“What’s One Thing Normal At Your Time But Is Now Bizarre To Even Think About?” (50 Answers)
There used to be a TV series called "Beyond 2000". It aired in the 80s and 90s. People would watch it for a fascinating glimpse into the future. Sometimes it’d blow our minds. Imagine not needing a key to unlock a door, and using a card instead? A “lap” computer! Or a robot that could play chess? Just wow.
Now that we've moved two decades beyond 2000, we have biometric access systems, robotic surgery, 3D printed limbs, electric powered cars. Things certainly have progressed. Redditor u/Red_Baronnsfw found out just how much the world has changed when they asked older people: What's one thing normal at your time but is now bizarre to even think about?
From paper maps, dialing telephones, written letters from penpals, to having to flip through the Yellow Pages to find a phone number… Keep scrolling for an epic trip down memory lane. And find out what life was like for people born before 1980.
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Childhood autonomy.
Once you were a certain age you were free range.
You were expected to act right out in the world and be home when you were told.
Other then that nothing was expected.
No play dates, no cell phone.
And certainly no posting the f*****g stupid thing you just did so others could see it.
When you did stupid s**t you kept it to yourself!
This is still common in countries with excellent public transportation, greater public safety, and much less paranoia.
It had never occurred to me how much things had changed since I was growing up in the 80s and 90s until a couple years ago when my 10yo daughter said, "did you have play dates when you were my age?" I replied, "no I just used to go outside and play with whoever else was out playing in the streets and if there was nobody out i would go to my friends houses and ask if they were coming out to play." Having to literally make an appointment for kids to play together these days is both sad and annoying.
Ikr? It was "daytime"- what else would the kids in your neighborhood be doing? I'd just walk over to my friends house and find out if she wanted to play. It's not like she was going to have other plans.
Load More Replies...Better be home before dark. No excuses, you couldn't claim you didn't know where the sun was! Backwoods was more of an enforcer for that than Mama's willow switch though. When the panthers started squalling, you picked up the pace a bit! :)
We had a "home for dinner, then you can go back out to play" kind of situation in the summer. We used to play Ghost in the Graveyard and Sardines across the entire NEIGHBORHOOD--like think 10 or 12 yards. It helped that there were about 30 kids all within a 2 year age range where I grew up, so these games were EPIC.
Or like being a CEO- every moment of your time scheduled from the moment you wake to the moment you go to bed. Id be a terrible parent, apparently. I wouldn't do this to my kid
Load More Replies...I remember my mother telling us "Go do something outside. And don't come back until supper time!"
I was sent outside to get out of Mom's hair. I learned how to deal with and appreciate the outside world, and developed my own interests. I am now a capable, independent adult.
One kid loves to post restaurant meals. This is announcing on social media that we are not home.
My Neighborhood was crawling with kids from 6-18 years old that would be running loose in the summer. There's a small park in the back of the neighborhood that always had a baseball game or you could walk, bike or skateboard around and find a street basketball or football game going on.There were woods to explore and stores within walking distance from where we lived. You would rarely see an Adult anywhere around, as long as you were home for dinner or when the streetlights came on you were good.
I used to have several pen pals in different countries. There was nothing better than coming home from school and finding a letter.
This makes me happy. Now, if I could just find a letterbox and stamps... Physical mail is gonna be but a memory soon.
Load More Replies...I had one from Sweden that was so gorgeous i had secretly hoped to marry 🤭 I was 12.
In 3rd grade (1986) we would record our voices on tapes and send them to our pals. Mine was named Gordon from Pennsy.
Made a point as a teen to get a handful of penpals. Eventually everyone either moved or asked to friend each other online, and now all my mailbox sees are bills and ads.
I do the same thing but via discord, which I don't have on my phone so I'm excited to check my computer whenever I get home
Me too! At different times I had penpals in Germany, Denmark, Japan and what was still Yugoslavia.
Philately was one of my hobbies and half of the stamps came from my penfriends. It was fun
When I was young and bought Metal Magazines, there would be a section in the back for pen pals. You would list your name, address, age, bands that you were into and any hobbies. I found one of my best friends that I've known for 30 years, the greatest part was not only we liked the same music, but she only lived 5 miles from me. I was closer to her then my actual sisters, so the 4 people that I still talk to I met in 88, 89, 92, 94. We're spread out in 3 different States, but when my Mom died in 2020, despite the Covid lockdown they still came back to Oklahoma for her funeral. Those 4 were some of Mom's "Surrogate" children and I don't know what I would have done without them there.
Arriving at the airport shortly before takeoff, checking your luggage with minimal to no hassle, and boarding your flight.
Also, going to the gate with your family and having them send you off, or wait at the gate to meet someone.
I like planes and used to go to the airport just to watch them from the concourse.
Load More Replies...I used to live near to the local airport when I was a children's Nanny. The twin boys I cared for were obsessed with planes, so at least weekly I would take them to go watch the planes take off and land. There was an outside area to the airport which was also a cafe, so we would go for hot chocolate and cake. Parking was free. We could walk through all areas of the airport (public areas). Even walk up to the steps to the planes. What a glorious time now, looking back. These days, said airport is extortionate on even drop of prices, and the public areas at literally a shop and toilets .. for anywhere else you need tickets, boarding passes, I.D. and the fencing around the airport means you cannot see the planes land or takeoff until they are airborne.
If you missed your connection, you could sometimes even take your ticket to another airline and they'd put you on the next flight.
Wife complained how early I wanted to leave from our house, 1.5 hrs from GRR airport. I wanted to leave at 430 for a 7am departure. We left at 5, TSA line was SO long she nearly missed the flight.
Still like this in some countries, particularly for domestic flights. I’m assuming OP is in the US - they don’t want to make it easier for you. TSA found out you’ll pay for things to be a slightly less hassle
r/AskOldPeople is a cool spot online where you can ask older Redittors pretty much anything about life back in the day. It’s not a place to seek personal, health or mental health advice. It’s more for people to come together and reminisce about days gone by. Or for the curious, younger generation to find out how things worked for our forefathers. The community has built up an impressive 739 thousand members. Their main rule is that you can’t answer any of the questions unless you were born in or before 1980.
Some of the previous gems that have appeared in the sub include what people were scared of as kids that seem ridiculous now, and what meals their parents constantly made that they refuse to eat as an adult. But it was a question about things that once seemed normal and are now totally bizarre, that got us at Bored Panda thinking. Not just about the past but about the present and future too.
The sounds younger people will never know of listening to your modem connect to the internet. It was such a specific, strange series of noises that is instantly recognizable to anyone who lived during the time of dial-up modems.
I was chatting to my barista about how the internet used to scream when you logged on and one of his staff said "What, what?" so we played the sound for her. "Oh god, EVERY Time? That's awful!".
If you want an approximation of the sound, call up a number servicing a fax machine.
Ent-hhhhh enthhhhh ent-hhhhhhhhhhhhh budaaaaaaaahhh ent-hhh
You could also tell from the tones what speed it was going to connect at, so you knew if you needed to hang up and try again for a better connection. Loved my early years of WFH in the 1980s!
Paper maps. You had to figure out your own route to where you wanted to go and road trips seemed more of an adventure back then.
I love paper maps, it's true it makes travelling feel like a true adventure.
Google maps screwed me several months ago. I was trying to get to a local brewery, and the directions had me going in circles - literally! I finally said f--- it and eyeballed my way there. Now I use Waze.
Load More Replies...I remember my mom finding a "shortcut" on the map not realising it took us over the highest mountain in our country and adding about 3hours to our journey
Mountain Rescue in the UK would like you to use paper maps, as they have to rescue you when your mobile can’t get a signal, gets wet, runs out of battery, and you walk down a gully thinking it's a path. OS maps are peerless
I understand the nostalgia for the adventure but I don't miss the maps. At my core I am a pragmatist and satellite navigation is so much more convenient that maps seem painfully cumbersome in comparison. Always good to keep a road atlas in your vehicle though, never know when you might not have a signal for the phone or whatevs.
My father is ex army officer. He still uses only paper maps and laughs when I use google maps.
Rampant sexism. I couldn't even open a bank account when I got married.
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Same. My husband had to sign so I could get a driver's license.
I cringe sometimes watching comedies from the 70s and 80s. Like, what were thinking?
Well brace yourself because there is definitely a move afoot to take us back there.
Load More Replies...Husband's could also have their wives committed to a mental hospital if he thought she was too emotional. My grandpa threatened my grandma with this so much, she asked the Dr for a little pill they called the mothers little helper - Valium, which Drs handed out like candy for years... until they didn't. She went through a benzodiazepine withdrawal (awful, awful feeling) on her own (extremely dangerous) while taking care of 6 kids ages 2-10, still maintaining the house to perfect standards, having dinner on the table at 5 and keeping it all a secret from everyone. All because she was emotional when she found out he was screwing his secretary.
When my wife and I bought our first home in 1968, and since both of our salaries. were being considered for the loan, the bank wanted us to sign an affidavit that promised that my wife wouldn't get pregnant. We laughed, signed, and got the loan. Yeah, let's see that hold up in court. An yes, we're still married.
What country is this? Here in Poland women in my family were independent for at least 5 generations (even a grandmother of my grandmother was able to make her own decisions without husband's permission).
It's obviously America. The law was changed in the UK in 1975 so women couldn't be discriminated against like this
Load More Replies...When my parents bought their first house my Mum’s wage only counted at 25% of its value for their income for mortgage purposes. So my Dad whose job was only guaranteed work until the end of the contract he was working on (18 months) got 100% of his wage counted but my Mum’s secure and long term job counted for 25%. 50+ years have passed and she is STILL p1ssed. Can’t say I blame her tbh.
It's not completely gone. When we were first married, my wife, an experienced broker, applied for a job at a local firm. Everything went well, and they offered her the job.....on the condition that I personally come to the office to confirm she had my permission to work outside the home. Needless to say, she took another job!
My Mum going to her doctor in the 1960s six weeks before her wedding to ask about birth control. This male doctor told her to come back two weeks before her wedding and treated her as if she was a hussy.
When I tell people that American women didn't have the legal rights to open a bank account before 1974 a large number of people don't believe it and won't bother to look it up.
Eh, it's still there if you look hard enough- you can't get certain medical procedures without doctors asking "but what about your husband's opinion?"
Friend in the 90s, told her doctor after her 3rd cesarean delivery, she wanted him to tie her tubes while she was cut open. He asked her what her husband thought about that. She wasn't polite when she told the doctor it wasn't her husband's decision.
Load More Replies...Nowadays, smoking is frowned upon by some, and often strictly forbidden in public places. But there was a time when second hand smoke was everywhere. On planes, in restaurants, offices, cars carrying kids, and even hospitals. And before 1950, doctors would even appear in cigarette adverts. They had no clue that smoking causes cancer.
By the late 40s, people started seeing a spike in lung cancer and even death. But it wasn’t until the late 1980s that smoking on planes became illegal. And even then, it was only banned on U.S. domestic flights of less than two hours. International flights were finally made smoke-free in the 90s. Really not too long ago if you think about it.
