Eleven sounds your kids have probably never heard.
I was good for all eleven, although the cash register was already anachronistic the one time I did hear it. On the way back from Rehoboth Beach, Delaware. I was maybe 13.
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Geezer CheckBy lex, on February 19th, 2012
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Yup, me too. My other revelation, on this fine sunny day in Norfolk (UK) that reflects my age, is the release of the following information started in the early 60′s :
After years of research, scientists have discovered what makes women happy.
Nothing.
I’m good for all of ‘em, and I’ve also been to Rehoboth Beach many times.
My father used to pastor a church there. I still can’t wrap my brain around the idea that it’s a resort town, now.
My kids have heard the sound of records as we maintain a good collection and even have a 1960s vintage jukebox in our game room. My Dad has a rotary dial phone downstairs in his home on Cape Cod.
The small time grocery store in the village where we summered on Cape Cod had the old fashioned cash register well into the early 1980s. The place was like stepping into the past as they had penny candy and would run a tab for the locals if you asked for it.
I’m good on all of them. The style of cash register they show is a much older style that was out when I was small in the late 50s. The newer ones had a mechanical keyboard more like that on an adding machine.
We still have a stack of 45s and a few LPs. I haven’t seen a record changer since the early 80s, though.
Well remember the service station bell hoses. My brothers and I were told by my father, more than once, to quit jumping on them.
A much more innocent time, before the regressives started making a real dent in the body politic. One thing the current generation has never heard is a political atmosphere devoid of the voices of anti-Americans masquerading as patriots. That’s a crying shame.
Sigh…I learned how to type on a manual. Took forever to re-learn on a PC keyboard.
Yah, me, too. I still double-space after a period, and sometimes reach for Capital 8 when I want an apostrophe. I learned from the bible, Twentieth Century Typewriting, just like my Dear Dead Mom, who had an excellent collection of old cast-iron typewriters.
An old Royal, the fold out map of the keyboard, the typing book for exercises and my mom painted the keys with fingernail polish
It’s amazing though…30 years later and I get a computer and BAM…it was like I never stoped typing.
I learned on old Remington in Germany 1968. My father had bought a small portable that he would use when he was forced to bring work on occasion. I had real trouble when I started programming and had to use a Teletype as the input device. It felt like I was using a hammer for each key stroke. When I started using a Hazeltine 1500 later, I felt like I’d died and gone to heaven, although it had a Selectric layout and I committed typos as a result. Had far fewer with Soroc IQ-120 which had a Teletype layout. Now we are pretty much with the Selectric layout because of the IBM PC.
Learned to touch-type on an IBM Selectric in high school. Much later came into possession of an ancient Underwood, which I used until I could afford a word processor and a printer.
Bonus points for “median” geezer level: who remembers when “real” programs like word processors cost $500?
Yesterday I used the outhouse, light the gas lights, put wood in the stove and washed up out of a bucket in the sauna.
It was a nice time at the camp.
Today is back to the electronic life and that is nice also.
Was eleven for eleven too.
…also eleven for eleven…without really trying. Best
11 for 11 here as well. Flash Cubes…I have forgotten about those. Guaranteed red-eye every time.
“Well remember the service station bell hoses. My brothers and I were told by my father, more than once, to quit jumping on them.”
LOL.. I remember the bell hoses but I’ll never forget the air pumps with the bell that sounded for every pound of air added . You know the ones with the crank on the side to set the pressure? Maybe they are still around, though I haven’t seen one in ages.
Years ago our local gas station was also the local coffee (gossip) shop, and the air pump was right beside the front window, I pulled up one summer morning to fill up my bike tire I think the pressure was probably set to thirty pounds. I can still the remember the bell merrily ringing away as pound after pound of air was pumped into the tire, and slowing down as the set pressure was reached, until there was a moment of silence and the tire exploded leaving a two inch hole in the gravel, me almost blinded but smart enough lesson learned to scurry away home. I still wonder if anyone in the gas station drinking their coffee crapped their pants.
