I remember -
J-bars.
Stapling a ticket that was stamped with the date onto your sweater, no wicket.
Green snow at Kelly's Irish Alps.
The 7-up lift.
The Stowe single.
How to slip the rope when someone fell in front of you.
Silver wax.
Hexcel skis.
Rosemount boots.
The Glades Poma.
Spademan bindings.
Tucker Sno-cats.
Roffe jackets.
Boot trees.
Hogback.
And my favorite "I remember" is
It was a busy Saturday morning at my local mole hill. The line was the usual 20-30 minutes for the chair. There were quite a few obnoxious pre-tens and teens pushing through the line, one would advance and the other would then "catch up to my friend", pushing, nudging, stepping on skis, sneering. After lunch, two older looking guys (meaning in their 20s) pushed through the line, even more aggressively. Most had metal skis by then, but there were a few wooden pairs still out there, and these two were on wood skis as well. "S'cuse me", very loud, "S'cuse me", push push push, they rammed their way past everyone. Everyone by now had a full dose of these guys. When they got to the front of the line, the liftie stopped the lift and walked into the shack. He came back out with an ax, and Whack, whack, whack, whack, chopped off the tips of the two line cutter's skis. "There! And that's for anyone else that cuts in line!", bellowed the liftie. The entire lift line fell silent. There was no more line cutting that day.
Yes, it was set-up. But the message was clear. And funny.