In sharing their comments, Redditors spoke of how their schools had smoking sections, how they could smoke on submarines in their Navy days, and how a hospital ward was once filled with smoke after they'd just had throat surgery.
The Yellow Pages.
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And phone books in general. If you knew someone's name, you could find their address and phone number. And if you did not want you name and number in the book, you had to pay extra to have an "unlisted number."
By the way: did you know that the name of the website Yelp is short for Yellow Pages?
As a preteen\teenager my friends and I found many boys phone numbers by calling 411 (information) you just needed to know the last name and town, they'd give you every number listed. This was back around 86-93. Once in 7th grade my bff and I called to find a friend's dad's number with the last name Gay, "hi 411, could I get the number for a Gay in Minneapolis?" ... Silence for seconds, then a huge loud laugh "honey, there's a lot of gays in Mpls, can you narrow it down?"
Yup, every adult in my family was once a kid who sat on phone books at the dinner table.
Load More Replies...Phone books were used to find someone's address almost as often as they were to find their phone number.
I found out a few years ago you can still dial 0 for an operator, give them the name of the person you want to call and they will find the number for you and stay on the line until you reach them.
And yes, that's very 2000's of me. It WAS useful, back in the day
Load More Replies...Dang, those things are still left at my house - usually in the rain but contained in a flimsy broken bag
There was a simple satisfaction that you had free access to everyone's number in the area. Now in the Pay-to-lookup and privacy of cell phone carriers, looking somone up is a huge process, because they may have a transplanted number from when they lived in Ohio ten years ago, and kept.
Having all the phone numbers of my family, friends and work memorized because there were no cell phones.
485 2509, I left that house 32 years ago, 485 7503 the girl who dumped me 34 years ago, 486 7703 Grandma & Grandad now sadly deceased. Area code deliberately left off obviously.
Fifty years ago I could remember dozens of phone numbers, today I have to look up my zip code.
426-0224 was my (parents) number growing up! 357-7409 (ELkins 7) was my first serious girlfriends number at age 19. Remember the Prefixes... 426 was GArfield 6 - my grandparent's number was 734-2915 or NEbraska 4.
667-2416. You had to listen to her ring carefully, because we were on a party line, and sometimes it would ring in all the houses on the line, but the ring sounded different, a little bit.
Making ashtrays as a craft project in elementary school.
I hope your paper machée ashtray didn't catch fire
Load More Replies...No one in my family smoked so I made a hearing aid dish for my grandma. To her credit, she kept that ugly thing by her bed and put her hearing aids in it every night for as long as I can remember.
Any time I did woodworking in shop it became a wooden bookend! (not a horsehead bookend but worse!)
We did that in kindergarten! Painted the rim with gold paint (probably toxic) and glued a picture of myself on the bottom.
Just as cigarette smoke was considered sexy, safety wasn’t taken too seriously. Seatbelts were there for show. Some cars didn’t even have them. In the 1950s it became mandatory for racing drivers to wear seatbelts. And in the 60s, American passenger vehicles had to have them. But still, people didn’t really have to use them. That included babies and children. Believe it or not.
As Defensive Driving reports, “The National Ad Council ran countless ads for 25 plus years encouraging drivers to ‘Buckle Up’. States slowly starting implementing laws and by 1995, every state except New Hampshire had “Click it or ticket” laws. Currently, all states have a seat belt enforcing law.” And just as well, because the National Safety Council says seatbelts saved almost 375 thousands lives in the country between 1975 and 2017.
World Book Encyclopedia.
If you were rich, you'd have the Encyclopedia Britannica.
Not rich. A local grocery store (around 1968 or so) sold the Columbia Encyclopedia at around $3.99 per volume (22 volumes in the complete set). Decent enough encyclopedias, but it took like 5 months to collect all the volumes (in alphabetical order). Luckily I did not have to do a report on the Yangtze River early in the school year...
I have an old complete set of these on a bookshelf and make my 10 year old use them
Load More Replies...We had the Funk and Wagnalls encyclopedia. OK reference source, great name.
I admit I didn't read them all from cover to cover, but I spent many hours with a volume or or two chasing down ideas, like how you can get lost in the Wikipedia links. Like I started with balloons and ended up in the Amazon rainforest frogs section.
Same. I really enjoyed reading the encyclopedia volumes.
Load More Replies...My 1882 Britannica is still a go-to in cases of topics that have long since dropped off the current list. Where else can you find 4 pages of instructions on the proper way to play croquet? Invaluable for a writer.
I had it in the late 80'. Cost me fl1190,- (€494) back then. You could buy a brand new car for 5 times that back then
We always had a set or two that we found at tag sales. They weren't the most up to date, but most school assignments we could use them for. Anything we couldn't, we'd have to go to the library and use theirs. Of course, there would be other kids from class there doing the same thing, so we'd have to wait our turn if our projects were alphabetically close. Oh. A tag sale is the same as a yard sale, or garage sale.
Sitting on my dad's lap while he was driving. He let me steer, too.
Also--cramming ten kids into a VW beetle (aged 10-14, birthday parties or picking up friends to play for the day), no seat belt, of course.
Warm smell of colitas rising up through the air /s
Load More Replies...Vacation to the cabin in a white station wagon with wood paneling 2 ppl front seat, 4 in the middle, and me, my sister and 3 cousins sitting in the third row facing the back window. Signaling for the semi drivers to blow their horns. Or sleeping in the back window of a '77 Oldsmobile Cutlass on long trips.
My mom had a yellow VW bug, in the 80's in California and one if my strongest memories of being 3 was riding in the back window over the warm engine on that flimsy boad padded with thin wool, looking at the road lights moving away on the dark winter nights, with the fumes of burning gas that would wallop me whenever we hit a bump, while my three older brothers were squashed beside my baby sister's "car seat".
That space between the back seat and the engine bay in my granddad's VW beetle held me and my brother. Mum and Nan in the back seat with sister inbetween. Dad and Granddad in the front. Had some great trips.
Bumping and sliding around in a station wagon. Sometimes being in the very back. No seat belts. Riding in the back of pick up trucks. Fighting to get to sit in the front seat of the car with no seat belts and when the car stops short your parents used their arm/ hand to protect you.
Growing up I was a part of an athletics club that had exactly one 9 seater Ford Transit as a means of transportation. I think the record was 29 kids aged 6-16 travelling for 30km each way.
Parents whacking kids with things. Belts, sticks, hangers, wooden spoons, rulers. It’s what parents did. Nobody even blinked when it happened.
My dad wasn’t the spanker in the family and one day my mom got mad and said he had to do it. I was scared because Dad was really strong. I put a book down the back of my pants. When I came and bent over his knee he saw my square butt and started laughing. My mom got so mad but Dad just couldn’t hit me and couldn’t stop laughing.
He never hit me once ever.
In Denmark, it became illegal in 1985 for anyone but a child's parents to hit them, and in 1997, it became illegal for ANYONE to hit a child. In both cases, it had been socially unacceptable for a long time by the time it was outlawed. I'm glad I haven't lived in a culture of corporal punishment.
And if you were at a friends house their parents could punish you just as they would their own kids
What decade are you talking about?? My mom would have pitched a fúcking fit, but not before I hit the “adult” and tried to run home.
Load More Replies...I think my grandma got spanked but that was 90 years ago. After that, it's been illegal where I come from. Sadly, according to many pandas, people still do it in many countries.
Just because something is illegal doesn't mean people stop doing it
Load More Replies...Our school bus driver used to hit her kid with a wooden spoon right in front of all of us. We always felt bad since he was little and had to ride with her every day. I'm guessing she probably couldn't afford other child care. :(
My mom was the spanker, but she used a fly swatter, LMAO! I remember my sister and I running around the house giggling when she threatened to whip it out, and then tears of laughter when she finally caught us to administer our "punishment" - if anything it tickled, lol, was more fun than a deterrent. Now I look back and wonder whether she knew this!
I remember when I was around 6, I'd pìssed my mom off and she was chasing me around with a wooden spoon, as I'm laughing my àss off. Once she caught me and delivered the first couple of spankings and realized I was still giggling, it just pìssed her off even more. She just hit me harder with the spoon, until I started crying and she had gotten her aggression out and was satisfied enough to stop.
Load More Replies...Secondhand smoke and a lack of safety precautions might not be sorely missed. But there are some things a few older Redditors want returned. Like pen pals and posted letters. “I used to have several pen pals in different countries,” wrote u/minsandmolls “There was nothing better than coming home from school and finding a letter.”
If you don’t know what a pen pal is, the Oxford Dictionary defines it like this: “a person that you make friends with by writing letters or emails, often somebody you have never met.” Almost like how we chat to strangers on social media. But it took a lot longer back then. Both to send a letter, and to receive a reply. Here is a really sweet story about two pen pals who finally met for the first time after 43 years.
Photos were expensive, more rare, and took time to even see how they turned out.
You too pictures, dropped your film off (e.g. at a photo booth/stand with a person in a grocery store parking lot or at a film processing shop) then waited for the film to be developed and printed (roughly a week), extra cost to expedite.
I remember one hour photo production coming to our local chemist, thinking it was amazing and we’d never get faster. Now I can take a photo and send it straight to my photo quality printer in 30 seconds, no need to even leave the house. Even better I can email it to my cousin in Australia (I’m in the U.K.) and HE can print it in under 30 seconds. The world’s gone mad!
And yet all my photo albums stopped in 2005 what happened? Does the ease reduce the value or the wonder of each photo? It must. I fear we have lost something very valuable in the process
Load More Replies...But, you cared about those photos, unlike now when people take loads and never look at them
I’m a semi professional photographer and it’s true. Cameras are so much faster you can take 30-100 frames second now. Especially in cameras used in sports (Unheard of in the film world) just to Capture the action shot; a picture of the baseball connecting with the bat, the foot contacting the ball, etc. at a game you may take 500 photos and use only a handful of them and discard the rest.
Load More Replies...We were stationed in Germany and the army post had different shops for people to do stuff, photo development, woodworking, ceramic, etc. One day my dad came home and threw his Playboy magazines to my older brother's and said you might as well have these. They had taken pictures of the dog with a pipe, glasses, and a magazine. Busted!
The predecessor to fb - watching stranger's photos coming down the chute out of the printer at the photo developing store
It was a gamble to see how the pictures came out or if they came out unless you had a Polaroid instant camera. Those pictures took only a few minutes
I would forget to pick up photos for months, and more than once did I get someone else's photos because of roll mix ups.
It was so much more fun though to run to the store with your friends to pick up your developed photos and seeing how they turned out, and laughing at the awkward ones. We wouldn't even wait to get home, we would sit on the curb in front of the store and tear into them. Good memories.....
