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My telephone number when I was a child was 12 (one long ring, two short rings).
My Christmas present. A day later, my step father took the doll apart to find out how it talked. Doll never worked again.
Flintstones on prime time TV, but I never got to watch because my parents had to watch Rawhide. Family had only one TV and my mother was fearful of buying the new "color" TV.
Nuke drills at school, crawl under your desk and cover your head. Some kids cried. The nuns in head to toe black with giant rosaries at their waist were having none of that.
Although my wife did give me one of them for a birthday present. Guess which one.
We couldn't smoke the real ones, but we ate the fakes!
Elevator guys & music. Elevators needing a rider to hand close ”gate door”of sorts before elevator gears would engage.
Dumbwaiters. Not the ones at Applebees, nuttin personal, js.
Also, toilets needing a chain to flush.
Milk delivered to the door in one pint glass bottles.
Coke bottles were glass.
Bread was delivered to the door in unsliced white loaves only.
I can even remember the wood fired stove. That are now worth a fortune.
@Poida My grandmothers cooked on coal stoves. Boy were they cozy in winter!
Mine was 197J
The following line from a recurring bit on a television show.
"I hold in my hand the envelopes. As a child of four can plainly see, these envelopes have been hermetically sealed. They've been kept in a #2 mayonnaise jar on Funk and Wagnall's porch since noon today. No one knows the contents of these envelopes, but you, in your borderline divine and mystical way, will ascertain the answers having never before seen the questions."
Keypunch? I heard that! I took a keypunching course in secretarial school. Had to do a certain number of keystrokes to pass the course, and don't even talk about the typing speed (50 WAM) needed, or the shorthand speed you had to master.
That happened long before computers, and thank god they finally made secretaries obsolete.
Now they're called administrative assistants and they don't do filing either. It's all computerized.
I was conceived November 22, 1963 ... according to my mother.
@Kathmandu Was that in the book repository or on the grassy knoll?
Book depository. The square window on the 6th floor was the sniper nest.
View from the Grassy
I remember hearing that! Probably the same era.
I don't typiically repeat these sorts of things, but at this point I believe no one else will have ever posted this schoolyard joke from the dead past on the Internet.
Q:Why do Barbie dolls have red tits?
A: From GI Joe's Kung-Fu Grip
As a kid, collected soda bottles for 2 cents a pop, to buy penny candy and baseball cards for 10 cents a pack.
Also, I double space after a period.
That's just weird!
Double space, baby. The young’ins can have their single space. I’m here to rep old school.
@DeathofRats-BadgeHoorMaroon Since I still have to use a typewriter in my local political stuff (I own a 1914 Royal Office typewriter), I have to switch between one space for a computer and two spaces for a typewriter.
Gumby and Pokey.
Mom used to bring home extra keypunch cards from work; we kept them in the junk drawer to use as scratch paper.
I was in grade school when they tried to implement the metric system in the U.S. It's like it was designed to fail: ALL they did was teach converting between English and Metric. So dumb. Later, in high school and college science, we simply used the metric system exclusively and it was so easy. Why did they try to make it seem so "hard" to most of the U.S.?
Not as old as some of y’all, definitely older than the average American
My biggest memories concerned going out with friends.
I remember sticking nickels in my penny loafers for change to call to be picked up.
I also remember dialing collect fully expecting the call to be denied with a made up name as a code word for “I got home okay”.
later in my adulthood, having to wait til after 9pm to use free minutes.
@Keepin’it real I had to go to a local diner with a pocket full of change to call my college GF from out of state on a payphone, usually at night or on a Sunday when rates were cheapest. My folks were just crazy about things like phone bills and auto insurance. The bane of my young, clueless existence.
@Keepin’it real Or when you had to call the parents-(once a week, rain or shine, dead or not) you had to wait until 8 pm to take advantage of the lower long distance rates if you called collect.
@Ronald J. Frump
I know! Wally World and Amazon have pretty much killed business as we used