SK1 – Our general store was exactly how you described, the owner retired in 1989, and was the last local veteran of WWII to walk the mile or so uphill from town to the cemetery leading the parade on remembrance day he was eighty five when he made his last one. He was quite a man.
All eleven.
Tucked away in the People’s Democratic Soviet Socialist Republic of Vermont is a fair-sized population of curmudgeons. There are still station bell hoses on a number of gas station tarmacs. I have a coffee percolator in my office. In the back area of the local everything store (“If we don’t have it, you don’t need it!”) there is a “ka-chunk” cash register.
A fair number of dial telephones are still in use. Typing class in HS was mandatory (1980), just as the first TRS-80 computers showed up (4 of ‘em!) in a strange little room that was always blasting hot. Oodles of 8mm film still to be digitized, and some folks still have the projectors to run them. Complete with the squiggly little hairs that always seem to be between the lens and the screen.
I dunno if any TV stations up here sign off for the night, anymore. But maybe they do! They still used to when I was at 29 Palms in the mid-late 80s!
11 for 11 for me too. That manual typewriter has me thinking of how technology has changed. Do they still even call it “typing” any more, or is it some technobabble like “text imputting?” I worked at a newspaper for more than 30 years and I started off typing headlines on manual typewriters, editing copy off teletypes, designing pages on paper and film was used in cameras. I think we were on our fourth or fifth generation of computers by the time I left and teletypes and film were long gone, all replaced by computers.
They now teach “keyboarding” in school.
Did a preteen put this list together? I’m only 48 years young and was 11 for 11…
Lex and friends … You already know I’m going to win this contest, don’t you? Of course I’ve got eleven for eleven. But, can you remember the old fashioned wall phone that had the ear piece that you lifted off the bale on the wall-mounted main body of the phone? And the fact that it had a circular dial thingy with which you accessed the real live phone operator who said “number please?”
Then there are percolators. I had a wonderful one, a 12-cupper, which I kept, and used for parties, until the Flood in 2001, when I reluctantly junked it. Oh, and I forgot my beautiful classic 1991 Volvo station wagon [a real cream puff] which I finally gave away to my dear friends who really wanted it. And now, when I need a lift sometimes, they come and pick me up in it and we have a reunion. Great car!
Sometimes, older is better…
Marianne
Marianne, please send me what it is you have been taking all these years! (Actually, truth to tell, at my first police station in central London, we had a switchboard that as a rookie I occasionally had to operate, and recently I saw one just like it on display – in THIS place! http://www.100bgmus.org.uk/museum.aspx – and I’m still in my 50`s)
11 for 11, but the only reason I’d heard a station sign-off was because my bed was on the other side of the (thin) wall adjacent to the living room tv. Which my grandmother would neglect to turn off before she dropped off to sleep very late at night.
You forgot two of my favorites:
http://www.oldcalculatormuseum.com/fridenstwvid.html
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7S0BETniokI
and the digital revolution upgrade
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=w76pNBqTmNk
http://www.columbia.edu/cu/computinghistory/026.html
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oaVwzYN6BP4
Oh, and this was a GodSend at that time:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wLzXldEFFSk
Oh, and I forgot how this all came together…
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iCCL4INQcFo
Interesting how much military themed content was shown on KABC’s “sign off”.
You forgot the hula-hoops with BBs inside (and glowed in the dark).
How about a manual lawnmower. Or playing cards in bicycle spokes.
Don’t even start on manual lawnmowers! I’ll hunt you down!
I hated the one my father made me use in Oregon in the early 60s. I was too small and light to use it, but still had to do it.
I hated manual lawnmowers, our yard was 99.9 dandelions and the mower wouldn’t touch them. I begged for a rotary, didn’t happen until I went away to college and the Navy.
