Another "Remember When...?"

Remember recording music off the radio on cassette tapes by putting the taperecorder in front of the radio speaker? In the days befor VCRs we did this for TV shows as well, I still have cassettes with Star Trek on them, it was better than nothing.

As for rabbit ears they needed constant adjustment different for every channel, some times when you got a clear picture and then let go of it the picture would change back to crap. Yes, that’s right just stand there holding them for the duration of the program. Then we acquired the “high tech” rotor-antenna.

I remember the man who bought the very first TV set on our street; not to be outdone, my father bought the second. We could receive Milton Berle (Texaco Star Theater???) Professional wrestling and the test channel. I don’t remember any others. You walked over to the TV and turned a big, clunky dial to change channels and then spent the next thirty minutes fine tuning the antenna.

When the UHF antenna broke (or was that the VHF, anyway the round one) we would sometimes use a coat hanger on the antenna leads. It worked.:stuck_out_tongue:

The barbershop I go to still has ashtrays in the chairs. I always chuckle at that.

Remember record stores? Not CD stores, RECORD stores, with Lps! Big vinyl discs with recorded music on them that came in cardboard cover sleeves big enough that you could actually see the artwork on it. Remember spending hours just looking at the covers and sometimes buying a record solely on the basis of the sleeve’s cover art.

And remember bookstores? You walked in and there were rows and rows and rows of books! For the young’uns on the boards, “books” were these large bound bundles of paper that contained many, many written words. If you read the words in sequence, they formed a story - not one that was shown to you like on a DVD, but stories that you had to imagine in your head, based on characters & situations those words on the paper described. Bookstores would contain hundreds, sometimes thousands of these “books” that you could pick up in your hand (kind of like you do with your blackberry or iphone.) And you could buy these books, and you didn’t even have to log onto Amazon to do it either!

Isn’t it weird that there are whole categories of litter you don’t see anymore? Remember how there used to be unravelled cassette tape everywhere along the side of the road, and sometimes VHS? (And how if it happened to you you’d ravel it back into the tape with a pencil?)

Video games came on cartridges.

Televisions had dials.

TV converter boxes were wired.

Pay telephone services, like Dial-a-Joke or Dial-a-Horroscope.

The first pay-TV channels that cost way too much. (In Ontario, it was First Choice, Superchannel, The C Channel, MuchMusic, and some C-Span-like thing.)

No age limit on purchasing cigarettes.

Chocolate bars and bags of chips that cost a quarter.

Those new-fangled automated bank machines.

Saturday morning cartoons that didn’t suck.

TV stations that actually went off the air. Every night.

I remember NO bank machines. The first few years I worked, I had to go to the bank at lunch on Friday and get some weekend money. Banks weren’t open past 5:00 on Friday and never on weekends. If you didn’t have cash, you were out of luck!

I was young, but I still remember the cigarette vending machine in my barber. It looked so weird that it always enthralled me.

(Allow me to geeze out)

My granddad smoked camels. He collected the little coupons wrapped inside the plastic. You got a zillion of them and they sent you an iron lung. Each one had a faux watermark and the words “Don’t look for prizes or premiums, the expense of the high=quality tobaccos…”

It’s funny to watch old road movies, how everybody always gets all their cash stolen. It’s weird to think of my parents going by the bank to get some cash for trips when I was a kid - no ATMs and you couldn’t rely on your credit cards in the boonies. You certainly wouldn’t put a sandwich and a bag of chips on your credit card like I do now.

When I was a kid during the summertime, my mother would shoo us out of the house ‘to play’. You could come in at lunch, dinner, to use the bathroom or if you were bleeding. I rarely see children playing like that any more.

Actually, I’ll aise the number to $2000. Yes, really. Porn, what else is anybody going to pay $2000 to be able to watch?
I was awarded a VCR by GE for job performance around 1984-85. IIRC, they were $500 around then. May still have the relic somewhere.

Ohhhh - the store owner must just LOVE to see YOU coming… (Unless the sandwich costs $20).

Yep, used to use Friday lunch hour to go to the bank, write a check payable to “cash”, present it to a live teller to get money for the weekend. And then you had to stay on budget.

Tieing up suet (yes, I’ll wait while you go google) and hanging it from a tree branch in YOUR BACKYARD!? (while you and google are making out, have it tell you WHY suet was so used)

The Commodore C64

Cigarette cards

Bomb sites full of useful stuff like shrapnel :slight_smile:

Suet? To feed the birds? We still use that.

I, too, use my credit/debit card to buy whatever I need at the time no matter how little it costs. No one has ever blinked an eye. Why would the owner of the store care?

Remember when (pre 1915 Harrison Act) you could hgo down to your local pharmacy and buy heroin, cocaine, and laudanum? Damn, those days were good!

I remember putting bread bags on my feet before putting my boots on to keep my feet dry.

I remember my mom had a basket of odd socks that we used as gloves when ours got wet and the snow started to clump on them. How we spent so much time out in the cold is beyond me. Leaving the house when it is cold seems like chore now.

Nobody used a car seat and we never wore seat belts.

Dinner was eaten at the dinner table and the whole family was involved. A slice of bread was a requirement. My mother always referred to it as a “filler”.

Breakfast cereal came with a toy in the box. At least the cool ones did. Screw those Wheaties and Cheerios.

Dogs and cats were never spayed or neutered.

Pie crusts were homemade. There was no store bought fresh dough.

Easter egg hunts were done with real eggs that you decorated yourself the night before. Dad made extra dippers from METAL coat hangers. You used your own cups and vinegar was required.

There was an Easter Bunny and a Santa Claus.

You could place Christmas Decorations in your yard with out fear of them being stolen or vandalized.

Having a dishwasher meant you had children.

Little House on the Prairie being aired on my black and white TV and I wanted to be Laura Ingalls.

Beating your older brother at Atari Pinball was the best thing of the year besides Christmas.

Paper grocery bags was the only option.

You could by cigarettes for your mother as long as you had a note.

Penny candy stores that had candy that really cost a penny.

Thirty seemed old.

Your father was a hero and could fix anything and your mother was the best cook in the world.

My ex used to go into school extra early during the winter because she was deemed responsible enough to light the fire in the classroom - when she was six years old.

And her teacher would sit at the front of the class and chainsmoke throughout the entire day.

Along that same thing, and with sleeping in the back of the station wagon,it was pretty common as I recall for small chirren (those too young to be able to see out by just sitting down) to just stand up on the seat–completely unrestrained–so that they could see.

Remember when…

Holes in your blue jeans weren’t a fashion statement. Neither were pickup trucks.