Well the young'uns might think this is cool but it was us old farts that were used as guinea pigs for this stuff which led to the electronics you use today.
I, as an official old fart/man and grouchy as hell too, have proudly done everything on the following list and therefore received a big fat ZERO. ?????ÿ
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ZERO here as well. At least the concept of zero is older than me!
ZERO here as well. At least the concept of zero is older than me!
Believe I can claim a big fat zero on that list. Never owned a boombox but heard music blasting from more than one. Rented plenty of videos but not from Blockbuster.
Hell, I had to learn how to use a crank phone because I was seven before we had one of them fancy dial phones. We even used all numbers while my grandma was still using the old style letters and numbers, Garfield-1-5452. Had to get an operator involved, though, as that was long distance.
Drove a 1951 Dodge pickup with the starter button on the floor. It also had a split hood. Remember riding in a neighbor's car that had suicide doors. Rode with another neighbor thar still drove a Model T long after most had disappeared. Rode with a neighbor lady who said her car could drive itself. By golly, it really did drive straight without her hands on the wheel. Took a long time to realize her fat stomach was doing the steering.
Had to pump water from a big pump until I was 11. The outhouse was around the corner from the chicken house, past the wood pile that was home to the meanest rooster ever born. Wasps must not have noses as they were prone to build nests on the bottom sides of the horizontal boards inside the outhouse. Learned that mites exist and they love to live inside chicken houses.
I get a zero as well!
I remember when our landline was just 4 numbers, no prefix, no area code. Heck, our PO box for a time was number 1. LOL (My dad worked for USPS and when 1 became available, he grabbed it)
I have a yard stick for the lumber yard in my hometown (that hasn't existed for years) and the phone number on the yard stick is less than 4 numbers.
I’ve never listened to music on a Walkman and I absolutely refuse to be an old fart. Rock on!
You whining or braggin'? No matter, but you left out the part about walking in waist deep snow eleven miles one-way and uphill both ways to school.
Perfect zero for me, too. I still do some of those things, like play CDs, look up things in a dictionary, use a paper map for planning, and write checks.
And I identify with many of HC's points. I don't think I ever drove our pickup truck with the starter on the floor but I clearly remember it.
I recall being at college when some guys wanted to call their friend who had gone back home for the weekend. They got an operator on the line and asked for a person-to-person call (that meant no charge if that person wasn't available) to Don [highly unusually surname] in Templeton, Iowa and the number is 12F. The operator in the college town didn't believe them, although it was all true.
@flga-2-2
I didn't have it that rough, but did sometimes walk a half mile on the gravel road to and from the one-room school for my first years of formal education.
The school where I spent my first four years was about 3/4 mile. You had to walk uphill both ways. I started on a hill, went down that hill, then up the next to get to school. Same down and up on the return trip. Rarely walked to school, but I did from time to time. There was a cattle crossing to watch out for. Fellow had a few milk cows but their daytime pasture was across the road from his house. After that everything was a school bus or one of our vehicles. Stud muffin driving to high school in a mustard-yellow 1953 Chevrolet BelAire sedan with an automatic on the tree. Typically parked next to a GTO, Roadrunner, Camaro, Chevelle SS, etc. Sometimes parked next to a 1950-something big truck with flatbed and a bale chute on behind.
where's the 8-track
where's the 8-track
Where's the scotch tape to splice the damn 8-track back together when the cheap tape player eats it?
So what this all states is my kids are smarter than I. They always say I am an Old Crusty Man. I say nope I am a young man. I guess they are correct. Zero. Funny thing about the typewriter is my mom just called the other day and asked if I still had a use for the family typewriter. So many school papers and late nights. My young Marines bought me some fancy walkman thing that played cd’s while deployed. Because I brought a cassette tape one. It was amazing that i had a shoe box full of tapes and they put just about everything on a couple cd’s. Now I use cd’s and dvd’s to hang in the door of the chicken coop on fishing line so the hawks dont take the eggs or attack a hen laying.
I have a mini-cassette with a recording of a roast held in my honor in the Fall of 1978 as I was leaving one employer for another. Haven't been able to listen to it for many years as I have nothing that it can work in. Would enjoy listening to it again. Probably 90 percent of the people present that night are on the "wrong side of the grass".