11 for 11. I also remember setting my clock radio to the time I had to get up to deliver the newspaper back in Vermont (before it became a socialist nightmare!) The point about the radio is that I had to get up at the same time the local station came on the air, playing the National Anthem. Something about getting up to “The Star-Spangled Banner” just seemed so right.
I can vividly recall being at Goodfellow AFB in San Angelo, TX where the local radio station signed off at midnight to “Nights in White Satin” by the Moody Blues. Whenever I hear that tune I’m transported back to the friendly Concho Valley of West Texas.
Here ya go…
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4lazdg-eqmQ
Your kids might not have ever even SEEN any of those devices.
Unless they are AF pilot trainees, and they will be flying those same T38s in the sign off video. And it won’t be getting any better, fellow travelers. More important things to pay for.
Well, if Marianne is our “senior member” here, I wonder if I’m the youngest to get all 11. I’m only 40, but I can remember all of them – maybe because my parents were older, my grandmother lived with us, and we were from the South. My mom hand typed my dad’s doctoral dissertation in 1982 on an old electric Smith-Corona typewriter – tell me THAT isn’t dedication! I remember the old rotary dial phone hanging on the wall in our kitchen in Georgia, and hating to dial 8s and 9s because it took so long for the wheel to spin back around. I can also thank Nana for the percolator and flashbulb memories – she made a pot of coffee every morning with that thing, and I remember what a hassle it was to take pictures because there was always a search for some new flashbulbs that had to be affixed to the Instamatic.
And yes, my brother and I used to jump on the gas station bell hose, too.
Sorry Padre, but I got you beat by a couple years. Then again, I spent a good chunk of my childhood in rural Maryland and Delaware. Ditto to pretty much everything you said in terms your memories (I had forgotten about those 8s and 9s!). In typewriting class in the late 80s we had half a room of old manual typewriters and half a room of electric typewriters–we students would trade sides depending on the day.
Hogday … What have I been taking all these years? What the Good Book used to advise … everything in moderation, except for love and affection, which I try to fling about in large amounts. It’s the only thing the government can’t ration and I can’t live without. Large amounts of it are parceled out to you gentlemen and ladies of the military.
Padre … It sounds as if you’ve been brought up by good people. And I must say that one of the most valuable courses I ever took was typing, when I was in my ‘teens. I’ve spent almost all my working life using that skill, and now, when I can no longer write cursive clearly, I type everything–shopping lists, book reviews, all that important stuff. I can remember when my Mother, who couldn’t type, wrote me toward the end of her life in cramped little printing, because she also had arthritis. Now I do the same thing when I write checks. But when I post to you lovely people, thoughts can fly from my mind to the page, all because of that typing course.
Make sure your kids take a course like that. They’ll bless you forever.
Marianne
Amen, Marianne! I do indeed bless my mother forever for her insistence that I take the touch-typing course offered in the Summer at our Junior High School. Unlike the regimented industrial-typing courses in the regular school year, we all wanted to be there, wanted to learn, were allowed to wear shorts and t-shirts, and take breaks when we felt like it.
My Dear Dead Mom always typed her letters to me, even the serious ones with heavy emotional content, because that just came naturally to her.
She really was like that perfect woman in the book of Proverbs; made her own clothes, canned food, managed the family money, etc. and etc. Also, I have seen her high school yearbook picture. She was quite the babe. She turned down offers from her fighter-pilot boyfriends to marry my Dad instead, a steady guy.
I think that one of the many reasons I hardly ever get laid is that I instinctively compare the women I meet to my Mom, and they mostly come up way short.
Marianne;Keep those fingers on the home keys!
I was taught to type as a police cadet. Hated it – but – when they eventually introduced computers I was suddenly a wizz kid!
11 for 11. Forty-eight.
I’ll go one better: party lines. 60…..
“Number Please…”
My Grandmother in middle Tennessee was on a party line until the late 70s.