Those real photographs (chemical process on paper) will last decades or even hundreds of years. Most of today's "photos" are ink printed on paper that will quickly fade. And in a natural disaster water will sweep away that ink whereas real photos can be saved with proper treatment. How are the digital photos being stored and labeled? You can't put them in a box for a few decades and then expect to be able to see them. Much less jot down the names or place on the back of it. I'm an archivist, and cataloging and processing born-digital photos and files so that they can be accessed in the future is very time and money intensive.
When I started working, women were required to wear nylons/pantyhose. And dresses/skirts were preferred. "Pant suits" were considered "casual".
The year I graduated from high school, I would not have been able to secure a mortgage from a bank as a single woman, salary notwithstanding. Even purchasing a car was iffy, banks did not lend to women without some sort of male guardian co-signing the loan. In the US.
It was routine to be passed over for positions as a female. There were no repercussions, it was normal. It was not considered discrimination; men needed the jobs more.
...and so very, very much more. And no, I'm not 80 years old.
Same OP. I am not 80 either and I remember ALL this. It’s much closer in time than young people imagine now. The time that woman have been free to do/work/dress as they please is SO MUCH shorter than the time we weren’t. That’s why we must not let certain people take us backwards to that, here in the US
Sadly it's already happening. Millions of girls/women now don't even have rights over their bodies anymore. California is far from perfect, but I can't tell you how grateful I am that me, my daughter, and every girl/woman around us, have full reproductive freedom.
Load More Replies...Oh, yes. This is so wrong. I cannot understand it took us until the 20th century to finally accept women as adults with the same rights. Mind boggling.
Yeah, being a woman can suck sometimes because of stupid rules and stupid assumptions. And the current "Supreme" Court is trying to make things go backwards. To quote Rage Against the Machine: "F you, I won't do what you tell me."
My poor mom was not even able to get a divorce from my abusive / alcoholic DNA donor. It wasn't until years later after she physically left him was she legally able to get a divorce. Oh, but it's just fine for him to drink and beat his family.
This is one reason why some states have no-fault divorce. Now conservatives want to end it, making escape from an abusive spouse much harder.
Load More Replies...For centuries a woman was known first as her father's daughter, then her husband's wife, then her son's mother. We had no identities of our own.
Load More Replies...This is what's scary - people don't always realize how newly won these rights are and how easily some dictator-wanna be could take us back there. Look at pictures of women in Afghanistan over the decades from the 60s to now... they've gone so far backwards from the freedoms to dress and act as normal women to now not being allowed to speak or sing in public!! Who are leaders are make all the difference!! Err on the side of too much freedom rather than too little if you are on the fence when choosing who to vote for.
I'm a millienial (38F), I remember my mom telling me about how girls weren't allowed to wear pants to school when she was a kid. I remember thinking "wow, wild!" Like it was so far in the past and women aren't in danger anymore. This would've been the early 90's. Its funny how when you're a kid you don't see the big picture at all, and how incredibly recent that all was, relatively speaking.
Smoking in hospitals and on airplanes.
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Or even better: in restaurants.
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There was a smoking section in my high school. I remember a girl who I had a massive crush on coming back from the smoking area and thinking, "She's smokes. She's so TOUGH."
My high school not only had a sanctioned smoking area for students, there was an unsanctioned area for smoking pot out by the tennis courts and EVERYBODY knew it. You could see the kids smoking pot over there. I think the teachers just thought "Well, we know where they are ..."
I used to wonder why we didn't get busted smoking more often at school, we weren't sneaky. A friend of mine is now a high school teacher and I asked her. She said they know the kids are smoking/vaping etc but it's a "Pick your battles" situation. Teachers are too busy to be worrying about extra hassles.
Load More Replies...God, how I miss it. We smokers weren't outcasts back then...
There was a smoking room in the maternity unit where I had my first two children.
I remember, as a child, standing on the long ugly coffee table (with the cabinets underneath on each end a vase of fake flowers on the display platform in the middle) thinking it was cool that i could see above the smoke hanging suspended in the air from cigarettes
At my high school we were constantly reminded at morning assembly that smoking was forbidden on school grounds . . . but there were those large metal ashtray pedal-bin things all around the corridors.
I remember being in a car wreck and having to stay in a hospital for a week. I smoked right in my hospital room. My friends also brought me beer while I was in there.
Our school had a smoking area until my Sophomore (10th grade) year, but it was a closed campus, we couldn't go off to smoke. We had to go through metal detectors and bag/purse searches coming in the morning and if you went outside for lunch, we got creative to hide cigarettes and lighters. OKCPS started using metal detectors in 88 when I was in 7th grade, by high school we had that s**t down in how to get past the detectors, bag/body searches. School policy was you had to be caught with an object in your possession to get in trouble. EVERYONE, Jocks, Hoods, Stoners, GM's, etc. that smoked all hung out together. We had a lookout when the VP would try and bust us we would drop our cigarettes. There would be 30+lit cigarettes on the ground, since it wasn't touching they couldn't do s**t about it.
In an age of instant communication, it could seem strange having to wait days, weeks, or months to receive correspondence from a friend, family member or even lover. But that’s exactly how it was. u/Airplade said they remember “Running to my mailbox hoping to get a letter from my girlfriend away at college. Or finally getting that cool thing I mail ordered eight weeks ago.”
A type of email was invented in the 1970s, before the internet existed. But it wasn’t until the 90s that email, as we know it, became publicly popular. And today, we have text messaging, and even video calls. Folks back then could never imagine the instant gratification of greeting someone face to face. While using a mobile phone. And sitting, standing or walking on opposite sides of the world.
Always carrying dimes, later quarters, when on a date, in case things went sideways.
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Phone booths. Dude every now and again I need one still and they are gone!
I got my first cellphone in 2019. Before that, I was relying on payphones to check my bank account and make important calls. There would be ones in the grocery store, right where they put the shopping carts. Some of the employees made sure you were inconveniencing them by interrupting your call and demanding you move so they can put the carts in a way that blocks the payphone. The store removed it a few years ago.
I was so excited to see a pay phone at Dollywood! Then I realized it was part of an old-timey car shop display, ugh!!!
Mad money! So if your date pissed you off you could call home for ride
Or if the situation became dangerous. I carried enough money to pay for my own activities as a safety thing.
Load More Replies...Me too! I want them back for both sentimental and practical reasons.
Calling the movie theater to see what was playing and what the showtimes were.
Not everywhere! My nearest cinema was about 30 miles away.
Load More Replies...There was The TV Guide and then the one that would come in our Sunday paper. That guide, coupons and sale papers were the first thing Mom would grab out of the paper as soon as it was delivered.
Load More Replies...For a movie theater that had an actual SCREEN and not a postage stamp to project onto. I know, I was a projectionist for years at some of Phillys finest theaters!
The abundant newspapers back then had the session times. It was also easier. There was one type of cinema and seat. You could call to reserve tickets. No charge. Trust based you just had to be there within 15minsof start. Which was the ads anyway
No hard line on announced movie times. You just came in when you found it convenient, even in the middle of a movie. After it ended, the operator just started it over again. Then at one point you turned to your parents and said, "Isn't this where we came in?" If they agreed you all just got up and left the theatre.
Alfred Hitchcock is the one who started getting this changed. He didn’t want viewers of Psycho to get the twist before seeing the first part of the movie, so he bullied theatres into allowing people in only at the start of the film.
Load More Replies...No seatbelts and having 2car keys. One ignition key and one trunk key.
The first car I bought came with two screwdrivers; one for the ignition and one for the trunk.
I remember my Dad had an 85' Camaro that you could take the keys out of the ignition while it was driving down the street. I also miss the days of the gas caps being hidden behind the rear license plate, that you had to pull down to access.
We had to put locking gas caps on all of our cars so people wouldn't siphon gas and that was back when it was only a dollar a gallon. As soon as locking lug nuts became a thing we had to put those on our tires. I'm not joking when I say I live in the ghetto.
Load More Replies...I have three keys. One is all door locks, one ignition, one fuel tank. And manually operated windows. No power steering. No ... nothing really. The suspension works great, although it doesn't even really have springs... And it's tight in there. Trunk is always full of the usual-carry-ons like extra gas (gas gauge is misinforming), oil, first-aid, ... There's no room anyway, the fuel tank resides there, too, taking away the left third.
In the 70s and 80s, people thought there was a real possibility of living on the moon. It was thought that by the year 2000, we’d have colonies in space and we’d be “driving” flying cars. The "Space Race" had blasted off years earlier. Russia and America were going head to head to explore the great unknown. In 1975, Nasa even hired an artist, to illustrate their futuristic view of life on Mars and the moon. But as we now know, it was not meant to be.
As soon as I turned 13, it was assumed by the entire neighborhood that I would babysit. It was common for me to have three kids under the age of seven for hours at a time. This was considered normal for all my friends, too.
I was so lucky I was the naughty girl kid growing up so no one in their right minds would have ever trusted me and I wouldn’t have wanted it 😂
I started babysitting when I was about 12. My best friend, 11, came along with me to help. Thought it would be fun like in The Babysitter's Club. I was not prepared for the rambunctious Hellion 3 year old who ran around, screaming and naked. His mom also locked the only house phone in her bedroom. Not sure if on purpose or accidentally. I only babysat for her twice. Since they were neighbours, my mom only came over to scold us about the noise and leave. It was not a good situation, and when I think of it now, I don't know what mother in her right mind would agree to allow kids under 13 to watch a kid that young.
It was a totally different time, the 13 year old was watching neighborhood kids and chances were near 100% that their parent was at home and a phone call away. Today, I wouldn't leave a 13 y/o home alone, and absolutely not leave them with children to babysit. Today's kids have the attention span of a gnat.
When I was 13 I was solely responsible for the 1 year old across the street almost every Saturday night. I had never changed a diaper or fed a baby, but they didn't seem to care.
I started when I was 11 watching my little sister, and at 12 the neighbor's 3 kids ages 1, 2 and 4, till midnight or later sometimes.
Babysitting was a regular weekend job for me from when i was about 14. It was a good earner.
I started babysitting at age 13, quite a few times several families wanted me on the same night so all the kids were taken to one house and I looked after them all. The most I had was 8 at one time.
Children going off to friends' houses all day, without their parents knowing where they are. Kids traveling around like feral animals in packs, riding bikes, chasing the ice cream truck.
Friends helping friends walk blocks home with scuffed knees and other injuries. Laughing at a friend who got a mouth full of earwigs from a hose. Going to a neighbour's house for a drink and a pee because you weren't going to make it home or it was just closer. Neighbours knowing each other and who their ancestral family was and what they all did for a living. All without fb.
No helmet, no water and no care. If you needed a drink out on your bike there was a fiuntain in the park or a neighbours hose. You didn't have a watch but you had a rough idea or your friends mum would know
Parents told you to go out to play. They wanted you out of their hair. You could be anywhere. As long as you were home when it got dark, and nobody got hurt or into trouble, everything was good. On certain days all you had to do was listen for the ice cream truck and hope you made it in time and they had what you wanted.
Having to actually, get up off my butt, to change the TV channel or to answer the phone, hanging on the wall.
