THINGS CHANGE
I'm now in the elder state of life. I, and my fellow elders, can
now remember a world that is no more. My father used to tell me of a
world before I came of open prairies and clean, clear streams. He
missed the fenceless open pasture of central Kansas and the
unpolluted streams that you could drink from. I never knew that
world, so I didn't miss it. I remember a world of small farms and
small towns with local and state highways connecting them. I
remember drives into the country through town squares and country
cafes and burma-shave adds and telephone poles along each road. I
remember one car families with empty streets during the day. I
remember stay at home mothers caring for their kids after school.
Before television, we would play outside a lot and in the evening we
would listen to radio programs. Neighbors all looked out for each
other and their kids. There were neighborhood markets and dime
stores and drug stores and movie theaters all withing walking
distance. Milk was delivered by the milk man and bread was delivered
by the Manor man. When it snowed, some of the hilly streets were
closed off from traffic and the children went sledding in the
streets. There were no shopping centers, no Kmarts, no Walmarts, no
chain drug stores, no super markets, no Home Depots. There were no
visa or mastercard credit cards. You had to establish credit with
each store you shopped in or with money loaned to you by the bank or
cash on hand. You had a local gas station where they also worked on
cars. All the local stores hired young kids to help on a part time
basis which gave a young person their first taste of employment and
cash management. Music was only available over AM stations and there
was no stereo. It wasn't until the development of transistors that
there were portable radios available. Television, when it came, was
only in black and white and only on in the evenings to start with.
Air conditioning was only available in movie theaters and ice cream
parlors. There were no fast food restaurants, only cafes and a few
drive-ins. Any after school activities had to be within walking
distance because dad had the family car to go to work and mom was at
home doing the laundry, without a dryer, or preparing dinner, without
a microwave or prepackaged food, or doing dishes, without a
dishwasher. Clothes were not wrinkle free and had to be ironed by
hand. Houses were left open during the warm season to help cool and
they needed to be dusted quite often. Before oil burners and gas
burning furnaces coal had to be stored in the coal bin and shoveled
into the furnace daily. The coal deposited a fine black dust on
clothes that had to be washed off. Before calculators and computers
there were comptometers to add up figures for offices and many people
were employed at comptometer operators. Engineers used sliderules
and books of logarithmic tables to help calculate. There were no
copy machines, so people used carbon paper to make copies of what
they were writing or typing. Typewriters were all manual (no
electric) and any mistakes had to be dealt with on the original as
well as the carbon copies. Records were only available on 78 rpm
hard plastic disks before 45 rpm and eventually 33 1/3 rpm vinyl
disks were invented. There were reel-to-reel recorders available,
but very expensive. 8 track and cassette player/recorders came along
later. Later yet, CDs and DVDs and digital recording became
available. Before jet planes, the constellation was the largest
airliner used to fly between cities. Planes and trains were the
fastest way to travel across the country because there were no
interstate highways.
These are some of my memories of a world that no longer exists and
that younger folks would not recognize. Their memories will be of a
different world. Whose world is better? Who really knows? Things
change, some for the good – some for the bad. I like my memories,
I liked my world. Some things have gotten easier and the world has
become more instant and seems smaller. But that's my viewpoint, from
one of the elders.
Saturday, November 09, 2013
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