It’s not too soon for the dial-up modem handshake. How many hours have we spent listening to those tones with fingers crossed. Here’s one http://www.freesound.org/people/Jlew/sounds/16475/
Ah, yes. Being quite poor, I am still on dial-up. I do love the sound of the Martian Bagpipes, as my modem shakes hands.
Crappy line — that didn’t even get to the 14.4Kbaud rate!
Little-known fact, if one can whistle and has a decent ear one can imitate a modem or fax machine at 9600 baud and the darned thing will think it has synched. It’s above 9600 that data compression, error checking, and the like prevent the handshake from completing.
Oh. My. God. I am a geek, aren’t I?
– Max
11 for 11 at 39, even though I grew up in SoCal (that KABC signoff was second only to the KNBC signoff that I heard through the thin walls of my bedroom that was located right next to the living room in our tiny house). My mom still HAS the old Smith-Corona typewriter and I remember the day my parents brought home a push-button phone and replaced our yellow rotary-dialed phone on the wall. The liquor store down the street where my mom sent me to buy her cigarrettes (yep…don’t ask) had an old cash register like that, even in the early 80s. And the gas station we stopped to fill up at on the way to Big Bear had a hose that chimed the bell.
And I’m pretty sure that my parents still have one of those old flash bulbs around somewhere. My dad was born in the middle of the Depression and never threw a single blasted thing away. Ever.
My mom has instructions never to throw away her record collection or the turntable. They are mine along with several other items in the house (not the flash bulbs).
My Mom used to send me to buy cigarettes, too. It was embarrassing.
Marianne. You are correct about the typing course. I took typing three years in a row at Brighton High, never did pass but it was a Great class. And we keep in touch via e-mail so I must have learned something.
My Father in law left us a Victrola, victor talking machine, what a beautiful instrument.http://www.victor-victrola.com/330.htm
I’ve heard every one of ‘em, baby. I miss my Bell 500 dial set. I swear, those are probably bulletproof. I threw mine across the room at a brick wall, with all my strength, several times, when my Dad called me up on it to disown me, and it always continued to work. (He always relented on the disowning, and called back later to apologize. The whipsawing kinda messed with my mind, though.)
Not only do I remember mechanical cash registers, I remember mechanical Marchant calculators. NASA still had a few when I was a co-op there at Redstone. Spell “calculator” backwards and you get the sound it makes; rotaluclac, rotaluclac, rotaluclac…
I miss my Pickett slide rule, too.
I still have my Arista Slip Stick.
11 for 11 and 49 and 11 months. Not that I’m counting.
My first real job that I was paid by check instead of cash was at See’s candy about 36 years ago. I was a stock boy at X-mas, Valentine’s Day and Mother’s Day. When it got so busy that the line was out the door they had me run a cash register. It wasn’t as old as the one in the picture, but it was all manual.
And I ran prices through my head in my dreams. I think a pound of candy was $3.65 in 1975. It’s something like $17 now. Not that I would know of course.
When my Dad had his first retail job, clerking at an A&P in Atlanta in maybe 1932, they didn’t even have cash registers. Dad had to add up the bill with a pencil on the paper bag and show it to the customer so she could check his arithmetic. Everybody knew how to do arithmetic back then.
I amazed a clerk at the Publix a while back by calculating the total price of my purchases and the sales tax in my head and handing her the exact change.
As John Derbyshire says, We Are Doomed.
Dark chocolate bordeaux and dark chocolate molasses chips…YUM.
Some say that dark chocolate is good against despair and depression. I just remembered that I have a container of Hershey’s Dark Cocoa. I must go and prepare some to drink, right now, with hot red pepper. (The original Pre-Columbian Prozac)
11/11
I was just talking to a friend the other day about the 94th Aero Squadron where I sometimes ate brunch there by the airport. It’s a WWI setting but with better food and great desserts.
We’re short in the new century but some of our grandparents were children at the turn of the last. Electricity was new. Phones were new. Radio and later TV were new. The internet was new. Flying was unheard of save for birds. Nobody had cars.
