I remember carbon paper.
I remember the smell of the mimeograph.
I remember when the postman delivered mail twice a day.
I know why we “dial” a phone number or “turn” it to a certain television channel.
I remember the fading “dot” when you turned off the television.
I used to draw against Matt Dillon in the opening credits of “Gunsmoke,” and won every time (of course, I was just using my finger, while he had a real gun).
I’ve illegally copied music by holding a tape recorder up to an AM radio.
… And that you used to have to push “record” and “play” buttons to get it to record.
I’ve opened a can of Spam with a key (and tuna fish too).
I remember when milk was delivered to your door in pint-sized glass bottles.
I’ve opened a bank account with one pound.
I remember not having an indoor toilet… and when we got one put in what used to be a cupboard. I was the first to use it but I was afraid to flush it. I had to have Dad flush it for me.
I remember the insurance man coming every week to collect a weekly premium.
I know there used to be leaded petrol.
You could only get watermelon in the summer.
I remember adjusting roller skates with a skate key.
I remember phone booths.
Crushing beer can took a LOT more effort, because they were made out of tin instead of aluminium.
When you returned empty drinks bottles, they sent them back to the factory to get refilled… and you got your deposit back.
If you couldn’t afford a colour TV, you could buy a plastic overlay for your screen that was blue on the top and green on the bottom.
H/T DML
Tuesday 31 March 2009
Things I Remember........
From Theo Spark at 07:21
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Those were the days eh
Shoot, I still have an 8-track I recorded just before I went into the navy back in 1972. I played it the other day (I still have the 8-track player I can hook up to my stereo), made my too nostalgic. I sold my TEAC A3340s 4 channel reel-to-reel to another friend a couple of years back. It still works also.... he recorded a few records to it to get that hiss-crackle-pop authentic yesteryear sound.
I guess that makes a bunch of us here old farts, eh?
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