of two registers, and we kids used to fight over sitting in those spots.  We wore heavy sweat suits inside all winter and that seemed entirely normal.  Upstairs was only heated by rising air from downstairs, so if you closed your bedroom door at night, you could see your breath in the morning.

Hey, check out my new headers.
 

My vintage Daisy BB gun.  Saved up a long time to get it.


My high top KEDs (they were highly desirable, but no one shot anybody for them).  But in summer, we often stopped wearing shoes entirely, except the folks insisted we wear shoes to church.  And mom always wore a hat to church.


All day entertainment (in a can).


Playing paddleball was fun.  But you were not allowed to play in the house (after breaking a lamp or two).  And this was one rule you followed, because if caught, using it on you was much easier on mom's hand.


Schwinn bicycle.


I never got a pair of pants I didn't have to grow into until Jr Hi. (and I never grew all that fast)  When wearing baggy pants hanging off your ass later came into vogue, I had bad flashbacks.


Taking turns cranking the home made ice cream machine (till your arm almost fell off).


Milk every afternoon in school I (regular or chocolate).


All your family photos looked like this (now go take your good clothes off before you ruin them).


Suddenly, most of the girls got taller than the guys, and you wondered why the heck that happened.


Our first new car.

(Both parents smoking unfiltered pall malls up front with the windows up... and I've never been exactly right since then.) 

you and I grew up at the same time on different sides of the US. our 59 ford was black and I made a bunch of ice cream when we got one with an electric motor on it..now i have to go take off my good clothes and put on my play clothes.

[Alien]

I'm a child of the '70's. 

Me with my Dad's 1975 Toyota Landcruiser FJ40.

mg4 by Scott Sapers, on Flickr

In Dad's MGB on a roadtrip to WA

mg1 by Scott Sapers, on Flickr

On Dad's 1977 CB750.  The yellow Schwinn Lemon Peeler was mine.

cb by Scott Sapers, on Flickr

Working on an old 2.5 HP motor that I was going to build a go kart out of

mg2 by Scott Sapers, on Flickr

And, of course, my first love

mg3 by Scott Sapers, on Flickr

[f6john]

My first form of transportation,



My cousin and I shared one. It was mine but not much fun by myself and since he was 3 years younger than me I pulled and pushed him around a lot. We took the handle and bent it enough that we could sit in the wagon and steer it tiller style. As we got braver we would push each other off a seriously steep hill with a Y at the bottom and just hope nothing was coming since brakes were not part of the equation.

[hubcapsc]

Here's my sister at Granddaddy's house in West Virginia...



-Mike

[f6john]

Here's my sister at Granddaddy's house in West Virginia...



-Mike

As close as I ever got to the firechiefs car was the Sears & Roebuck Christmas catalog! You guys were really blessed.

[NewValker]

I brought an 8 track player and some tapes in to work for a guy that wanted it for his vintage car.
Our newest hire, fresh out of high school and knew everything, thought the tapes were the early Atari games...
Craig

[cookiedough]

wasted many days and nights non stop playing atari 2600, still have it!  

sounds like Alien and Serk had the same childhood as me 70s 80s except my dad never had cool rides like Alien's parents had, only a 1968 chevy and 1976 caprice...

you all about 10+ years older surely had a hard time keeping warm at nights in houses.  I vaguely remember in  mid 70's my grandparents house in town still had an old useable outhouse in the backyard no indoor plumbing.  My mom's side of the family heard from all 11 or so of them growing up had to sleep 2 to 3 to a single bed growing up in upstairs with only 1 heat register going up entire upstairs very cold.  Rough times indeed.

[f6john]

A stick!

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_eA36HwOR5A

-RP

I’ll have to amend my earlier post about my first form of transportation. No picture, but it was a tobacco stick and some baler twine and you had your very own stick horse!