When I was a kid there were only two (later three) channels so channel-hopping was not a thing. You had the listings in the back of the paper and knew what you'd be watching at what time, so changing channel only happened once an hour or so.
Load More Replies...We always had short phone cords. No sneaking a phone into my bedroom or finding a comfy spot to chat. And had to keep it brief; someone might call us about an emergency. Long distance was expen$ive!
We had a TV remote that operated by air pressure. You squeezed a bulb at the end of a tube and the channel changed. I don't know whether this was ever made available to the public. My dad worked for a television set manufacturer, and he tested things before hey were put on the market.
An 8 ft phone cord that never knotted up!! My headphones make a point of snarling while I sleep! Bastards!
We only had tv when our grandma bought a new one, because her colour tube was gone, so we watched alot of black and white tv
On New Year's eve 1999, parts of the world held their collective breath. The masses waited for planes to fall from the sky, computers to stop working, bank vaults to burst open, and the world to end. Billions were spent preparing for the worst. The Y2K bug was about to bite as the clock struck 12. Or so some thought...
As Forbes reported, "computers around the world weren’t equipped to deal with the fact of the year 2000. Their software thought of years as two digits. When the year 99 gave way to the year 00, data would behave as if it were about the year 1900, a century before, and system upon system in an almost infinite chain of dominoes would fail. Billions were spent trying to prepare for what seemed almost inevitable."
Just not knowing. If you were meeting up with a friend at a certain place and time, and they didn't show up, there was no way to follow up. If you didn't know whether a certain celebrity was alive or dead, you asked a friend and hoped they were right. Where is the closest veterinarian? What does it mean when my car makes a beeping sound? What year did the Hundred Years War end? What should you do if you break a toe?
Pre-internet, all of these things were mysteries and you had to hope you had smart friends or a very well-stocked library nearby.
Editing to add that applying for jobs was the worst. You'd have to submit your resume in paper, then go home and wait for a call that might never come, meanwhile you could be out looking for other jobs.
Without cell phones, my parents would leave the telephone number of the restaurant they would be dining at for the evening for us on a piece of paper. And in an event of emergency, you could call the restaurant and ask them to find your group or parent and have one of them come to the phone.
And the list of neighbors' numbers by the phone to call your friends or in case of an emergency.
Load More Replies...Also, Teen, Teen Beat, Tiger Beat, Bop and 16. Lol. edit: this was in the 80s
Load More Replies...Ha ha, yeah, I tried to explain that to my dual student (he is 19). Firt I had to explain what a public payphone is. And remind him "no internet", no "I look it up". Besides the library, that is.
The problem is, many people think they're experts, including medical experts, based on a few minutes online. Plus, they listen to crackpots. I wonder how many children will die or be disabled because their "expert" parents decide not to vaccinate them for polio or measles.
I agree, except for applying for jobs. It was a lot easier to get a job, by applying in person. Usually, you'd get an interview or appointment on the spot, if they were considering you. We'll get back to you, usually meant, No. Now, a lot of times, they want you to take some weird quiz, that asks the most random questions that have nothing to do with the job. Worse, there's no obvious right answer. I'm on the spectrum. Those questions are a nightmare, for me.
Trying for ages to remember the name of some celebrity or character together. I kinda miss that.
When it came to literature, history or languages, we all just called my grandad. 100% guaranteed correct answer.
Back when 900 numbers were in, pre-interenet, I had an idea for finding out about celebrities. 1-900-HES-DEAD! Just 59 cents a call. But then the joint wore off.
Small corner stores, “I’m buying beer/cigarettes for my mom/dad/grandpa” and coming home with exactly that.
The owners of the stores where I grew up knew our parents, and us, before we could talk. You knew what was in the area behind the check-stand because you saw it from the time you were a toddler. They knew your name and let you slide if you were a nickel short and would sell you smokes with a note, but never alcohol. Perhaps it was different before the 60's, but certainly not in our neighborhood.
I was about 12 years old and staying at my grandparent's house. My grandfather sent me to the store down the street to buy him a bottle of beer. He called the store to let them know I was going there. They were fine with it.
Yeah you would go in sometimes and they would look out the window and your parents were in the car and they would wave. A couple of other stores I went alone and nobody questioned anything. ( Wasn't a regular at their store,the other ones I was)
I remember getting cigarettes with my friend at Jewel-Osco back in the 80s to smoke. My friend apparently got them for her mom there all the time and they knew her so it was no big deal when we wanted to be rebels and try them ourselves. (Yuck!!)
The dewey decimal system was the only way to find a book.
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And Librarians! (I’m a retired librarian).
"The Dewey Decimal System. What a scam that was!" Cosmo Kramer.
Some libraries had reference desks where you could call with a specific question and they would look up the answer for you and call you back with the information.
I really miss it. I can't say how many times I was looking for a book and found so many other interesting things to read in the cards. It was an ever-expaninding ripple of discovery. Searching now is an increasingly tighter and narrower sphincter of insular interests. P.S. LOVE librarians!
"Dewey, you fool! Your decimal system has played right into my hands!"
Have they changed libraries? This system is still universal, if you mean the Index Cards, well then Just thinking about how overwhelming it was is stressful, and I haven't seen an index card for 25 years.
In a bizarre "twist of fate", on 1 January 2000, we entered the 21st century. A whole new millenium. Much ado about nothing. Babies were born. Life went on. Not a single plane fell from the sky. The masses breathed a collective sigh of relief and continued partying like it was 1999.
Just as we find some things super strange about the past, it’s quite likely that the kids of the future will look back on the 2020s and wonder what the hell we were thinking. Afterall, with every new era comes a new normal. What do you think seems normal now but will seem oddly peculiar in a couple of years? Let us know in the comments.
Running to my mailbox hoping to get a letter from my girlfriend away at college. Or finally getting that cool thing I mail ordered eight weeks ago.
My wife and I still have the letters we wrote to each other over 30 years ago. Some of those letters have crossed the ocean with us on various moves 3-4 times.
OMG! I do too! and we're 28 years together!!
Load More Replies...The milk man. Milk, eggs, cheese and other dairy-adjacent items delivered to the house weekly. And the milk and OJ was in glass, returnable bottles.
And the Schwann's frozen food truck that would drive around selling frozen foods. My mom loved their frozen chicken and we loved the frozen push-pops.
The Schwann man still comes to my neighborhood. They've been taking food stamps for around 20 years, and are very popular, here with the elderly neighbors.
Load More Replies...Buxton, Derbyshire we still have milk delivery. No electric milk floats like we used to have though, Tesla? Pfff we had milk delivered by electric vehicles in the 70s.
We used to get the milk delivered in the late 70’s, I remember getting a small choc milk sometimes
We had a minimarket on weels, twice a week. All the essentials like potatoes, vegetables, dairy, meat/poultry (fish on Friday), detergents, TP, but most importantly candy and chips (crisps for those under Her Royal Britannic Majesty) and tobacco.
Our Milko had a team of teenagers who'd jump off the back of the truck, run to your doorstep, pick up the empty milk bottles and replace them with new ones. I wanted to join them when I was old enough, but by the time my teen years rolled around the Milko was gone.
And making sure to get it early in the morning during winter before it froze.
I remember this. The milk arrived every morning at 7am. Had to put the empties out the night before
Anytime you answered a phone you had no idea who was calling you.
Not knowing 1 single person's phone number - except my vet's office of of 30 years. For some reason it is the only number I still remember. Not including Jenny's number of course.
And you could tell someone "I tried to call you but there was no answer!" and they couldn't prove you didn't try it. They'd be trying to figure out if they were in the shower or stepped outside for a second and just didn't hear it. Today, they'd just whip out their phone and call BS.
Or telling someone to let it ring twice, hang up and call back - that way you knew who it was
Ok anyone else sing Jenny's number. I only remember a few memorized #s my home my grandparents my aunt the local Hospital and my dads best friend his number and the hospital were very close
I remember listening for "our ring" on a party line. And the local gossip who would pick up on every call. You could hear the little "click" when she picked up to listen in.
If I knew she was listening, I would’ve made up the most bat s**t crazy things and let her tell everyone, just to make her look insane
Load More Replies...And when you called someone's home, you never knew who would answer. That was sometimes a very nice thing, and sometimes a totally sucky thing.
The last day of school before Christmas in 1975, in my small town in California, the school bus broke down and the principal gave us a ride in the back of his Chevy pick up truck.
I once had a late detention where my mums wife wouldn’t let my mum pick me up from school and made me walk home, my vice proncipal saw me half way and said ‘get in but don’t tell anyone’. I was so lucky he gave me a lift home, I’d be walking for 2 hours and had 2 more to go and it was already getting dark 😂
What the hell is wrong with ur mums wife not to let her pick you up??
Load More Replies...If the snow was deep enough, our bus didn't go down into the neighborhoods. She'd just let everyone off along the main road and hope they made it.
How utterly unsupervised we were as tiny children. I remember taking care of my brother by myself for the full summer while my parents worked starting at 8, he was 4.
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Yes, and my parents would leave us 4 kids in the car while they stopped for groceries. It seemed like they were gone for a while, but I'm not sure now. At least long enough for everyone to be dared to honk the horn, run the windshield wipers, and if we were really brave, get out and run in a circle around the car.
I remember walking down the road, kids all under age 10, to the gas station to buy snacks with the loose change we'd gathered together.
Collecting soda bottles to get enough money to buy snacks
Load More Replies...Don't forget pushing in the cigarette lighter and waiting for it to pop out! I can still see the red-hot coils. Can't believe those were standard in vehicles... 😂
My parents started leaving me in the car, alone or with my sisters, at 10
My single mother worked, and in 5th grade I was responsible for getting my brother and sister (6 and 7) home from school.
My mom left us in the car while shopping. we found that if we all bounced at the same time in the back seat, we could make the car bounc really high. Then we popped a tire.
Just exactly how many kids make up, if we all bounced...? Asking for a friend for future reference.
Load More Replies...I still have pictures I took of my 2 yr old sister with chicken pox, I was 6, while mom ran in for medicine. I found the camera in the glove box, clicked away, saw mom coming back and quick threw it back before I got in trouble for digging in the glove box. A few weeks later my aunt asked me if I had used her camera lately to take pictures, I tried to lie and said no. She handed them to me and pointed at my reflection in the rear window with said camera. I had used the entire roll. She was awesome though and just said something like take these pictures you didn't take and hide them so your not questioned about where I got the camera.
Dogs pooping everywhere. NOBODY picked up dog poop.
Free roaming pets, especially dogs which is far more rare now except in rural areas. It was common to have one or two neighborhood dogs that everybody knew by name, just wandering around.
And dog poop was mostly a different colour-it was a clay/pale grey-white colour, not poop brown. It was something to do with the ingredients in commercially available pet food at the time I think.
