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the rolodex...
I wonder what happened to mine...hmmmm....
I wonder what happened to mine...hmmmm....
Rue, did you have one of the flat ones or one of those big wheel ones? I used to play with my grandmother's wheel Rolodex. That and her adding machine. There's another thing I haven't seen in a dog's age.
It's funny you mention the adding machine... my mom still has the one she's used since the 70s that you have to plug in.
I have fond memories of my grandmother balancing her checkbook on hers, and it making that wonderful "k-chaka-chaka-vrrrr" noise. The only better mechanical noise, imho, is a Teletype machine
I have fond memories of my grandmother balancing her checkbook on hers, and it making that wonderful "k-chaka-chaka-vrrrr" noise. The only better mechanical noise, imho, is a Teletype machine
Metal bandaid boxes. I still have 2 of them. When I need new bandaids, I refill the metal box. I don't remember when I got these, must be at least 25 years ago.
mimeographed copies - I always liked the smell of those in school
~Televisions you actually had to get up off the couch to turn (unless you had kids to do it for you).
~8-track tapes and cassette tapes
~Vinyl records 45s & LPs
~Rotary phones
~Full service at the gas station that really was full service - wash you windows? check your oil? thank you for your business.
~The old steel type cash registers that you had to punch the button on to ring up your purchases (a friend had one of these when I was a kid and I loved playing with it)
~Customer service provided by people who cared about doing a good job rather than texting their friends and acting like you're annoying them because you actually expect them to help you
~Lunch counters located inside the stores like Newberry's and Woolworth's
~Five & Dime stores
~People dressing up to go shopping
~The fashion rule of not wearing white before Easter or after Labor Day
~Children being taught manners and respect rather than that the whole world revolves around them
~Good manners in general
~Referring to elders or people we really didn't know well as Mr., Mrs., or Miss whatever their last name was rather than calling them by their first name as soon as we're introduced
~Women wearing hats and gloves when they went out
~Civility in politics and politicians
~Men opening doors for women
~Gentlemen and ladies not cursing in public
The virtue of *punctuality.*
There was a time when, if you said you were going be somewhere at a particular time, or were expected and required to be there at a certain time, you *were there.* No excuses were accepted, and if you sauntered in the door ten minutes or half an hour late, you'd get the rough end of it.
Now, nobody seems to live by the clock anymore. If you show up at all, we're expected to be grateful. (I'm waiting right now at work for someone who had an appointment to be here 45 minutes ago, and has made no effort to check in. I will *not* be grateful when and if they finally arrive.)
I used to work with the very last vintage UPI Teletype machine in Maine, or so the tech guy said when he came to the radio station to disconnect it in 1985. I never warmed up to the dot matrix printers that replaced them, even though I never had to untangle a mess of fouled type bars, purple ribbon, and mangled paper at 5 am on one.
The virtue of *punctuality.*
There was a time when, if you said you were going be somewhere at a particular time, or were expected and required to be there at a certain time, you *were there.* No excuses were accepted, and if you sauntered in the door ten minutes or half an hour late, you'd get the rough end of it.
Now, nobody seems to live by the clock anymore. If you show up at all, we're expected to be grateful. (I'm waiting right now at work for someone who had an appointment to be here 45 minutes ago, and has made no effort to check in. I will *not* be grateful when and if they finally arrive.)
Today, my kid's pediatrician refused to see someone who was in for something non-critical (a school physical based on the screaming) and was over 30 minutes late for their appointment. You would have thought the doc refused to treat bullet wounds.