[John Schmidt]

I'm not going to upload a bunch of pictures, just list a couple things of my childhood. Here is an old fashion cream separator used with glass milk bottles. You slipped the rubber disk on the short end and pressed it down into the bottle, forcing the cream up and out through the glass tube into a small pitcher.

https://www.ebay.com/itm/Vintage-1930-40s-Old-Milk-Bottle-Cream-Extractor-Original-Box-Glass-Tube-Butter/153895001873?hash=item23d4db5f11:g:yVIAAMXQjWtRRO1y

I recall when margarine became a new household cooking item. Margarine in its natural state is white which made it look like lard...not too appetizing in appearance. So the industry developed a plastice bag for the white stuff and placed a small red colored bead inside. You would pop the bead and knead the bag of margarine until is was all yellow, thereby making it look like butter. The taste...not so much! It was cheaper though, causing many states to ban its sale for quite some time...a result of complaints from dairy and butter manufacturers.

Of course, everybody knows about the rationing of nearly everything during WWII. Everyone had books of ration stamps which were for everything you can imagine; gas, tires, food. The gov't. encouraged everyone to create what was known as a Victory Garden and we had a huge one. Ours was nearly the size of a baskeball court, we grew all kinds of veggies...including watermelon which was my job to take care of that section. When harvested, mom would can whatever was picked and store it for future use. During that time, tires were in short supply so you made do with what you had. A lot of folks reached the point where there was nothing left to patch on the innertubes so they would stuff the tire casing full of anything that would help the tire retain some semblance of roundness; straw, pounds of old rags, whatever worked. You didn't drive fast, if at all. Farmers got a little break due to them being a necessity for food production.

During the war I can remember "blackout practice" which always scared the bejeebies out of me. We'd sit in the living room(parlor back then) listening to the war news on the big floor model Philco, all the time with every light off as far as you could see.

As for the big gravity flow furnace, I'm quite familiar with those. In winter it was my job to keep it well stoked and then banked for the night before going to bed. The heat never did rise up to the second floor and using bricks or rocks to heat the bed was normal. If you took a glass of water up with you, you had a glass of ice the next morning. I remember when a little kid we got indoor plumbing including a commode, I had no idea what it was for so dad had to show me. I came flying off that infernal machine when he flushed it while I was still sitting on it. Seems you're supposed to also clean yourself before getting up....not after. Our big kitchen range gave us the hot water we needed, heated in a large tank that was an integral part of the stove. You want to wash clothes, the machine was in the basement so we put a stopper in the kitchen sink and started pumping the little hand pump mounted on the counter next to the sink that drew water from the cistern. Once there was enough water in the sink, dad would stick a hose in it and the other end in the washing machine in the basement and start siphoning the water. It was my job to keep the sink full for the washer and two tubs.

Moving forward into jr. hi-school was a big deal, especially coming from a small town of less than 500 population. We moved into one of four new homes built on one block in Ft. Dodge, Iowa, and dad had stepped down from being school superintendent to a classroom instructor. He told me years later he felt it necessary since I was now a teenager and he wanted to be home more. Ft. Dodge was a "huge" city of about 27K population compared to the previous 500, and it held women galore....especially in my neighborhood. Next door on one side was a lovely creature my age, we hit it off real good. The other side was a gal one year younger, and across the street were two sisters....one a yr. younger and the other a yr. older. Behind us across the alley was a set of twins a yr. older than me, and across the street a couple doors up, another set of sisters...yr. younger and a yr. older. A lovely neighborhood indeed.  

In the new school I was finally able to take part in both track and football. Having never taken part in either I was a real greenhorn. During football practice one day, when I thought I was doing it right, the guy across from me told me I'm supposed to try and go through him to get to the quarterback. Oh....OK, so on the next practice play I knocked him on his ass and nailed the QB. After much complaining to the coach, he then warned me....dared me....to try that again. I did...same result! 

[TTG53#1717]

Picture taken 50 years ago this week. 17 years and 3 weeks old. Senior year.



I still own this bike and always will.

[0leman]

I remember those days and pics, even got to turn the ice crème handle a lot.   I was my job, funny thing I really didn't like the homemade ice cream that it made. 

I did grow a bit faster than most of the kids in my class so never had the problem of girls being taller than me. 

