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At age 9 getting up every morning at 4:30 AM, riding a bike to the newspaper station, delivering newspapers to 75 houses before getting home to Cheerios and off to school.
Saving $5 per week from that income and showing the bank deposit passbook every Saturday to a father that did not believe in handouts.
Saving $5 per week from that income and showing the bank deposit passbook every Saturday to a father that did not believe in handouts.
Yes, the bank deposit passbook was a rite of passage where we lived. You got one starting around age 7 or so, and every week you'd see a line of kids at the bank waiting to deposit. It was fun to watch the total grow each week as the new deposit was stamped in. I think I still have my passbook, in fact. It was almost a diary because I still remember each of the withdrawals and what I bought (and saved up for).
Another thing that young people today wouldn't know anything would be prepaid calling cards.
You mean coins?
I remember when almost all dogs lived outside and nobody would have dreamed of picking up a warm steamy with only a Publix bag separating their hand from the fresh pudding. When did the dogs reprogram the humans?
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Having to go to blockbusters if you wanted to watch a movie.
I must be older than you: I remember baffling my young niece years ago, when I told her we had to see movies at a cinema, else wait for it to come on TV a year or two later. And then watch very quietly because you couldn't record or rewind or pause.
I remember when almost all dogs lived outside and nobody would have dreamed of picking up a warm steamy with only a Publix bag separating their hand from the fresh pudding. When did the dogs reprogram the humans?
There were no fences or leash laws so the dogs pooped in the alleys or vacant lots; never in their own back yards.
Booting a Digital Equipment PDP-8 from a punched paper tape and entering the RIM commands from front panel switches in octal to recover from a crash.
-circa 1972
Yeah. Having to toggle in the boot loader code on a PDP-8 was pretty funky. It's also bringing back the memory of Octal rather than Hex. The University had a DECSystem 10 mainframe that was the last new Octal machine I ever saw. I built a PDP-8 out of an AMD 2900 bit slice eval board as a semester project as an undergrad in maybe 1979.
A few years after that, a co-worker proudly dragged out a paper tape for a Model 33 teletype that played Jingle Bells.
I managed to avoid punch cards. I had glass tubes with primitive line editors on the University timeshare system as my first computer experience. Adventure already existed. The PDP-8 was already a toy. The Electrical Engineering department had PDP-11's and later some Unix VAXen.
My submission to the thread:
The card catalog in the library. In 2019, I'm so reliant on Google that I'd struggle remembering how to use a research library.
Radio was awesome back in the day. Remember Wolfman Jack and Dr.Demento? Recording music from the radio to my cassette tapes. Smoking sections in middle school. Suncreen really didn't exist while I was little, but women sure loved to slather on oil and fry in the sun! Hair conditioner was called "creme rinse" and it sucked. Having to constantly adjust the TV antennas.
I miss the days when listening to the radio was fun. Besides the radio shows, the music was a hoot. Splish Splash, Boney Maroney, Ahab The Arab, Bop Till You Drop, all stuff that put a smile on my face.
At age 9 getting up every morning at 4:30 AM, riding a bike to the newspaper station, delivering newspapers to 75 houses before getting home to Cheerios and off to school.
Saving $5 per week from that income and showing the bank deposit passbook every Saturday to a father that did not believe in handouts.
Yep, I never got an allowance. I worked all summer from the time I was about 8, put the money in my own bank account, and had to budget my spending money to last until the next summer, plus make major purchases like a bicycle, record player, or car after I turned 16.
My parents handled food and clothing. Everything else was on me. If I wanted it, I could work for it like everyone else.
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