At work I was talking to one of my 20 year old software devs & accidentally said “core” instead of the modern term “RAM”. He didn’t get my meaning until I explained. Once I gave the backstory he remembered that he’d once heard that they used to call it that. But it sure wasn’t a term of art in his world.
Damn kids.
A four year old in office while I was using my IBM Selectric II:
Very hushed voice, full of awe: Is that a typewriter?
She had never seen one.
A 12 year remarked: That is so cool. You can actually see what you are typing!
I remember telling my twins, who were strapped into their carseats at the time, that there didn’t used to be ANY cars. Stunned silence.
I remember rotary dial phones. We had one on the wall in the kitchen with an extra long cord so you could walk around a bit. All the rest in the house were regular length.
I remember our old phone number was PA(rkview)3-1917. 
For you youngsters, it was just like texting! P=7, A=2.
I’m sure there are lots of kids who’ve never seen the turntable with a needle to play those giant CD’s on.
Or old metal coffee pots on the stove.
We used to have some weird air-conditioning contraption in the back yard that we called a “water tower” - in the days before central air. I’m not sure how it worked.
Does anybody still hang their clothes out to dry on a clothes-line? Or those cool spinning 4-sided jobbies?
My Evil Mother has one of those. Brilliant idea, provided you have a yard. In California, most apartment leases specifically prohibit clotheslines or hanging clothes out to dry. The rationale is that it “looks ghetto”! (wtf?) They enforce it, too. I hung a few things out to dry at the home where I babysit, & the manager came by and told me to take it down.
I don’t understand this; we’re supposed to be conserving energy, and dryers are large energy-hogs. Who cares what it “looks” like?
I do. I have one clothesline inside, in the den, and one outside, under a lean-to. It makes the clothes smell fresh (well , the outside line does) and it straightens out creases.
Here on this very board a few years ago, I posted a question about some procedure or other in Microsoft Word. I remember I used the phrase, “And then I hit a carriage return . . .” and I got lambasted by other Dopers for my archaic vocabulary. “It’s the ENTER key, you dolt! What is this, the 1950’s?”
Evaporator or Swamp Cooler
My kitchen phone is a green rotary-dial screwed to the wall. And yes, we’ve got one of the 4-sides clothes dryers. Found it at the local small hardware store in the same aisle across from the canning jars.
Came back to say I found a thing that made me go “Hmmm…” today.
There’s a retail establishment near my office that apparently feels people can’t be trusted to use the elevator, so they have an elevator operator. Someone is being paid to stand there and ask “What floor?” and press the appropriate button, or to say “Sorry, we can’t go to that floor.”
Apparently, there’s another business in the middle of the building that doesn’t want to be bothered by the store’s customers. You’d think either disabling the button for that floor or adding a card-swipe or key control would be sufficient, but nope.
They’re called a Rotary Clothes Line, or if you’re in Australia, a Hill’s Hoist.
We still have a clothesline at my house. We use it for things that shouldn’t really go in the dryer, or when someone else is using the dryer and we’ll just hang things up. I admit I like the fresh smell from hanging them up.
I remember when I was younger, my great grandfather had one of those old phones on his wall; or at least, a re-creation of them. The kind with the small ear piece you pick up and talk into the speaker as you hold the ear piece to your ear. You dialed out by opening it up and using the rotary phone inside. It was really fun to use.
It’s an acronym for “Digitally Initiate Audio Link.” 
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