Well, my memories are pretty similar. I'm 66 so the timing isn't different. I remember fast food from my youth. We had (still have) a chain of restaurants named Frisch's. It was a drive-in where the speakers were at the parking places. Most were under the awning. No girls on skates, I guess we were in an impoverished area and hadn't invented the wheel yet. Those burgers were so good I can't describe it. So thin you thought they only had one side. But with a pickle and a paper of salt folded into the paper. And you used every speck of it (salt tasted good). And even in high school I could buy a "big boy" fries and a coke for under a dollar (you got change back.) Our problem was there were two such restaurants in our side of town. None within walking distance. And the problem being foot travel was our main mode of transportation. Once for some reason a group of neighborhood kids (called a gang by our parents) got rich. We actually had enough money to take a "bicycle hike" to the nearest restaurant. It wasn't that far, maybe 3 miles each way and probably 1960. We left town! Good eats, good friends. Hot day.
I was kind of scared. I thought we were the poorest family in town and lived with the fear we'd end up someplace else. All the other kids were rich by comparison. Their families had new cars almost every year. Dad found a 4 year old car with low miles and then drove it for 4 more. Yeah, it was kind of painful to have the other kids point out the car dad was driving was the model they got rid of 6 years ago.

It wasn't until college that I kind of figured things out. Dad owned our house, no mortgage, no payments missed ever. And Dad worked for GM. Never out of a job, never laid off. He was just cheap, a product of the depression. And we never moved. Lived there from 1950 until I got married, but mom and day stayed until 1978.
I've sought that same sort of stability. We've moved twice in the last 40 years. This last one probably doesn't count, we only moved out long enough to tear down the old house and build a new one.
On Stupid-bakers. Roger Corrado down the side street had one. His mother was an oddball. She cooked funny and the house smelled odd. She might have had mexican heritage. We didn't know about that stuff back then. But she had a B29 model that we could pack maybe 8 kids in. And she'd drive us places. Our mothers didn't drive back then. Think 1 car and dad drove it to work. So we were grateful. Later, like when we were in high school, we discovered she never had a drivers license. She didn't need no stinkin license. She didn't drive very fast.
And the Avanti. Fritz Kuhlman up on the hill has one. When it gets nice out, he'll come tooling past. It just eeked speed, but Fritz doesn't drive it fast. He enjoys the ride, not the speed.
Then the color TV thing. I even had a personal size TV when I went to college. Yes, it was black and white. Sure, I'd gone to the then new malls and seen color TVs in the stores. I figured it was some kind of gimmick. But then when the guy walked on the moon I went to my girlfriends house to see it. I'd watched a few minutes of it from time to time, but I was more interested in getting her out of the house. Yes, right after we got married we bought one of our own. My kids laughed at me about 1990 for having a tiny color TV we'd owned for a long time. So we went out and bought a huge 32" Sony.

Just so our ungrateful kids would get off our case. Now I want a 70" one.
Oh, I remember all the 15 things on the list. I lived them, not just remembered them. But I don't remember real well when most went away. They did that because they were replaced by better methods and things.