I’ve heard that “milkmen” used to bring milk to people’s houses, and that the milk was in glass bottles. All my life, milk has come in cardboard or plastic containers, and you have to go to the store to pick it up yourself.
S&H Green Stamps and Blue Chip Stamps are gone. I remember mom had a big drawer of them, and I’d scour the catalogs for the toys I wanted. (Mom would always end up getting something stupid though, like an appliance or something.)
Long before I was old enough to drive, gas station used to give away “premiums” with the purchase of a certain amount of gas. I liked the little plastic animals from Arco. (Ark-o, eh?) The 'rents had lots of glasses emblazoned with sports team logos. Dad had a complete set of Presidential Coins from Shell. I still have them. And they’d pump your gas, check your oil and fan belt, and clean your windscreen at the station for no additional charge.
When I was old enough to drive, dad let me use his Arco credit card. Those are long gone. Come to think of it, I don’t think there are any “gas cards” left. I think they’ve all become Visa or Mastercard.
I remember when Visa was called “BankAmericard”. There was a commercial during Christmas time whose jingle was set to Jingle Bells. “Something, something, something / Bank-A-aer-i-card!”
Remember those two cowboys on the Miller’s Outpost commercials? Does Miller’s Outpost still exist? I don’t think so.
When I was a kid, my Thingmaker and Strange Change Machine had hotplates in them. No more Strange Change Machines, and Thingmakers are now “lightbulb powered”. (I need to get some more “Strange Change” monsters. Should I store them as cubes, or expanded? Fortunately, I have plenty of Plastic Goop for the Thingmaker.)
There was an old white-haird man named Mr. Kelly who used to drive a three-wheeled bakery truck through the neighbourhood. Man, did I like to grab a chocolate-glazed raised doughnut on the way to school! Twenty cents.
And the ice cream trucks used to be presentable. Now they’re all beat-up hunks of junk.
Pup tents made of canvas, and held up by “tent poles” that were straight wooden poles. (Not that I’d use one now, what with my lightweight nylon tents with shock-corded poles; but I think about my old BSA tent from time to time. I traded it for in jr. high for a metal Hobie skateboard.)
When I was six (maybe five) I got a minibike. I haven’t seen one in a while. Most of the kids’ motos seem to be miniature motorcycles.
Speaking of bikes… Two-stroke engines. My friends used to mock my Yamahas when I’d pull up. “YIIIN, yinyinyinyinyinyin!”
Metal dashboards. My '66 MGB has a nice black crinkle-finish metal dash. Dad’s Japanese pickups had metal dashes. My '47 Willys CJ2A has a metal dash. But no, we must be kept safe. Padded dashes for everyone!