I had the old steel frame coaster brake bike for many years, rode it to school thru Junior High.  Removed the fenders as then sort of got rough up in my many crashes.  Never put playing card in the spokes, though some of my friends did.

Thankfully the home I grew up in had radiant heating in the floor.   My dad designed and installed it before the floors were poured.   Knew where each of the warm spots were as I walked down the hall first thing on the cold winter mornings.

I finally got rid of my folks old rotary mower on the last move, it went to a guy that needed it more than me.  My folks bought it new in 1947.   I hadn't used it for 40 years (not sure why I kept it).

I did mow lawns for 5-7 years, had two neighbors that needed their grass shorten.  One had 3acres, the other had 2 acres.   Yes had a power mower, not self propelled. 

[Bret SD]

"I still own this bike and always will."

What is the bike TTG53? It looks pretty cool  

[Serk]

"I still own this bike and always will."

What is the bike TTG53? It looks pretty cool  

Guessing it's a 1954 Harley KHK...

[Robert]

I lived on the water and so my memories are probably a bit different than some. The outboards and boats were always something I loved. My parents had the Evinrudes and Johnson outboards and Lymann, Old Town boats and I had a newer 60's version too on another boat a Wolverine when I was about 10 years old. I would spend all my time out on the water and would make my money by cutting lawns. The lawnboy was a POS could never keep that thing running and it did not have enough power. I would be pissed cutting the lawns since it would die and sputter. I remember finally getting a Briggs and Straton and what a difference it was.

So much different than today.






One of the early outboards I owned had this pressurized tank. It had no fuel pump so it would pressurize the tank and push the fuel into the engine. I loved it when you released the pressure and the smell of the gas mixed with the oil was just about as sweet as the bay and ocean air first thing in the morning.




About in my 20's had a great stereo setup and with the Dalquist speakers, a GODZILLA 400 watt amp.

Dahlquist dq10 pilot sp-215 leak stereo 50
https://youtu.be/ie4sjUswSLg

http://dozin.com/godzilla/amp.htm

 At about 16 I bought a boat similar to this 18 BAJA and it was only rated at 150 for an engine but I bought a 200 hp Mercury that just came out. The bottom of the boat was shaved and it would getup and just cruise at 70 all day long. It was a trip slalom skiing behind it.

[Alien]

LOL! I had to shove a Lawnboy around as a kid too.  God I hated that two-stroke POS.  As soon as you hit any thick grass it would stall.  When it finally crapped out, we got a 4 horse Briggs and Stratton and I was king of the lawn.

[Robert]

LOL! I had to shove a Lawnboy around as a kid too.  God I hated that two-stroke POS.  As soon as you hit any thick grass it would stall.  When it finally crapped out, we got a 4 horse Briggs and Stratton and I was king of the lawn.

 

It was given to me from somebody since they got a new lawnmower and I battled that thing for a few months. I usually got my own lawnmowers. I think my parents had sympathy for me since they bought the Briggs and I was able to use it for the other lawns.

[f6john]

 Had a much different experience with our Lawn Boy. It was the first gas mower I ever used and Dad had it before I was born, so no idea how old it was. Problem for me was I could never start it, so Dad would have to start it for me so I could mow. Power was not a problem ever. Dad was the guy in the neighborhood that people came to when something wasn’t running right, mostly tractors, and Lawn Boys with their two strokes were probably more temperamental, but they were no match for Dads mechanical abilities.

Eventually it was replaced with a Wizard push mower from Western Auto. I could start it by myself and I mowed dads yard and several others in the neighborhood for years. That mower is still in Dads garage 50 years later even though he has been gone for 10 years now. Last month I had to go to Mothers house and pick up one of my trailers I’ve had parked there since early spring and of course the weeds had grown up around it so after hooking up and moving the trailer I didn’t want to leave such an unsightly mess behind. There was Dads old push mower sitting there in the corner so I found some gas in a can and filled the tank and gave a couple of pulls, nothing. I took the air filter off Nd splashed some gas down the throat and she fired on the first pull and stayed running. I knocked down the weeds and returned that old friend back to its resting place. But the old lawn boy is still providing some service. Long ago the handle bar of the Wizard had rusted and broke so Dad went to the old mower and swapped the broken handle bar for the Lawn Boys handlebars which were as good as ever.

