Back in my day, we didn't have "safety scissors." You had to risk poking your eyes out with the cheap metal ones that were always loose and was more likely to fold the paper than cut it.
Back in my day, there was no such thing as a "cordless phone" (much less a cell phone).
Every phone was tethered to the wall with a four foot curly cord and you'd stretch it as far as you could trying to do things around the house until it wouldn't stretch ANY MORE! Then it would turn itself into a bungled, knotted mess and you'd be left only able to talk a foot away from the wall the phone was on.
AND WE LIKED IT! WEEEEEEE LOOOOOOOOOOVED IT! We were hostages to our telephone, wrapped up like a ball of string and we LOVED IT!
(sorry, went a little SNL there. Dana Carvey's "Back in my day" skits were some of my favorites)
Actually, I remember my mom beat the system on the phone cord back in the day. She bought a 20 foot cord and could walk anywhere in the house with it. But being the prankster I am when she wasn't nearby I'd always wrap it once around my neck and when she turned around pretend I had gotten caught in it and was choking.
Back in my day we were on a party line and all the ladies up the line (my mom included) would would listen to each other's gossip and phone conversations.
One of these ladies was even open about it enough that she would call people back and ask them what they had told someone else because she couldn't remember all the details.
Oh yeah . . . and my mom had one of those 20' cords too so she could carry the phone around to listen to everyone else's conversations while she worked around the kitchen.
Back in my day all the soda bottles were made out of GLASS. Even the two liters.
For some reason the two liters weren't refundable and just got thrown in the trash!
But the 16 oz bottles that came in 8 packs were refundable for a dime a peice. My Dad would let me pull my wagon full of them down to the corner beer depot and get the money for them. This started my habit of drinking waaaaaaaay too much soday
I also remember how ugly some of the soda bottles would look even when you first got them full of soda. They had been re-used so many times. It's hard to believe they were completely sanitary.
Back in my day, I remember taking recycling those glass soda bottles. There was this conveyor belt that we put the bottles on so they could be taken to the back of the grocery store. And then we'd do our grocery shopping, and I'd get a nickel or a dime to get something out of the candy machine. If I was really lucky, I'd get a quarter and get some cheap plastic toy.
Back in my day we had "ON"cable. The cable box had a key to lock us kids out of using it when my parents were away. It never prevented me from trying and trying to get it to turn on.
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"Am I speaking in a language you're not getting here?"
Back in my day, before cable, my parents bought one of those crazy big antenna's for the roof.
It was supposed to get the best reception for local television and on good days even pick up neighboring cities broadcasts like Chicago.
We had a box in the house that would turn it up to 360 degrees to get the best signal.
For some reason I used to love to turn it all the way and then run out on to the lawn to watch it turn (of course, I did this before my Dad got home so I wouldn't get yelled at).
Apparently I was easily amused. And I still got yelled at every time because it was never back in it's right position when my Dad tried to watch TV
Back in my day...There was no remote control for the television. So we would have Jeremy come down and change the channels for us......I'm sorry, I'm just amusing myself here. Is it a bad thing to be by yourself giggling at your own jokes?
Back in my day...There was no remote control for the television. So we would have Jeremy come down and change the channels for us......I'm sorry, I'm just amusing myself here. Is it a bad thing to be by yourself giggling at your own jokes?
You're bringing back some memories I had blocked out.
I seem to recall my Dad renting me out when he wasn't home Aaaaaah, those long greyhound rides to Indiana
Back in my day...There was no remote control for the television. So we would have Jeremy come down and change the channels for us......I'm sorry, I'm just amusing myself here. Is it a bad thing to be by yourself giggling at your own jokes?
You're bringing back some memories I had blocked out.
I seem to recall my Dad renting me out when he wasn't home Aaaaaah, those long greyhound rides to Indiana
Seat belts? Back in my day, my mom didn't have her driver's license until I was 8. We had to walk or take the bus. And then when she did get a car, the seat belts were lap belts. And her boyfriend's truck didn't have any at all.
