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Monday, August 14, 2017

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13 comments:

Anonymous said...

Yep, that would be me, can relate to all of it.

Anonymous said...

yep

Anonymous said...

Or when you could listen to summer baseball games with no static. Ah FM radio !!

Anonymous said...

Ditto! Heck, I even remember picking up the receiver and getting an operator to connect the call.

Anonymous said...

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAMEN!!!!!!!

The Good ol' days. I remember calling a neighbor only required the last 5 digits of the number - AFTER "Sara the operator" put you through. (lil' Andy Griffth Show/Mayberry RFD humor)

Happy Munday! ONLY 4 days until T.G.I.F!

Anonymous said...

Just sit down and take it easy.

Anonymous said...

Yeah I used a rotary phone but I had to check to make sure the party line was clear first. That's about the time I just got my 8 transister AM only radio that I held to my ear because the reception was so bad. And my black and white TV had two channels. Of course now I get 200 channels but I only watch two.

Anonymous said...

Yet you still don't know the difference between its and it's.

Anonymous said...

I'm so old I don't know what a walkman is.

Anonymous said...

Wasn't THAT long ago. Was it? All those things were everywhere 35 years ago.

Anonymous said...

August 14, 2017 at 11:04 AM:

So what is the difference? I'd like to see if YOU know. The prevailing wisdom is that it's mis-used by so many people that there is no difference.

Anonymous said...

Anonymous Anonymous said...

Ditto! Heck, I even remember picking up the receiver and getting an operator to connect the call.

August 14, 2017 at 8:08 AM:

My Mom WAS an operator. No dial tones, just the operator's voice asking "number please." I would call when my mom was at work and when the operator answered, I would ask to speak to my "Mommy." They all knew who to connect me to. The numbers in our little town we just three digit numbers. I remember ours, and the neighbor's across the street.

Anonymous said...

I'm so old, and my family was so poor, that I was born at home and delivered by the family doctor. And I'm only in my mid-sixties.