It occurred to me that I can’t remember the last time I saw a cigarette vending machine. Used to be everywhere.
Whites-only beaches and train carriages
Not having TV, of any kind.
If you were really fancy, after the gas station guy filled up your car, you might pay with your “gas card.” Which you would hand to the attendant, who would put it into a little mechanical gizmo, put some carbon paper on top of it, and slide a lever over it to make an imprint of the card.
We used to (recently) have a modern programmable thermostat that everyone hated and was constantly messing up. For uninteresting reasons, I needed to replace it and decided to get a simple dial thermostat like from my youth. Back in the day, they had mercury switches inside but now it’s a little circuit board but what I really wanted was simplicity that no one could mess up.
I installed it, left the next day for work and came home to learn that no one in the house could figure out how it worked. It was like those Youtube videos where kids try to figure out how a cassette recorder works and they’re poking at it like monkeys and you’re thinking “This has to be fake…”
Whiteout.
a man and his change purse
And it was always about 95 and humid or -20. Always.
There were some groups/singers that I had no idea what they looked like unless they were on AB or MS because some of them didn’t have their pictures on their albums. The Steve Miller Band was one of them. I don’t think I ever saw them until I Googled them one day.
How about song lyrics? You would hope and pray that the album you bought would have the lyrics to the songs on the inner sleeve. I remember listening to a song over and over, trying to decipher the lyrics and writing them down.
45 records for under a $1
My high school’s student smoking area was called The Chimney. Which was actually by the school’s chimney.
A can of Shasta for 25 cents
My mom would be handed a big piece of cardboard with a number on it after her groceries were bagged. Then she’d drive over to a conveyor belt thing outside of the store, hand the numbers to the kids working and her groceries would magically come down the conveyor belt in numbered bins. The kids would load them into the car and she would tip them 25 cents.
I babysat for 50 cents/hour
My sisters and I would fight over who got to stand on the hump in the backseat. That way, if we were in an accident, we would be launched directly out the front windshield.
Pets rarely went to the vet. I think our city had 2 vets. Spaying and neutering weren’t done very often. We always got male dogs so we wouldn’t have to worry about puppies! Here’s a horrifying bit of history - when my dad thought our dog might have worms, he gave him gunpowder mixed in lard or Crisco! 
Still a thing in NJ.
Or an ice cream cone. When we’d visit my grandpa, he’d sometimes give us each a quarter to get an ice cream cone at Baskin-Robbin’s (and we could).
Having a glove compartment full of maps, and having to figure out how to get to some place you hadn’t been to before.
There was a month and a half when hard wired remote controls were a thing. I felt bad for the families that bought a new VCR with a hard wired remote, then wireless came out.
Most everything I could list has been covered — including the 2 p.m. Wednesday air raid siren test and the smell of mimeograph sheets — but:
When you wanted to change the TV channel to one of the two or three others, you had to get up and walk across the room (you wouldn’t be anywhere close to the set, because that would ruin your eyes).
Likewise brightness and contrast. And later, the color knobs (when a particular news commentator came on, it was customary at our house to turn him purple).
They didn’t unplug; they were hardwired. You could leave the phone off the hook, but after a while it would start making noises at you.
Now reinstated as hide from the shooter drills, aren’t they?
What was passed was usually a gallon jug or smaller. (And, eventually, wine bottles and joints.)
Or, I’m listening to the One Barrel Chase track from the Jaws soundtrack (at the beach, of course, I’m a fun guy) – the music builds up, and builds up, and fades out KA-CHUNK and fades back in. Arrrrrrrrrrrrgggggggghhhhhhhh!
You got five bees for a quarter?
Our ‘ring’ was long short.
It was contained in our phone number, which was 104-01. ‘104’ was the number of our party line, while ‘01’ denoted long (0) and short (1). Our neighbor’s ring was long short short; their number was 104-011. Grandpa’s ring was also long short, and his number was 123-01. His party line was ‘123’.
Our local phone company upgraded to dial phones when I was 10.
I saw one about six months ago in a casino that just opened a few miles down the road. A pack of smokes was 12 bucks.
Of course, it didn’t take cash, only plastic.
This is one of the hardest parts for my kids to grasp. Back in the day, workers on pipelines and/or offshore rigs would be out of touch for long periods. My kids were astonished that I would leave to journey halfway round the world, and their mom might not hear from me for over a month (~1 week of travel, then 2-3 weeks for a letter to arrive home).
Contrast this to: “The app says his plane landed in Paris 10 minutes ago – why isn’t he answering my texts?”
Map books and triptiks from AAA. Relying on your passenger to give you directions.
ETA: Holy-moly, AAA still offers Triptiks!
Disneyland used to have tickets to get on rides. They were categorized by letter, A through E, with A being the kiddie rides and the good rides like Matterhorn being E tickets. “E ticket” even became an expression meaning something is exciting.
We used to have ashtrays all over the house. Do they still make ashtrays?