It occurs to me that I'm old enough to remember things that have virtually disappeared from today's landscape. At best, they are relics found in attics, flea markets, or antique collections. Others are concepts, traditions, fading with our memories; words vanishing from our vocabularies.
I remember:
- rotary dial telephones, before there were area codes; and long distance calls were made by dialing "O" and speaking with the operator
- three-cent postage for first-class mail
- premium gasoline at 25 cents per gallon
- service stations with attendants who pumped gas, cleaned windshields, and checked "under the hood"
- reel to reel films and audiotapes
- manual typewriters and carbon paper
- ditto machines (mimeographs, carbon masters, blue ink and the smell of the fluid)
- when a computer required a room of its own and its human attendants wore white lab coats
I remember:
- wringer washing machines and hanging wash to dry on the clothes line
- walking across the room to change channels on the television set
- rolling down the car window to signal turns; hand signals were part of my driving lessons
- girls' jeans zipped on the side
- when "fast food" did not exist
- when "gay" meant "happy" or "spirited"
- when wedding dresses were modest; a strapless gown in church - sacrilegious!!
- when Pluto was a planet
- when there were no "dysfunctional families" or "latch-key kids". That's just the way we were
Oh, , yes, I remember it well . . .
The man who views the world at fifty the same as he did at twenty has wasted thirty years of his life. - Muhammed Ali