[old2soon]

       Those lawn boy exhaust ports had to be cleaned a Lot between uses and while using. And YES they'd wind up like a cheap watch but as soon as a load was imposed they'd puke all over themselves. Living up North I remember block heaters and sun lamps under the oil pan in the winter. Helping Dad put on snow tires around the first frost-both cars.
       Bought a refurbished Schwinn bicycle with a large front basket saddle baskets and carried a paper sack. The route I had was BIG. Thinkin that bike had the fit knobby tire I ever owned. Winter doncha know!   Ross-da prez-got the route after me built it up some more and I believe when he got rid of it NOBODY wanted a paper route That BIG!   I know they broke it up into a couple of pieces.
        After the paper route I cut grass for money shoveled snow raked leaves cleaned garages painted houses and other money making ventures. And Still the work around where I lived-A K A Mom and Dads house. AND every cursed bit of this seemed Normal. Taught me Not only the value of a dollar but also trust integrity and keeping my word. How many deals y'all closed with a hand shake? RIDE SAFE.

[Robert]

Ya know, when you find out there are others that had a problem with the mowers it makes you feel so much better about your skills and not being able to keep the thing running well. Thanks guys  helped a childhood trauma.

John cool story about your dads mower 

O2S I was not going to do a paper route although many in my area did them too. 

Anyone go through Windows 95 and up the Microsoft ladder?

[Jess from VA]

You know, at my house my dad made sure the old human-powered mowers worked perfectly.

So there was never any excuse why I couldn't mow our lawn.  

I also mowed big neighborhood laws for small money ($5) with those same mowers.  And I never had a self propelled until I could afford one.... years later.  My fifty cent a week allowance depended on me doing my chores, and mowing and fall leaf raking got added to the list.  Dad was a pretty good businessman (and I had no union). 

And since this thread started off pictures of our earliest (manual) tools, here is the one I hated more than any other.  We had some 10 100yo oak trees (and many more from neighbors) and every fall the child labor laws were violated.

We used the largest bamboo rakes available, and the piles could almost cover our two kid swing-set.
 

[Patrick]

Yup, I sure have to agree. Those 2 stroke Lawn Boys were real pieces of crap.


I was brought up with those old OMC outboards too [ Evinrudes]. They used a lot of fuel and left a slick wherever you went.  The first one I had, a 3HP hand me down from my grandfather, had no reverse, You just spun it around to go the other way.

[scooperhsd]

Ya know, when you find out there are others that had a problem with the mowers it makes you feel so much better about your skills and not being able to keep the thing running well. Thanks guys  helped a childhood trauma.

John cool story about your dads mower 

O2S I was not going to do a paper route although many in my area did them too. 

Anyone go through Windows 95 and up the Microsoft ladder?

Windows 95 - you're a late-comer to computers !

I started with DOS 3.1  -3.3 at work, 4, 5, 6.0-6.3, and Windows 3.0/ 3.1 before Windows 95 and everything (except Bob and ME) since. While I was using DOS I played with Quarterdeck's Desqview , and QEMM-386 was my "GOTO" 386 memory manger (beat the pants off what MS offered).

As I was growing up - didn't do the mowing yards thing too much, but me and my brothers did do the Paper route thing for a few years, until we were old enough to get a regular part time / fulltime (seasonally and when school wasn't in session) job.

[Robert]

Windows 95 - you're a late-comer to computers !

I started with DOS 3.1  -3.3 at work, 4, 5, 6.0-6.3, and Windows 3.0/ 3.1 before Windows 95 and everything (except Bob and ME) since. While I was using DOS I played with Quarterdeck's Desqview , and QEMM-386 was my "GOTO" 386 memory manger (beat the pants off what MS offered).

Thanks had forgotten this since I was not into learning DOS, I started out of necessity but what a pia until Windows came in and you could fix a few things in it.