Is that in Columbus, OH?
College Park, Maryland, QM
I thought I remembered a place by that name in Columbus, OH. Been awhile. Never been to College Park though.
My favorite gigglicious sign-off was the one with Rocket Sex. One of the local stations showed a vid of a Gemini copulating with an Agena. Had they known about Rule 34 back then, they would have been ashamed of themselves.
Just show the flag waving and play The Star-Spangled Banner at a good quick tempo, please, I beg you as an old bandsman.
play it as it was written. it’s not a dirge, for god’s sake.
11 for 11…
*sigh*
Heh, heh, heh….
11/11/47
What about reel to reel tapes? Clocks with arms pointing to numbers? And everyone’s favorite from the 70′s, 8 track.
We had most of these devices (except for the service station alarms) in our division and squadron spaces aboard ship.
Yes, the TV monitors especially the O-Scopes required a warmup (we even had a huge old DuMont scope!). The best gear in our repair spaces had nixie tube displays.
The ship’s phone system was original 1940 issue rotary phones with rocking horse relays located way down below in IC Control.
Every division and squadron had a huge coffee percolator that burnt gummint issue coffee to perfection several times each watch.
Our division office typewriter was a Royal with bent keys.
Many of us had record players for off-hours, and a few of us had Sony, Akai or Philips reel to reel tape decks.
Film projectors? eight and 16 mm format, some with the new-fangled amouphous lenses that projected wide-format Cinemascope images.
My personal favorite: aircraft engines that burned real aviation gasoline, that sparked in the dark and tough to get started when it was freezing out.
SJBill/
You forgot the TEAC 6010S reel to real (I still have mine–and use it still as I have too many hours of great custom-made tapes I put together from my vinyl collection–bought it at the China Fleet store in Hong Kong in 68) as well as the “REVOX” brand (also a good machine) Still have my AR3a speakers I bought at the 1st MAW BX over on the Marine side at DaNang in 67. Also still have a Yashica Super-8 camera I bought in Hong Kong. I used it to photograph the serve and return footwork in the1970 Roswwall-Newcombe Wimbledon final from a seat on 3rd row, 50 yard-line on Centre Court just to right of scorers chair. Took the film back to the Intel spaces at Woodbridge and put the film on the old hand-cranked reels we used to read-out radar/ film imagery to slowly analyze their footwork frame-by-frame, lol.
The 80 lb. Reel-to-Reel, and a 35mm SLR were two of the items that one had to buy if you were in that part of the world during that time. Hope my ex got good use out of them.
Yeah, I forgot the 35mm Cannon I still have but never use–along w. a very heavy all metal 85-135 barrel zoom to go with it that I never use any more–as well as a KINKO “true” fish-eye (the kind w. the bulb lens)
**”KENKO” NOT the print-shop, lol
11 for 11 at 31.5 years of age. Granted, my grandparents were in their late 80′s/early 90′s during my upbringing and I experienced damn near all 11 sounds at their homestead. I was privileged to learn so much from those with so many wise years behind them. I got a great education spending time in their company and I’d trade all my years in school (certainly including college) for 4 more years of shadowing the grandparents.
I betcha the engineers had better coffee than you did. The engineers always have the best coffee. Always.
I’m 70 this year…………heard ‘em all!
44 now, and went 11 for 11. As I look around my home office here I see an early Royal manual typewriter, the one without the numeral 1 because a lower-case L looks the same. I see an 8mm/Super 8 film projector which I probably can’t find another bulb for but I still have film cans and don’t trust those DVDs to last.
I have an AT&T rotary-dial phone in the machine shed. The phone will out-last the shed. And me.
There are two cassette decks, one phonograph, and a Rheem reel-to-reel tape deck with 8-track attached to the EICO tube amp. I don’t actually use these things all that often, but I find them comforting. Milk crates with old LP’s and tapes and film cans are on the shelves next to them. I don’t believe in throwing away history, and without the players that media is lost.
