Conversations this week have led me to the conclusion that I am old. Officially. Without a doubt. Old. Not ancient yet…but that will happen in a few years.
If you want to know whether or not you are in the same boat, read on.
You know you are getting old if you can remember:
Making a plaster of Paris ashtray in school as a Christmas gift.
Waiting for your teacher to get the film reel loaded onto the projector so you could watch a movie.
Walking over to the television to change channels.
Taking a tube to the store to exchange it so the television would work again.
Paying a quarter to see the “tattooed lady” at the fair (carnival, circus).
Watching a newsreel before the movie started at the theatre.
Listening to a real person play the organ before the movie started.
Going to the drive-in to see a movie and playing on a train before it started.
Carrying nickels to the diner so you could play the juke box.
Listening to Gunsmoke on the radio.
Getting a polio vaccine in a sugar cube.
Listening to the pop-pop-pop of the coffee percolator.
Putting a little plastic adaptor on the record player before playing your favorite 45s.
Popping ice cubes out of an aluminum ice tray and pinching your finger doing it.
Drinking out of aluminum “glasses” in the summer.
Making popcorn in a pan on the stove.
Buying a Kodak slide carousel.
Hanging laundry on the line outside in front of the whole neighborhood.
Listening in on the party line to see what the neighbors were doing!
Paying a quarter for a block of ice that slid out of a huge machine.
Having milk and butter delivered to your doorstep.
Listening to the encyclopedia salesman extol the virtues of his product.
I could probably go on, but I’m old. My memory is getting tired….