My dog as a young teenager was a little black scruffy muffin called Blacky. Neighbours dog Timmy was a big white and tan thing, they were best buds. Blacky was an escape artist and jumped or scaled our 6ft fence daily. Timmy also smart knew how to unlock the neighbours gate. They were the beloved terrors of the neighbourhood and looked ridiculous together. Met an old neighbour a few years ago who said so many of her childhood memories surrounded the antics of Blacky and Timmy and she was always a little jealous that I owned Blacky as both dogs followed me like my personal shadows everywhere.
Dried out cow patties would turn hard and was gray and white. Whenever we would go visit our Dad's friend that lived in the country, our dog CoCo would go running out into the cow pasture, find one and bring them back to you. That dog wasn't afraid of big a*s cows, but he was terrified of the chickens. 😂
I live in the suburbs and we just have cats roaming around that everyone knows. Down by the canal where there’s less houses, a colony of feral cats gets fed and watered by some kind women in the neighborhood. But letting dogs roam free around here is a problem, due to them either not being trained or getting lost or run over.
As the number of dogs was quite smaller than nowadays, there were less poops than today
Gas stations where they pumped your gas, checked your oil and washed your windows for that dollar or two you were spending. In the early 70s we would get 50c worth of gas to run around on all night.
We had one in the Grand Rapids area that closed a few years ago. It was lots more costly to go to the "full service" island to gas up.
Load More Replies...Worked a full service station as a side gig. Allowed a free soda per shift (Pepsi, glass bottles).
The station in the small town near us was full service like that. And at night, he'd leave the pumps on. If you needed gas, you just pumped it and put the money under the rock in the box on top of the pump so the wind didn't blow it away. For credit, or if you needed change, just stop by the next day. To my knowledge, he never lost a dime doing that.
You can still find full-service gas stations in Japan, though self-service is becoming more popular.
To this day it's illegal for customers to pump their own gas in New Jersey. And in the tail end of the 90's gas was still 50 cents a gallon.
Also hand me downs. Most kids lived in had downs. Even me the only girl got my brother clothes. People would b*****k you if you got a mess on you because ‘that jumper goes to your cousin Samantha next. It had already been through Debbie and Lyndsey now me. You have to look after your stuff especially clothes and we were taught to fix clothes too
Toys. You got one or two. Not a full room. By time your 10 it’s full but took time to build up a collection. I had a pink car. Brother 1 helicopter and brother 2 train so one toy each till we were like 4 and 5. We could play with toilet roll tubes. Coat hangers. Make up our own toys. We got hand me down toys aswell. But it was never just buy a toy. It was earned. Birthday present or Christmas or earned by doing good work or a job
Veteran of the 'girl child wearing older brothers' hand-me-downs' here
As the third boy in our family I constantly got well-worn, often tatty, hand-me downs from my one- and two-year older brothers. Things could have been so different if my sister was born before me...
Load More Replies...I was the youngest child in my parents' friend group so I got so many hand me downs. For years, the only clothes my parents needed to buy me were underwear, socks and tights for school.
I honestly thought I knew all the curse words, but it appears, that today, I was wrong.
Load More Replies...New clothes for Christmas, and birthday, otherwise hand me down, or op shops (thrift stores)
I usually got my Christmas dress for my birthday, since it is at the end of November. My sister, who has a summer birthday, always got her school clothes for her birthday.
Load More Replies...Between 1985 and 1993, if it existed for Barbie, I had it. The Big stuff, the 3-piece, A-frame Dream House, The Hot Rockin Tour Bus, those were 2nd or 3rd hand. It wasn't until a BIG settlement happened that I got the Pink 57 Chevy and new furniture for that dream house.
My older siblings complained that I was so spoiled because I had so many toys. It was because I had all their hand me downs plus what I would get for birthday and Christmas, it wasn't my fault.
Load More Replies...Even being the oldest cousin, I got hand-me-downs. Some from my aunt, which I'd have to tear shoulder pads out of, some from my chunkier cousins, which always looked ridiculous, because 1. They lived with my grandparents, and 2. They were cut and hemmed. My clothes went to my brothers, and other Until, they got taller than me. Luckily, that was after jams and hammer pants were popular.I didn't know that this is rare, now. My kids wear hand-me-downs, still. I even wear things my oldest sons outgrow. Wearing a Pip Boy shirt, right now.
The father of my children was 21 when I met him, I was 15. No one batted an eye. This was 50 years ago.
My parents met in school when they were 15. They married after high school and remained married for 67 years before dying within weeks of each other. I think they were both exceptionally lucky for one, and were both good, strong people willing to build a real partnership. (I've been divorced twice and refuse to ever marry again, so I know their commitment level isn't hereditary, lol.)
Kind of funny that I should read that comment today, because I came home after attending my aunt and uncle's 60th anniversary celebration just a few hours ago. They got a letter from the king on the occasion, standard content printed, but the signature in his own hand. That's Denmark for you. :) -------------------------------------- My grandparents met when she was 12 and he was 13; they became childhood sweethearts very soon after, and remained a couple until my grandma died at age 87. I can't even begin to imagine how it felt for my grandpa when she died. 75 years with someone, and then suddenly alone. Simply unimaginable. ... At the age of 90, he still remembered the very first time he saw her: He entered a classroom, and she - the new kid in class - was standing in a patch of sun in the otherwise empty room, wearing a blue checkered dress, her hair in two braids, leaning against a desk on one arm. He fell in love right then and there.
Load More Replies...My husband was 15 and I was just turned 20 when we met. He turned 16 three months later, and his sister/guardian would drop him off at my house for my dad to "watch" while they worked. So technically I was supposedly "watching" him but in reality I had a stupid crush on him, and apparently he had one on me. We never said anything but we became best of friends for many years, dated for 8 years, engaged for 5, and then married when he turned 30. He's still my best friend first and foremost.
As long as you were legally an adult by the time you had sex....I don't see a problem with this.
That wasn’t at all normal where I grew up. People would definitely bat an eye.
One of my grandmothers got married at age 14. The other one got married at age 15.
My husband's grandparent legally married each other at 14 and 16 in Missouri. They were the only married couple that had ever graduated at their high school.
Load More Replies...Met my husband in kindergarten. Started dating in high school. Married 37 years now.
Yup, my mom, who was born in 1950, always mocks the "outrage" over age gaps going around over the past few years, and repeats that it was totally normal in the 60's and 70's for a 14/15 year old girl to be dating a guy that was 23 or 24 years old, and how often those relationships ended up in marriages that are still going strong 50-60 years later.
Chicken pox parties.
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My wife recalls as a kid being sent over to visit a friend who had chicken pox.
My mom had my brother and I play together when I was experiencing chicken pox to ensure hed get it too. The thought was that it would be better for the household to get it all at once and be done with it.
It's also better to get this when you are young, and build the immunity to it it can be much more serious when you are older
Load More Replies...I still have a forehead scar from them things. In fact, i got it 2wice.
I have a couple of them on my face. Thankfully I only got it once. But it caused me to miss Girl Scout camp and I was SO mad.
Load More Replies...I didn't get chicken pox as a kid. I got them as an adult because some selfish parent decided to send their kids to school with chicken pox and where I lived myself and the kids all caught it from that infected kid. It was unfair and miserable. Parents should not send sick kids ( especially with chicken pox): to school. My niece caught whooping cough because of a selfish parent doing this . Messed up .
1989. 2nd grade. I was out of school for two months with a broken foot, cast up to my knee. My sister, 1st grade, brings home what her ENTIRE CLASS, and half the elementary school had, THE CHICKEN POX. Even a few teachers got it. It all began when one kid got it from a cousin...
My doctor couldn't believe I hadn't gotten it by age 50 so vaccination time.
My wife's cousin died from complications of chicken pox. Her family didn't do any of that nonsense.
My husband and I were on a cruise and my mom was taking care of our three kids. I found out when we got home a week later that she ended up having to take the week off because my son came down with chicken pox. I put all the kids in together and said if you're going to catch do it now. 21 days to the day my youngest caught it. My middle never did catch it, despite being exposed several times.
If you wanted to watch your TV show you had to be in front of the television at the time it came on. If you missed it, you had to wait ages for it to show up and reruns. And you had to time your bathroom breaks with the commercials.
The TV listings for the week came in the Saturday paper. If you were posh, you got TVGuide delivered to your house by mail
Load More Replies...And when you got back from your bathroom break, your brother or sister would have pinched your seat, because it was free as soon as you got up, you couldn't "bagsy" it any more.
That's when you called seat check before you left the TV
Load More Replies...We only had commercials before and after the 8 o'clock news on all the 2 channels. Tv started at 5pm(noon on Wednesday and Saturday) and at midnight they shut down after the national anthem. And Sunday morning a church service
Saturday morning cartoons and Flintstones being on Friday night! Where's Huddles on Wednesday nights...
Every week you bought the newspaper to keep the tv guide. Then on the 80s they included codes to simplify video recording.
You had to have a tv guide or newspaper. Then you basically had to schedule all your activities around your tv shows. If you missed your shows you better hope they showed it again on repeats or you missed it. We had tv guides . I remember everyone hurrying during commercials to use the bathroom or get drinks and snacks so they didn't miss anything. Saturday morning cartoons. The only day it set aside for us kids. Getting up early. Grabbing drinks and what we wanted to eat and sitting in front of the tv until they ended at like 12 or 1 pm . Then our parents sent us outside.
In the 70s, there were only 3 TV channels in the UK, and on holidays, the rival channels would put big films on at the same time to compete for audience numbers. You had to decide which film to watch because you couldn't watch both. Unless your parents came up with a stupid arrangement like we'd watch the first half of one film, then switch over and watch the second half of the other. If my older sister was in charge, she'd channel hop every few minutes to try and follow both, which was even more stupid.
Load More Replies...I remember getting up extra early on Winter mornings to go across town before elementary school to add water and shovel coal into my grandmother’s boiler, stopping after school go shovel more, running over after supper to keep it going and again before bed. Had to keep granny warm if I wanted her brownies. .
Sounds like a good arrangement - your muscles in exchange for her brownies!
This is why we're all fat now, we don't have to do any physical effort for our treats
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Someone dropping in for an unexpected visit. We always had neighbors or friends just stopping by when I was younger.
These days I don’t even think I’d answer the door for my sister if she dropped in unexpectedly.
I play deaf/dead for anyone dropping in unannounced. Worst part is having to tiptoe like a burglar in your own house as you try to get to the front window undetected to check out who the heck it is that dared to show up unannounced.
Load More Replies...If one of my neighbors knocks at my door unexpectedly, fortunately it's always to tell me something I definitely need to know.
In the street where I lived when I was a kid the neighbours were like family. Everybody was always welcome, the door was always open, the kettle was always on. I miss those days. Everybody is so busy with their own lives that I barely speak to my neighbours these days.
I always answer the door for my neighbors, because where I live if s**t is going down you want to know about it. Our street was the same way, kids wondered in and out of each others house whether the parents were home or not.
Load More Replies...I just ignored my front doorbell a minute ago. I WANT to see this person, but I need advanced notice!! I can't just...ANSWER THE DOOR!!! 🤣
My MIL does that. 5 days ago just after we'd had sex. Hubby was furious. And it was late afternoon, which for her was an odd time.