My main desktop rig still has a 5.25″ floppy drive attached, just in case. I’m down to just a couple of floppies, DOS 5.0 if memory serves, but one never knows.
It just struck me, I’ve satellite radio in my car too. Hundreds of channels to choose from. CD-ROM built in, along with a USB port so I might connect an Ipod or thumb drive with MP3′s and create my own playlist. They threw in a free year of Sirius when I bought the car. The only pre-set on the dial is 570 WNAX out of Yankton, SD because I like to listen to the weather and the farm report on the way into work.
I no longer farm, but I guess old habits are hard to break.
– Max
My favorite sign off was WKOW 27 in Madison’s. It was a SUMNER or a GEARING plowing through rough seas, with Song Of The High Seas as the soundtrack.
Boy did you spark a memory. I used to wait up to watch that sign off. If I remember correctly, it was WOSU in Columbus that ran it. http://www.tv-signoffs.com/clips/WTVT-signoff-1976.htm
Jog your memory here with sweets you enjoyed in days of youth:
http://www.candyyouateasakid.com
11 for 11 (49 y.o.). I remember as a kid discovering that if your fingers were fast enough you could “dial” a rotary phone by rapidly cycling the hook (or hang-up button) to count out the number. Good times!
Oh my, I completely forgot about that! I remember my dad showing me that.
My kids have heard the percolator, because I’m a connoisseur of old machines and technology. I love my percolator, and plan in the near future to get a rotary phone for my desk… not the colorful plastic kinds from the 60′s and 70′s, but a black, bakelite Western Electric model 202 or 302 from the 30′s and 40′s. You can cut and adapt the wires to modern RJ-11 outlets with telecom tools.
We still have a rotary phone up at the Ranch. And, no cell reception. So, at Christmas, when all of my Nieces friends came up, they couldn’t call their parents to let them know that they had arrived safely. They had know idea HOW to use the phone AND they didn’t know their home phone number. It was hilarious.
Little off topic, but I came to love the opening National Anthem at the start of every on base movie. Loved how everyone stood at attention – even the sullen pre-teens, fearful of the stealth senior NCO that they knew would jack them up if they didn’t show the proper respect.
Wonder if I can talk AMC into the same protocol?
Dang, Sir! You just made me burst into song. Neal Boortz to the contrary, anybody who knows how to sing can sing the National Anthem. As an old band nerd, of course I like the Fillmore arrangement, preferably with overflight of F-4s and lighting of afterburners at about “rockets’ red glare.”
Only 10 out of 11, but my mom was a tea-drinker. Never had a percolator in the house.
I still have my old Akai amp & tape deck from 30 years ago. Ok, I tell a lie, these are used from eBay, but they work.
I do have a pair of Sansui speakers from 1978 that were matched with my original Akai equipment.
My first “online” experience in senior year at HS was connecting to UC’s SWORCC (Southwestern Ohio Regional Computer Center). Our school had a TTY terminal in a storage room with punched paper tape “storage,” and a 300 baud acoustic-coupler modem. For those used to the “plug ‘em into the wall” modems, this sucker had two receptacles for the mouthpiece & earpiece of a phone. You dialed the number, waited for the carrier tone, then pushed the phone into the holder, whereupon the handset would transmit those gawdawful screeching noises, and receive same in the earpiece.
Casey/
Also have a pair of small Sansui shelf/wall mount speakers! (mine even came with the flanges & screws for the wall mounts) Only mine were bought at the DaNang Bx in 68 (iirc) lol
P.S. Speaking of old TV tuners, remember when that newfangled UHF showed up? Who the heck needed more than 13 channels, anyway!? I was silly, considering each town usually only had three stations.
Grew up north of Cincinnati, so we could also get Dayton, and sometimes Indianapolis.
In black & white. Bought my mom her first color set in the early 80s.