in the 50s and 60s, thanks to mccarthyism it was quite popular to build fallout shelters. i remember duck and cover when i was in grade school.
I remember my Gramma sitting in a raised platform a mile out of town watching for airplanes during and after the 2nd world war. A couple of hours and someone else would show up to sit. I remember ration stamps with pictures of jeeps and tanks on them. I remember tanks rumbling through the streets in Oakland California heading for the harbor to be shipped overseas.(I may remember writing this in here or somewhere else before) I remember duck and cover too.
i would have loved to have seen the east bay in the time you mention. i'm just old enough to have seen the last days of the key system, when it was on the lower deck of the bay bridge. never got to ride it because my dad's pass was good on the ferry boats that were still running and he liked those. ww2 was my dad's war. but i wasn't born until 1948. he was 27 and my mom was 28 by the time i was. i remember before there was fed ex and ups, there was railway express agency. the sacramento division of the southern pacific just ran from roseville to sparks and up to marysville. the western pacific still ran the california zypher and the zypherette up the feather river canyon. 101 and 102, 27 and 28, and 21 and 22, all ran into the oakland mole to catch the ferry boats as did 17 and 18 (the wp's cz) would really have loved to have seen and rode the sacramento northern and the nevada county narrow gauge, both of which were still going less then a decade before i was born. i remember edward r murrow doing a special on the liquid cooled univac computer when it was the latest technology, and still too expense for even many good sized companies to afford. i remember wanting to have my own computer to play with from then on, and no one really understanding what a computer was, that a calculator wasn't, or why anyone would want one, for at least another 20 years. well into the 70s.
So to start your lawn mower you would wind a piece of rope with a knot at one end around a pulley on the end of the flywheel. Then yank real hard and the pulley would spin....the rope would unwind and come off...you'd land on your rear end...and the mower wouldn't start. Then you'd get up and do it again five or ten times till it did start. Once it was running you'd push it around the yard throwing grass, sticks, and rocks out the side because there were no safety door thingies over the discharge port. This is how the aluminum siding and your car got dented and your neighbor's windows got broken. It you were lucky you might also conk your sister in the noggin with a small pebble or two. When you left go of the handle...the engine would not stop in .02 milliseconds like they do today, nor the blade. And that's how my neighbor lost a finger when he reached under the mower deck for some reason. I think it might have hit one of the windows in my house when it got chopped off. I thought of this as I was attempting to start my old Gravely walk behind multipurpose tractor to push snow today. But, since it was 7 degrees it didn't want to start. In the old days, 1957 or so, you had to hand start these puppies by wrapping a leather belt around the flywheel, sitting on the ground and bracing both feet against the frame. Then pulling with both hands. It would only take five or so times to git er going. I have the add on electric starter which came out in the sixties. Chain driven, no charging system. But it still wouldn't start. So I read the manual. It said something like, "In cold weather, good luck trying to start this bitch as it uses a Magneto for spark and that's like worthless in cold weather, dude. Try preheating the spark plug or engine before attempting to start. CAUTION, DO NOT USE A BLOWTORCH AS IT WILL SURELY BLOW UP! Better still, park it in a heated garage." So I used a shovel.
I remember when the girls in my neighborhood used to ask me if I wanted to hide and show--'ta-tas'. I'm not easy--but I usually gave in.
Driving to Colorado with friends in an old Metro Van and if a gas station had gas for 25 cents, pointing and saying, "look they're price gouging".
When there where telephone party lines and phone numbers had a two letter prefix like BR (Broadway) or CL (Clifford) and when our phone number went from BR-8994 to CL5-8994.
Right. We had a phone box on the wall with a crank on the side. You turned it and an operator would come on and ask what number you wanted. My friends' # was 101W and mine was 354R. Also--you never knew who might be listening in.
Just as a side point, my grandmother went west in a covered wagon and lived long enough to see men stand on the moon. Talk about culture shock.
OWB, My grandfather came out to Australia in a sailing ship (Eurydice) at the age of 8 in 1883. I took 5 months.
Back when we were on the cutting edge of technology! lol ....Like owning a VIC-20 with a tape drive and writing programs in BASIC...Dee Lux! 10 PRINT "Main Program" 20 GOSUB 100 30 PRINT "Back To Main" 40 GOSUB 100 50 PRINT "Once again Main" 60 END 100 PRINT "This is the Subroutine" 110 RETURN
Oooooh, tape drive. Do you remember having to adjust the head on your tape recorder so the "computer" could read the programs on the tape? Like you said ...Dee Lux!
I remember buying my first tape recorder. A reel to reel! It looked something like this: small and cheap (like around $13 I think) I remember recording my friend's voice, then editing it so he ended up saying something completely different (in my voice of course). That was my first editing job!
Here's the first terminal I worked on in 1971. Hooked up to an IBM 360 at my University. I didn't last 2 days in that class before I was bored to tears and dropped it. I realized computers had a long way to go b4 I'd really dig them. Had I NOT dropped it, you all wouldn't be here today (and I'd probably be some very bored, stressed out, retired exec from IBM)