You don't call or text 1st? Nope. Don't expect me to answer unless deliveries are expected.
Rushing to the bank on Friday to cash my paycheck.
One place I worked had frequent trouble making payroll. So yes, we would all race to the owner's bank to cash our paychecks.
In Australia banks closed at 4. But 5 on Fridays. No atms. But cheques were sometimes accepted. Cards? No such thing except diners club and amex. For ritzy restaurants
Going o holidays and getting to the bank in my lunchtime to deposit the cash envelope of money, weeks pay and holiday pay, hoping I didn't lose it, or get mugged.
Putting my oldest child on the floor boards in car. This was before car seats. She was a newborn so it was clean, I couldn’t just put her on the seat otherwise when I stopped at lights she’d roll off😂.
I remember being really small and riding on the little shelf space between the back seat and the read window, looking at the stars on long trips. That would be SO illegal now with car seat laws.
I did that in the early 80’s in our old Holden ute, wish I could still fit it there now 🤣
Load More Replies...I remember when I was four, we were going to the pictures to see Bambi, had an accident on the way, no seat belts, I rolled under the front seat...had a very sore head. Didn't see Bambi till I was a teenager, eventually bought it on VHS, then DVD
We used to hop into the cargo area behind the back seat in a VW Beetle. And when we came out we’d have little indentations all over our arm and legs from the hard pebbled lining.
Weren't the engines of a VW Beetle in the rear of the vehicle, like behind the back seat? And the cargo/trunk area, were typically in the front end of the car? I remember the older Beetles had rear engines and wasn't aware that there was actual cargo space between.
Load More Replies...My baby brother rode laying on the front seat. Both parents would out a hand on him when we would stop. I had the whole back of the car to myself. My dad was kind of a scary driver in traffic, so I would hide on the floor so I couldn't see.
Riding bikes and skateboards without helmets and pads. Also building ramps to see how many kids you could jump your bike over. (Thank you Evil Knievel and the Wide World of Sports).
I got a bike again when I was 63 and I had finally moved to a place with decent roads and little traffic. It didn't even occur to me to buy a helmet.
And the "ramp" was a sheet of plywood, proped up on some cinder blocks.
Love riding without a helmet, hated when they came in and it was law to use them. I now understand the importance, very glad they no longer look like a space helmet
I'm surprised between all the crazy stuff I did on my bike, skateboard and rollerblades that I made it to 18 with no broken bones.
I got a bicycle helmet, but rarely use it. I mean, I managed 45 years, why should I need it now. Just be mindful of your surroundings, because back then - as today - some idiots in cars might harm you.
Girls couldn't wear pants in elementary school. Lots of pictures of snow days and we're wearing knee socks!
At one of our school assemblies in the early 90s, the Vice Principal stood up to say he was disappointed that so many of the girls were wearing jeans instead of the Winter Uniform and said firmly "Tights are just as warm as jeans" which to 300 teenagers was the funniest thing, and we started asking how he knew.
I was a medical student in the early 80s-we wore white coats on the wards, not scrubs like medics tend to wear these days. I was sent home to change because the doctor doing the ward round said I wasn't appropriately dressed. It was winter, I was wearing a plain skirt that came down over my knees, and a pair of flat leather boots that came up to just below my knees (they were dressy boots, not rubber wellington boots). He said I could only rejoin the ward round if I changed to shoes. Another time, a lecturer giving a talk about feet pulled a few girls from the class, lined them up in front of the lecture hall, and criticised their footwear, mocking them, saying they'd all get hammer toes and bunions-they were mostly wearing ordinary court shoes/low heeled pumps. The one girl wearing lace-up shoes (me) was derided as being butch and unattractive, how would I find a man when I wore ugly shoes?
I still remember the feeling of pantyhose in snow boots. We also wore rain boots and stiff raincoats.
In North Dakota, girls wore pants under their skirts in cold weather and removed them once they got to school.
I was talking with a young person yesterday and asked her if she knew what a "mother's little helper" was. In the 60s, suburban housewives were taking valium. It was legal, and commonly referred to as "diet pills." You could easily get a prescription. So many pill poppers back then.
Awesome yes, but maybe not in the way you mean. I always refuse it when offered as a pre-med before surgery, gives me a three-hour hangover headache when I wake up otherwise. Very addictive, very dangerous, recreational use highly unrecommended.
Load More Replies...The Rolling Stones had a hit with the song Mother's Little Helper. It was a reference to uppers. Valium is a depressant, more or less the opposite of an upper.
Diet pills were amphetamines. They kept you going through the day, Valium was the downer to take at the end of the day.
My mom did take dexatrim brand name diet pills, sold OTC. That stuff had amphetamines as the main ingredient, i think.
In the late 1800s and early 19s, one could purchase a whole heroin kit including the morphine. You got a needle, tourniquet in a carrying case. I was told at that time period that it wasn't socially acceptable for women to drink with the mens so they used hurron instead. If im wrong about something I'm sorry.
Just causaly shooting up with a girlfriend here. Can i get a Coke and some cottonballs?
Load More Replies...I have a very high tolerance for stuff like that because between the psych meds I'm on and Cancer meds, apparently some people wonder how I'm not a zombie or knocked out cold for days. 🙄
Vehicle gas cap located behind the license plate.
1950s GM cars (Chevrolet, Pontiac, Cadillac, Oldsmobile) had the gas cap behind a tail light. 26eb0a51b4...075273.jpg
My 3 Novas, 2 Chargers and my Olds 442 did.
Load More Replies...They should still do that dammit! I get tired of fighting some a*****e for a pump nozzle on the wrong damned side of my car!
I absolutely loathed those fillers. Awkward and uncomfortable to use, and doubly so after vapor arresting nozzle boots were added. If you happened to forget to put the gas cap back on, you’d promptly pour half the tankful of gas you just bought onto the street behind you. And it was easy to forget the gas cap, because the spring loaded license plate would slap itself back up the moment you removed the nozzle, so no visible reminder to take care of it.
And you always got your fingers pinched because it had the really tight springs to keep it closed
........and when it got full and you were crouched down there, you got sloshed!
I pulled up close to this dude about my age at the time (early 20s 10 years ago) at a gas station. He looked like he was upset, but then saw I walked around the boat that is our 89 caprice, how long that took, and his face softened. Then when I put the license plate down and stuck the nozzle into the pipe, his jaw dropped. It was fun to see lol
The sissy test. My sibling’s peer group required you erase a patch of your skin to prove you weren’t a sissy. I am female but I was no sissy! I was an idiot, however.
Me neither. Maybe the kids of today are smarter than we were.
Load More Replies...And in Extreme cases the sissy test used a lit cigarette held between two arms and the first to pull away lost
Dang, should have read further - I have the same memories; also mumbly-peg with knives
Load More Replies...We had the Eraser Challenge when I was in elementary school. Same idea. Both girls and boys did it.
"Eraser tattoos" in high school. You rub with a mechanical pencil eraser until it bleeds and then break open a Bic ink pen and rub it in. Ahhh, Alaska high schools in the 90's.
Oh my... In 8th grade, a schoolmate built a tattoo machine from a doorbell. Kind of worked ... looked like he painted his arm with a ball pen every day ever since. That same dude stole a really large, combustion-engine driven chainsaw from the city's gardening crew, but that's a story for elsewhen...
Load More Replies...I remember burning myself with a hot big lighter for the same reason. Ah, the stupidity of youth.
I was also an idiot, but I was tough. Obviously a racist term now, but in the 80s we also did "Indian burns" where we "wringed" our friends' wrists with our hands causing a friction burn. None of us cried or complained that we hurt each other for fun.
We did this also, except it was 2018. I don’t think any of us really thought about what it was called…
Load More Replies... "Airing out water"
I grew up with my grandmother in an inpoverished area. The wealthier people (middle class) had the good water. Everyone else had water that was extremely sulfuric smelling/tasting. Think like strong eggs smell. We had to set out water overnight in open containers so the sulfur would evaporate. After a night of this then the water would taste/smell fine.
Southeastem USA, Lived in Jessup GA and Northern FLA and had that sulphur water. My BIL in Eastern Maryland had it too. Stunk like old socks. I'm in NE Pennsylvania in the Poconos. Had to get a whole house filter to clear the water of high iron. You smelled like rusty nails after a shower. My filters are the reddest damend things. But the filtered artisian well water is the most beautiful thing! We do have to add a mineral rock tank as our filtered water smells perfectly, but is so soft you can't get the soap off of ya if we didn't have the minerals.
My Mom lived in a town in western MO that had really nasty-tasting water. She had just finished RN training and wanted to enter the Army but she was anemic. The Doctor saw where she lived and told her to go home and drink a lot of water, it had a lot of iron and sulfur. If you let it stand overnight you'd get a red layer in the bottom. Actually, the water from the town park pump tasted better because it didn't have the added fluoride.
As a child in grade school we had nuclear bomb drills. Yup. We’d all hide under our desks. Seriously! It’s kinda like TSA now - as if, what we doing, would somehow make everything alright.
And unfortunately much more likely to actually happen...
Load More Replies...We had Nuclear Bomb, Fire, Tornado and actual bomb/explosive drills all the way through school. My class graduated in 1995, but we did shooter drills because of the Gang Members that were at my school had shootouts before, so it was a precaution, we had metal detectors starting in 1988 for a reason. They finally stopped the NB drills by the time I was in high school, because we all knew we were f****d and a desk wouldn't protect us. We would get surprise drills for the other 4 throughout the school year.
Same. And videos of what a nuclear war would do to us. My school has us convinced we wouldn't make it.
A part of the first floor hallway dipped. We all had to go there for bomb drills
Boredom leading to creation.
Nope. Boredom leads to surfing the internet.
Load More Replies...In some houses you better not be bored or complain of boredom or your parents will FIND YOU something to do. You don't want those extra chores.
EXACTLY. Went to play with some friends when I was a kid, and I was told by their mom that they were washing down the walls cause they complained of boredom. I was invited to join them. I declined, told her I wasn't bored.
Load More Replies... When I was around 14-15 years old, there was a famous pop singer/guitar player in the neighborhood who would seduce all the 13-year-old girls we wanted to kiss. He was around 30-35 at the time, according to his Wikipedia bio. We obviously hated him with a passion, but that was because he was a much more successful competitor; it never crossed our minds that there would be something morally wrong with what he did ("grooming" was what poodle owners did to their dogs, back then). After all, all he did was what we wanted to do!, or so we thought.
I still hate that guy, and his songs, and the horse he rode in.
We never heard the word "paedophile" back then either. My mum cautioned us to be aware of "funny men" (not meaning comedians or clowns - but looking back...).
Wasn't it awful that they were described in a way that didnt take into account all of the manipulation and grooming that they committed their crimes with
Load More Replies...I'm more interested in knowing how he rode in a horse.
