tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2240067140694289750.post5713650367254618194..comments2024-03-16T10:37:09.839-04:00Comments on Life in Mathews: The HooptieChesapeake Bay Womanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07187804072769932131noreply@blogger.comBlogger17125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2240067140694289750.post-43782193702487501082019-08-30T19:25:10.702-04:002019-08-30T19:25:10.702-04:00I have the same feeling too when I see a classic c...I have the same feeling too when I see a classic car not taken care of. I really enjoyed reading your post. Thanks for the share. Have a wonderful upcoming holiday weekend.<br /><a href="https://www.classicbodyworx.com/" rel="nofollow">Classic Body Worx</a><br /><br />Max Paganettihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02482332499198959487noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2240067140694289750.post-27545637854391911552010-03-06T00:00:19.593-05:002010-03-06T00:00:19.593-05:00Thank you all for your wonderfully amusing comment...Thank you all for your wonderfully amusing comments. Although I always love reading them no matter what the topic, this may be the best batch in a while.Chesapeake Bay Womanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07187804072769932131noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2240067140694289750.post-87596664632942209852010-03-05T18:50:37.915-05:002010-03-05T18:50:37.915-05:00My husband had an old farm desoto that his father...My husband had an old farm desoto that his father let him use while he was at uni in the big city...while we were dating. Of course it didn't have a starter motor, so it had to be parked on a hill or incline for a rolling start! There were many memorable starting/parking moments in that car, not the least of was the tiny tiny incline at my parent's farm. There were a few nights my Dad had to be woken out of bed to pull it with the tractor. I used to beg fiancee to not turn it off when we got home...pleese...mind you, in those days home on the farm at that stage was a caravan...but we won't go into that here!Anniehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10698343129217681652noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2240067140694289750.post-7078169953526868102010-03-05T17:20:09.555-05:002010-03-05T17:20:09.555-05:00No car story, but my friends and I flew pantyhose ...No car story, but my friends and I flew pantyhose out a hotel window in Bermuda. Signal to cute British waiters that it was time to party!Meg at the Members Loungehttp://designsbymeg.com/blog/noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2240067140694289750.post-32354045728428460292010-03-05T16:32:40.750-05:002010-03-05T16:32:40.750-05:00In CA we called those big old cars "La Bamba&...In CA we called those big old cars "La Bamba"Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16036374022323687122noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2240067140694289750.post-62201230687146038012010-03-05T15:49:03.895-05:002010-03-05T15:49:03.895-05:00We have one of those in our backyard. It's our...We have one of those in our backyard. It's our 1977 Dodge Monaco that my hubby is restoring. We call it "Big Red" and it is a beast.Juliehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02905415280609509626noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2240067140694289750.post-73412074305380241532010-03-05T15:37:33.977-05:002010-03-05T15:37:33.977-05:00I always learn something over here! And the puffy...I always learn something over here! And the puffy blouses? Hello Laura Ashley! And remember when we had to call collect? Before the calling cards? I am dating myself!Mental P Mamahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05957544840704376193noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2240067140694289750.post-50925182972279548782010-03-05T15:31:33.385-05:002010-03-05T15:31:33.385-05:00Remember I am old! 61,,,so at first pantyhose mean...Remember I am old! 61,,,so at first pantyhose meant freedom from the torture of garter belts...I know guys,,,don't go there! But they were so ugly in color that I refused to wear anything but black. It was the 60's not the 50's so they couldn't call me a beatnik, hippies didn't wear them, no "goth" in those days, so I was tagged as eccentric and it has stuck ever since!...don't think it had anything to do with the color of the panyhose though!ghostlesshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09228763363770107748noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2240067140694289750.post-55200613774478489192010-03-05T15:02:06.486-05:002010-03-05T15:02:06.486-05:00My first car (for a month at least) was a '67 ...My first car (for a month at least) was a '67 Nova. Army green. AM radio only, had to take my "boom box" with me to get any station worth listening to. LOL! I secretly loved that car, you could take ANYONE off the line, even if you looked like a grandma doing it! Then dad bought me a little Camaro and I had to give the Nova back to my great-aunt. Ha!Breezewaynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2240067140694289750.post-58177517044723239432010-03-05T12:35:59.780-05:002010-03-05T12:35:59.780-05:00OK come on over and you can drive the 1960 dumptru...OK come on over and you can drive the 1960 dumptruck. We may have to charge the battery. We call her Ole Blue. But pantyhose be damned!