I'm Sooooo Old, That:

I'm old enough to remember being the TV remote... :(

And the antenna too! I would frequently have to hold the rabbit ears just right on major games for my dad.

I was also an expert on where to bang the ole Curtis Mathis to rattle the innards and get them working.

And speaking of that remember when the TV was a piece of furniture? And generally the biggest in the room?
 

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In 1957 we got electricity on the farm. The original connection was to the barn for power to the milk chillers. A year or two later we had electricity in the house. Wasn't until Granddad died that we added indoor plumbing (he didn't like the idea of people doing their business in the house). Telephone in the house was powered by a 6V battery, and it was a party line with a dozen or more neighbors sharing the same line (each house had a specific ring pattern so everyone would know who each call was for, and eavesdropping was common).

One of my daily chores was emptying the chamber pots (thunder jugs), taking them to the outhouse then rinsing them out at the pump. Not much fun in the winter.

Saturday was baking day for the week. My mother, grandmother, and aunt were at it way before dawn, and the house filled with that aroma of fresh bread. I swear the aroma would lift me out of bed, carry me down two flights of stairs and into the kitchen without my feet touching the floor.

First television I saw was in a bar, about 1960, when my dad and uncle stopped for a beer after a trip to the hardware store. Us kids stared at that TV with our yaps hanging open.

I don't remember anything about Black Friday, but we all sat around with the Sears and Montgomery Wards catalogs, folding pages and marking the goodies we wanted for Christmas. Christmas was usually when we got our new clothes for the year, especially underwear and socks. A few pieces of candy, some nuts, and an orange in the stocking were things to get excited about. We always gave Granddad pipe tobacco for Christmas, and a carton of Camels for my dad (my uncle rolled his own smokes, sitting at the table every morning and making up enough for the day).

Nickel pop machine at the gas station, but don't take the bottle away without paying the deposit. Kids' haircuts were a quarter, which my dad thought wasteful so he cut our hair for us. Box of .22 Shorts cost $0.27, and either we were careful to make them last or there were long spells without anything to shoot (when Granddad was alive we had to show him something to eat before we could have another cartridge, and got a lecture about the cost if we missed too frequently).

Did I mention that the second story of the house had a dirt floor?
 
The Sears and Monkey Ward catalogs have been mentioned. I'm so old
that I remember having to walk down the trail to the two hole facility,
and using the catalogs for more than just looking and wishing.

I was staggering around down at the VAMC yesterday to see my heart
doctor. They sent me over to physical therapy where I was measured
and given a nice cane. It helps with the walking. But it really makes
me feel old. I'm only going to be 84 if I make it til February.
 
I remember when there was no Black Friday. [emoji46]

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I doubt if you are _that_ old....ROBINSON CRUSOE was published in 1719.

My own claim to obsolescence is when I joked with a sweet young thang that I was so old I could remember when all telephones were black. She stared at me in wonder and asked, "They really were?"
 
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