Load More Replies...Having taken the Métro alone from age 9, I knew very well about those men. My Mom's advice was "find an old lady and sit beside her", which was quite à good deterrent. I also kicked one in the shin, once. In the following years I used to travel in pack with my friends, which generally kept them away. No one wants to be laughed at by 5 12 years old.
Hitchhiking.
I never did it bc I was too young (in the 70s) when it was popular, and it had pretty much faded out by the time I was a teenager, but I remember hitchhikers were EVERYWHERE in the 70s.
Hehe. I did it a few times to get to my highschool when I slept through my alarm and missed the bus. This was in the early 2000s!
Load More Replies...Lol, I used to know a lot of WWII and Vietnam War era soldiers who'd tell me that's how they used to get around. An elderly WWII vet told me that during WWII, people in uniform never had to wait long for a ride, and could ride across country if they wanted to (and some did).
1975. I hitchhiked from California to Florida. It wasn't until recently that I found out that during that time there were a couple serial killers roaming the freeways for victims.
I barely ever see them anymore. It's rare...like once every few years kind of rare.
I've done quite a bit of cross-country driving in the last few years, and I can count on the fingers of one hand the number of hitch-hikers I have seen. If memory serves, the practice is banned in Nebraska.
Load More Replies...I can't remember her name now, but about the time I would have started hitchhiking, the news stories everywhere were about a young girl who hitchhiked and ended up with both arms cut off. Cured the rest of us from ever wanting to hitchhike.
Mary Vincent, who was raped by Lawrence Singleton, who then cut off both of her arms and tossed her in a culvert to die. She didn’t die, was able to get to a road to get help, and identified him in a lineup. Google “Mary Vincent” for the whole story. She’s still alive and paints with the hooks that replaced her hands.
Load More Replies...After the Manson people were arrested, people in Los Angeles stopped picking up hitchikers
Typing homework. And keeping citations on index cards. God help you if you dropped the cards.
Big, bulky, heavy Remington typewriters with spools of ink we had to learn to re-ink. Messy! And I really hated making carbon copies on overused ink sheets. I swear they weren't thrown away until they fell apart.
Load More Replies...I was just thinking about it the other day. When I graduated from university in 1984, I felt so far ahead of the game because _I_ had a manual typewriter while most of my classmates had to hand write their essays. 6 years later, I was taking classes again and, in between, I had bought an electronic typewriter with memory, but was already using a computer. Our expectations had risen so high that the electronic typewriter with memory seemed like a form of torture.
FFF space JJJ space FFF space JJJ space while doing it to the beat of the typing teacher's ruler banging a desk.
I'm 48; my partner is 30. When I told him that we turned in handwritten papers when I was at university, his jaw dropped and stayed on the floor for a while. :D
In an office if coffee was needed, it was expected that the female would make it, even if she outranked the males.
One of my old bosses (M60) used to have his secretary make coffee for him. When she was out, he would ask me to do it. I would deliberately make the worst coffee imaginable. Like 1 scoop of coffee for a full pot of water. When he complained that the coffee was too weak, I made it with like 10 big scoops of coffee for a 3/4 full pot of water.
Although it wasn't the case in my office but once my manager requested if I can get him one cup of coffee. Now I don't drink coffee or tea so I don't know how to make them. Even the machine ones. So I just stood in front of the machine, trying to understand what to do. Then I turned to him and asked the steps. He called me back and made one for himself. Never asked me again
Enormous TV consoles that took 4 grown men to move.
And some of them had a record player on one side, and a liquor cabinet on the other. We just used that to store records though.
My dad's company used to have a christmas party every year where all the kids were entertained and they even had nice gifts for everyone at the end. I cannot imagine a large corporation doing that any more, hell we dont even have a christmas party for employees any more- But this is not the bizarre thing.
My brother has a newspaper clipping from this party, saved because he was right at the front of the photo. He was doing some tidy up and found it. The Bizarre thing was that in the article next to this one, there was a photo of a young female worker who had just been crowned miss [Boring corporation] in the company beauty contest, which had been run across several company locations.
Hm, well in high school I was on the drill team and every Friday they'd weigh us and if you didn't make weight (ie small enough) you didn't get to perform at the game that night. Public high school. I'm guessing the school would get sued if they did that now.
My mother was a stewardess (not flight attendant) in the late 1960s and she tells stories of how they used to have regular weigh-ins; overweight and the 'girls' would get really talked to. She worked for the (long-gone) Mohawk Airline out of Utica, NY, and her uniform included white gloves and a pillbox hat (a la Jackie O). She was also considered "big" since she was 5' 9" and weighed like 130lb at the time...
You couldn’t visit a loved one in the hospital until you were 14 or Fathers to Be had to wait in waiting room in the 70’s. I believe it was the mid80’s when Dads were allowed in the Delivery Room.
And hospital stays were so long. After my mother gave birth to my brother in 1980, she was in the hospital for 10 days. And she didnt even have any health complications nor was he a sick baby. It was just standard.
1980?!!! What hospital was she in?!! That’s super long! I can see that happening a couple of decades before that.
Load More Replies...My dad had to go for a walk on a cold winter frosty morning...Heard my crying when he came back at 3am...told me every birthday...his complaint, there wasn't one coffe shop open...miss you dad.
Party lines. We shared a phone number with other households. Each party had a unique ring pattern. And when you went to make a call, another party could be speaking so you’d have to wait.
And back in the days of dial up Internet, yelling at a sibling to get off the phone so you could use the computer.
Or a sibling picking up an extension, and instantly disconnecting you in the middle of a download.
Load More Replies...Grans was three short rings. Neighbours often listened in to other Neighbour's calls...no privacy, no secret...it all went down the line. And gran would be talking sometimes, someone would pick up and ask how much longer, because they wanted to call someone
We had one for a very short time when I was a boy. Mom got tired of never being able to make/receive a call because the old woman on the other end of the line was always on it. "Well, $HIT!" was something we heard pretty often when she would try to call someone and the old lady was jabbering away.
Job listings by gender.
Just yesterday I saw under the Job For A Woman heading: President of the US mf-ing A
Rampant sexual harassment in the workplace.
Regularly being flashed by random men when in my school uniform. A favourite was a man in a car asking for directions. Go over and guess what it was not a gear stick he was holding.
Add hands 'accidently' brushing against breasts in a bus. Or getting groped. Wait..this still happens
Load More Replies... White dog poop.
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The How Stuff Works podcast has a piece about this. If I recall correctly, the formulation changed and no longer contains so much calcium, which would turn white as it dried. My sister and I had a whole conversation about that at one point because our dog had eaten crayons and there was confetti-colored dog poop all over our childhood backyard after that.
Going to a travel agency to book plane tickets.
In the UK, we had Teletext. It started in the early 90s, and it was transmitted via television networks-the graphics were glaring white or yellow text on a bright blue background, and it scrolled through pages selling cheap holidays-once you'd picked a location and dates, you phoned up to book it. No brochures, no fancy pictures, just a scrolling list of destinations that they sold off cheap, and usually at very short notice. That was seen as far more exciting than going to a travel agent.
I've traveled the world quite a bit, never used an agent once. I will never understand how they were a necessary thing.
I bought my first ticket for the first “adult” vacation of my life in one of this. It was 2004.
I did this till 2006 because I wasn't comfortable entering my card details on a website. Used to pay them by cash
A common saying if you asked about seat belts until the 80s. No. I don’t wear seat belts. I’m a safe driver.
Clunk click on every trip here in the UK. Voiced I think by the horrible paedo Jimmy Saville.
My father was very strict about seat belts. He says they should be called "life belts." Thanks to him, I instinctively buckle mine, even if I'm moving my car just 5 meters.
Applying for jobs was the worst. You'd have to submit your resume in paper, then go home and wait for a call that might never come, meanwhile you could be out looking for other jobs.
Applying for a job was much easier 30 years ago than it is today. Back then most places advertised in the local newspaper or job centre or with ads in shop windows. You could phone up and actually speak to a real live person. These days everything is online through agencies and job descriptions sound far more complicated than they actually are. When you apply you rarely hear back. Everything is so impersonal now.
Finding vacancies was much harder. I was looking for a job in 1991/92 and signed up with 42 agencies before I got a job. It was mostly looking in the local paper (which is how I found my first job in 1981).
Elevator attendants. You told them what floor you wanted.
Before a certain time, all buildings with elevators.
Load More Replies...Rock stars and their hordes of underage teen groupies.
An old joke runs thus: "Q - What has 80 legs and no pubic hair? A - The front row at a [insert the name of some pop artist here] concert."
Open container laws. Everyone in the car could drink alcohol but the driver. And the drinking age was 18.
The ban on open containers in a vehicle did not come into law in MT til like 05 or 06. I remember being pulled over in 04. Everyone had a beer in their hand except the driver. Cop just let us on our way with a warning.
Isn't it the same today as well? There's no law against drinking alcohol in the car afaik
Going out with curlers in your hair.
Still happens in Liverpool on a Saturday afternoon, it’s just that the rollers have got bigger!
Cursive handwriting was taught in schools and how to look things up in a book and not Google. Both things are no longer taught and most people in their 20's can't even read cursive writing. Also driving a 3 on three most don't have a clue.
So maybe they will have a distinguished signature from their printed name, in the future.
Load More Replies...Cursive handwriting will be mostly non-existent soon and maybe it should be. I'm not saying folks shouldn't learn to write with a pen/pencil and paper, they should. However, they should be able to write clear and legibly with correct spelling and grammar. As long as they can do that we're good. It doesn't matter if it's cursive. I think you need it to write your signature, outside of that it is unnecessary.
Cursive is an obsolete technology developed for quill pens. Which you want to keep in contact with the paper until the ink runs out if possible. The invention of the ball point pen meant it wasn’t necessary any longer, and the switch to writing and exchanging notes to digital is going to finish it off.
Load More Replies...My husband is 16 years younger than I am, and he cannot read my cursive. Don't know whether that's because it's cursive, or he simply can't be bothered.
"Joined up handwriting" was taught to me in school wheni was little. Had to write like that till high school. Didn't realise it was called cursive till much later
I've never heard it referred to as "joined up handwriting." Is that just how you referred to cursive writing or is this common in your area?
Load More Replies...My first car was 1960 Ford Fairlane, 6 cylinder, 3 speed on the column. I was 12 when I learned how to drive a 4 speed VW.
Renting beta vcr tapes at blockbuster.
At one brief point in time when such video shops first started to appear the two systems had about 50/50 market share. Objectively, most people agree, the Betamax one was better, but a manufacturers' cartel pushed the VHS system heavily and once it started gaining traction there was no future for the competitor.
Load More Replies...I remember my dad renting a tape and the vcr and it was only for 24 hours and it was expensive
Nobody had videotape at home. The machines existed, but the were huge and heavy and very expensive. And they needed compressed air and a dryer circuit.