<br /><><Noe Noe Girl...A Queen of all Trades.https://www.blogger.com/profile/08886045805509904850noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2240067140694289750.post-189614227393279652010-03-05T10:01:38.816-05:002010-03-05T10:01:38.816-05:00When TOG and I were first married, we had a hoopti...When TOG and I were first married, we had a hooptie... a 68 4 door Impala in "government green". What a smooth ride. A challenge to park, we named it the Tuna Boat. It seemed to go on forever.Dianehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00204195066864717389noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2240067140694289750.post-55766163992947324102010-03-05T10:01:27.103-05:002010-03-05T10:01:27.103-05:00I don't own a hooptie but I certainly have hea...I don't own a hooptie but I certainly have heard of the term. Does that mean I am old????Trishahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01460029556086016004noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2240067140694289750.post-81740479624566522262010-03-05T09:55:10.859-05:002010-03-05T09:55:10.859-05:00Back in the day when I was forced by PERSONNEL (ba...Back in the day when I was forced by PERSONNEL (back then they didnt call themselves HUMAN RESOURCES,which BTW I never did understand ... was there an IN or UN Human Resources .. this is sort of like whelmed... you can be under or over but no one is ever whelmed).. where was I? Oh. I had to wear a dress or skirt to work. Pants were not allowed. Pant suits being a very new fashion statement and not approved at all levels of employment ... and when they were, PERSONNEL advised this did not include DUNGAREES .. no one called them JEANS (unless of course they belonged to Jean).<br /><br />Okay .. <br /><br />Anyway, I now wear JEANS all the time .. all the time .. tho today I happen to be wearing a pair of cords .. .gotta change it up every so often ... <br /><br />Oh . and I never ever ever ever ever wear panty hose ... not ever <br /><br />WV: throwype ... seriously?Darylhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08241795455748298624noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2240067140694289750.post-48887023496164538142010-03-05T09:12:48.466-05:002010-03-05T09:12:48.466-05:00I LOVE old cars..... but we only ever had little o...I LOVE old cars..... but we only ever had little ones in the UK - or certainly nothing as boat-like as the US. Probably something to do with both the price of gas and the width of the roads.<br /><br />My first cars, back in 1986 when I passed my test (yes, I'm over 40) we both Citroens. A 2CV - rhubarb and custard paint - and then the ultimate car, a Citroen DS (pronounced 'day-esse'. Like 'goddess'.). I worshipped that car......<br /><br />I'm going authorisedly trespassing in August, YAY!!!Mrs F with 4https://www.blogger.com/profile/02251591675774310188noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2240067140694289750.post-72928395396582287542010-03-05T08:12:56.507-05:002010-03-05T08:12:56.507-05:00Back in the day a friend of mine had a boyfriend w...Back in the day a friend of mine had a boyfriend who had a hoopty. We double dated once and she and her boyfriend decided to see just how much room the trunk had... the cops showed up, try explaining where exactly the owner of the car is. And my daughter wonders why I watch her every move....Jamiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13541283009059071005noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2240067140694289750.post-19895954680672036042010-03-05T07:46:00.234-05:002010-03-05T07:46:00.234-05:00My folks followed up our giant Pontiac station wag...My folks followed up our giant Pontiac station wagon with a giant Buick Electra Limited in the early 1970s. In a different context, it definitely would've been a hooptie. But for us, it was just a giant Amercan-made sedan with electric locks! and electric windows! and electric seat controls! And while it's likely that after it left the friendly confines of our farm, it did in fact achieve hooptie status, for us it was simply "Mommy's Magic Car."<br /><br />My WF begins with milf. Thanks, Blogger!Meg McCormickhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01226110990838922422noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2240067140694289750.post-66909482351288845752010-03-05T06:37:39.128-05:002010-03-05T06:37:39.128-05:00dear heavens to betsy..we are thinking alike again...dear heavens to betsy..we are thinking alike again... I was thinking of posting something in Best Value or Food Lion.. asking to trespass LOL.. <br /><br />And sweetheart.. how did you not know what a Hooptie was... oh that is right you are from THAT side of the tracks.... nevermind.. <br /><br />hehehehehe<br /><3 u... ReAnn Mariehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18106387742803005341noreply@blogger.com