I remember when the street lights coming on were the unofficial time to be home.
A guy peddling a bike towing a hand turned grinder. He would ride through the neighbourhood to sharpen knives, scissors, lawn mower blades.
A guy with a horse drawn wagon going down the lanes at my Grandmothers house picking up junk. That guy used to scare the wits out of us.
Door to door Fuller Brush man.
Backyard vegetable gardens (becoming popular again).
In Toronto the Telegram had coupons you clipped for discounted rides at the Canadian National Exhibition.
All day trips to go twenty miles to visit relatives in the "country".
NHL Hockey Coins inside Jello Packages.
NHL 5" x 7" Pictures of your favourite player from St. Lawerence Starch Company.
Barber shop had great Leafs calendars. Nobody cared what year they were from.
Going to the airport to watch planes landing and taking off.
My father taking me to the stock car races every Friday night at the CNE. Not unheard of to have 13,000 people for the big specials. NASCAR and USAC used to come every year. Lots of American big names on a regular basis. Canadians held their own.
Wall Ball baseball against the brick wall at the school. Three kids could spend all day playing that game.
Chestnuts tied to a string to see who had the toughest one. Hard on the knuckles!
Disputes settled on the spot then all moved on.
Fireworks when you could still by "cannons". One friend blew the back off his pants when he put the lit "punk" in his back pocket with a pack of five "cannons" in there. Did we laugh? Well yes.
Sunday roast beef dinner with the family all there.