This might be an odd one… When I was a kid in the 70’s we played board games and chess at very young ages without adults teaching us how to play. We read the instructions and taught ourselves. I was playing Yahtzee and Monopoly by age 6, and chess at 8. This was normal! All of my friends could play somewhat complex games too. That’s what we did when we hung out with friends, or when it was just my two siblings and me. Now, when I’m with my great nieces and nephews (my sister’s eight grandkids) they can’t or won’t even try to grasp the concepts and rules of a game like Yahtzee. These are really smart kids, advanced in reading and math for their ages. I think what they are missing is patience, attention span, and the ability to focus on one thing at a time. Even the 10-12 year olds have no interest in that. They don’t want adults to teach them how to play, and they don’t want to concentrate long enough to read the instructions themselves.
Milton Jones: during the war, board games were banned. My grandfather was arrested for being a Yahtzee sympathiser.
You should be Sorry for such a Parcheesi pun. Get a Clue.
Load More Replies...Let me repeat this: "I think what they are missing is patience, attention span, and the ability to focus on one thing at a time."
I've got a friend who's a boardgame fanatic. He collects boardgames and card games. Here in Japan, the kids LOVE playing with this guy (he's a teacher). They'll even play games too hard for me. Kids can still do those games if they want to. I bet there's still plenty of kids in America who play board games, or they wouldn't still sell them in Wal-Mart.
Board games are still hugely popular, the younger generations are still getting into them. Look at sites like board game geek. I have a friend who co-invented a game called Flickfleet it sold so well at a recent board game exhibition at the NEC, he had to dash home for more stock!
Load More Replies...When I was in high school in the late 80's, it was no big deal for a guy that liked you to follow you home to find out where you lived. After he found out where you lived, he would hang around in the vicinity of your house in order to "get to know you" or offer you a ride to school. Usually it was a guy about your age, but sometimes it was a guy in his 20's. This happened to me, my friends and my sister. My parents thought it was funny, and no one gave a second thought to this at all. I'm glad that young women call this kind of behavior "stalking" now because that's exactly what it is. It was creepy then, and I'm glad that it's not tolerated now.
My classmate was very beautiful and she had this problem all her life. This created problems for me too because random guys would stop me to pass their love letters to her through me or show interest in me just to get closer to her.
I’m so glad I was an ugly kid that grew into an ugly adult! Remember friends when we were 17, having men who were in their early 30’s picking them up after school though. One of them dated during school and then married the guy who was 32 at the time, when she turned 18.
That was so true. Even as far back as the 1930s, and probably older times, this was normal. It is how my grandfather met my grandmother. He even slept on their front porch on the porch swing to catch her coming out of the house the next day so he could talk to her.
Major Retail stores, even supermarkets, all closed on Sundays. (I miss those days).
Closed on Sunday and only open 9 to 12 Saturday. Depending what day of the week Christmas fell on shops were often closed for 4 days.
Only open Thursday and Friday night till 9pm, Saturday till 2pm, not open Sundays or public holidays. .law changed November 1992 in Australia, Victoria...wish it hadn't.....open anytime except Christmas day, good Friday, and after 1pm Anzac day
It bothers you that people can shop when it’s convenient for them?
Load More Replies...Before we all had freezers and microwaves, it was highly inconvenient to return home from a holiday, have nothing in and not be able to go shopping for basic food.
You miss EVERYTHING being closed on Sundays? One of the ONLY two days most people get in a week to run errands and get stuff done? Sheeeiit... I get mad when I'm hungry on a Sunday and see a chic filet nowadays
Why do you miss those days? Were your parents employed by the supermarket?
Dane here. It's been decades since it changed, but I still somehow expect all shops and stores to close at noon on Saturdays.
It is ridicilous people cannot manage to get their stuff in 6 days per week. How unorganized, lazy, ignorant do you need to be? I really do not get that.
Maybe those people work long or irregular hours, or they're somebody's full time carer and can't get to the shops during the week. Not everybody's life is simple and straightforward and that does not make them unorganised, lazy or ignorant.
Load More Replies...Still the case in most of mainland Europe. When I moved from the UK we had just, over hte previous ten years or so, got used to everything being open on Sundays, just like in the US, so it was a wrench to move somewhere where not even the DIY and Furniture shops (which had traditionally always been allowed Sunday opening in the UK) opened on Sunday.
We, as junior high and high school students, having our shotguns in our vehicles so we could immediately go hunting after school.
My school let us put them in the coat closet to protect them from the weather.
Many kids brought guns to school during hunting season, or even out of hunting season if they had a pistol they always kept in their vehicle. The first week of hunting season so many people missed school it was an unofficial movie watching week for those that showed up. I graduated in 2008.
The fact that you said "junior high" is enough...do they even still have those? I remember attending one and then it seems like they all became "middle schools" overnight after I went to high school
Casual Racism was very common in the 50s & 60s.
In the 80’s we would say ‘eenie, meenie, miney, moe. Catch a N….. by the toe’ Had no idea what it even meant 🙄
Yep... how awful for people of colour to hear that slur though.
Load More Replies...I've heard the term "casual racism" or "casual sexism" used to refer to a kind of discrimination that people have that they often do recognize or realize is sexist or racist. They're often the people who will declare "I'm not sexist" or "I'm not racist", but there's language or actions that kind of demean or degrade or disrespect others.
Load More Replies...Bus conductors, and buses with open rears so you could jump on and off even when they were moving.
Did a class play in 7th grade (1982) about Thanksgiving and early settlers. We brought REAL shotguns as props. No one gave it a second thought. Also in high school (mid 80's) a few kids had gun racks WITH rifles and shotguns in the back window. I think the principal just asked them to leave the guns at home. Nobody cared.
In Spain in the 80sin the cafeteria at school they served alcohol, not just beer but liquor, the ages at that school were 14 til 19.
The thing I miss from my youth is that I could go somewhere and it wouldn't be farking crowded. Everywhere I go now there are people. Like, I used to spend a lot of time outdoors; hiking kayaking, all that. Now everyone is into it, destroying the peace and isolation that made it nice in the first place. Part of this is that there are 3 billion+ more people on the planet. The other part is that, during the pandemic, people who previously weren't part of the outdoors/hiking/kayaking community suddenly realized they could do that to get out of the house. I'm happy y'all discovered nature but it used to be so much more peaceful without EVERYONE and their dog on the trails and rivers, taking selfies and making noise.
Hose water. We were expected to entertain ourselves for hours outside in the summer when school was not in session. Parents didn't want us inside where we might mess up the clean house. The only rule was that we had to be home when the street lights came on. We neighborhood kids would roam for miles like free-range chickens, making up adventures. When thirsty, entering anybody's yard to get a drink from their hose was okay. The water was always deliciously cold and refreshing. We'd drink, spray ourselves down on hot days and be on our way. That was the life!
Teenage pregnancy. It used to be 50% of all births where from teen moms. My highschool had a daycare for the students children Now we have given young girls a better education and start in life, which is something to be celebrated but instead this is something American politicians want to bring back because low birth rates effect lining there pockets from low income earners.
YOUR HIGH SCHOOL HAD TO HAVE A DAYCARE FOR STUDENTS' CHILDREN?!?!? What the everlasting f***??? To a Dane like me, that sounds like some sort of bizarre dystopia.
Load More Replies...This was interesting. And yes, you realize, you are one of the old ones, too, now.
I can remember finding out my favorite band was on tour from MTV or Rolling Stone Magazine, or checking the newspaper to see the schedule of local music venues. If you wanted to see someone, you'd have to go to a Ticketmaster "outlet" (computer that sold concert tickets) in specific stores- ours was in a local camera store, inside a strip mall. You'd collect the cash from your friends and go buy everyone's tickets together, then go back and distribute them. And God help you if you lost one- you're better off keeping it on your bulletin board until the big day came.
Camera store? That’s weird. Ours were all in record stores.
Load More Replies...My room and my parents room were an addition put on when they moved in, they didn't run heat ducts into those rooms until I was about 15. I had a ton of blankets on my bed in the winter and would sit on the heating vent in the hallway when I had to get up in the morning.
Load More Replies...A lot of these makes me feel glad i was born too late for all this instead of making me feel guilty for being young thank goodness
You shouldn't feel guilty for being young. It's not like you arranged it. Each generation is different, and has/will have different challenges. All points of view are legitimate. However, it's not our differences alone that define us, but also our similarities. Do the best you can, try to be kind, and enjoy yourself as much as you're able.
Load More Replies...The thing I miss from my youth is that I could go somewhere and it wouldn't be farking crowded. Everywhere I go now there are people. Like, I used to spend a lot of time outdoors; hiking kayaking, all that. Now everyone is into it, destroying the peace and isolation that made it nice in the first place. Part of this is that there are 3 billion+ more people on the planet. The other part is that, during the pandemic, people who previously weren't part of the outdoors/hiking/kayaking community suddenly realized they could do that to get out of the house. I'm happy y'all discovered nature but it used to be so much more peaceful without EVERYONE and their dog on the trails and rivers, taking selfies and making noise.
Hose water. We were expected to entertain ourselves for hours outside in the summer when school was not in session. Parents didn't want us inside where we might mess up the clean house. The only rule was that we had to be home when the street lights came on. We neighborhood kids would roam for miles like free-range chickens, making up adventures. When thirsty, entering anybody's yard to get a drink from their hose was okay. The water was always deliciously cold and refreshing. We'd drink, spray ourselves down on hot days and be on our way. That was the life!
Teenage pregnancy. It used to be 50% of all births where from teen moms. My highschool had a daycare for the students children Now we have given young girls a better education and start in life, which is something to be celebrated but instead this is something American politicians want to bring back because low birth rates effect lining there pockets from low income earners.
YOUR HIGH SCHOOL HAD TO HAVE A DAYCARE FOR STUDENTS' CHILDREN?!?!? What the everlasting f***??? To a Dane like me, that sounds like some sort of bizarre dystopia.
Load More Replies...This was interesting. And yes, you realize, you are one of the old ones, too, now.
I can remember finding out my favorite band was on tour from MTV or Rolling Stone Magazine, or checking the newspaper to see the schedule of local music venues. If you wanted to see someone, you'd have to go to a Ticketmaster "outlet" (computer that sold concert tickets) in specific stores- ours was in a local camera store, inside a strip mall. You'd collect the cash from your friends and go buy everyone's tickets together, then go back and distribute them. And God help you if you lost one- you're better off keeping it on your bulletin board until the big day came.
Camera store? That’s weird. Ours were all in record stores.
Load More Replies...My room and my parents room were an addition put on when they moved in, they didn't run heat ducts into those rooms until I was about 15. I had a ton of blankets on my bed in the winter and would sit on the heating vent in the hallway when I had to get up in the morning.
Load More Replies...A lot of these makes me feel glad i was born too late for all this instead of making me feel guilty for being young thank goodness
You shouldn't feel guilty for being young. It's not like you arranged it. Each generation is different, and has/will have different challenges. All points of view are legitimate. However, it's not our differences alone that define us, but also our similarities. Do the best you can, try to be kind, and enjoy yourself as much as you're able.
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