LOL! Great image of you dancing to the twist spindrift! I remember my first transistor too! I also remember sneaking into my oldest brother's room and playing his 45's. He always knew somehow,and I was so careful.
I think I have read the whole thread, but may have missed these
telex machines listening to "stories" on the radio money chutes (not sure if that is what they were called) when the cashier would put your money and invoice into a tube and send it upstairs in a lift thing, and then they would put your change and receipt into the tube and send it back. roneo machines
"Resentment is like drinking poison and then hoping it will kill your enemies." [br]— Nelson Mandela
Running boards on cars. When we lived in Canada we rented a cabin for a couple of months in summer. My mother and I would go up to the cabin, my father and older brother would join us at the weekends. I used to wait by the crooked tree for the car to arrive and then I would jump onto the running board and hold on until my dad stopped by our cabin.
Money vacuum tubes are used in all of the hypermarkets of France, because the cash has to cover quite a bit of distance when there are 80 checkout lanes spread over two levels. It seems to be very efficient and secure.
And I still have a telex in my office, although the messages are now typed on my computer screen and not the wonderful paper tape with holes punched in it (which drove everybody crazy, of course).
well i mainly remember only things that make sense only in my own cultural context. like wandzeitungen and fahnenappell and pioniernachmittage... oh, and the konsum (that is what stores were cold when i was a kid)... and train tickets costing 20 pfennig (ost)...
When you're chewing on life's gristle[br]Don't grumble, give a whistle[br]And this'll help things turn out for the best...[br]And...always look on the bright side of life...[br]Always look on the light side of life.[br]Monty Python's Life of Brian[br]
My first bike was a Schwinn foot-brake one that I got when I was seven, and kept for years & years. I remember my little brother learned to ride it before I did because he was fearless.
It looked somewhat like this. You could blow in one of the handgrips and the sound would come out as a fairly melodic whistle on the other end. I think my mother sold it at a garage sale around 20 years later.
Wandzeitungen, public newspapers stuck to walls. Had them in China and other commie countries as well. We even had them in the west, not stuck on the walls but in little windows. They were free to read when passing by.
Fahnenappell, assembly at school before lessons start, raising the flag, singing the national anthem, still quite popular in the third world.
Pioniernachmittage, meetings of the state controlled youth movement, also still quite popular.
yeah something like that with wandzeitung... in my case i was mainly referring to the ones in schools so it wasn't so much a newspaper but something the students would make, writing articles or cutting htem out and put them on a big piece of paper in an appealing way and decorate that with pictures and all, and then hang it in class room walls for everyone to read...
yeah the other two are exactly as i meant... we didn't have fahnenappell every day though, but only on special days. for these days all the children that were in the youth movement (i wasn't, but most were) had to show up in their uniforms...
Fahnenappell, assembly at school before lessons start, raising the flag, singing the national anthem, [highlight=Yellow]still quite popular in the third world.[/highlight]
Is that so?! It's certainly true here. It seems most of Monday is devoted to that activity. The Mexican national anthem has something like 347 verses, plus it's an opportunity to over use the ever-popular loudspeaker. The kids have to wear white uniforms on Mondays. Must be popular with the moms.
don't think we ever did that in chile when i went to school there - then again chile isn't a third world country i suppose... well the nly other country i went to school in was the US - there weren't exactly fahnenapelle there, but there were gatherings sometimes with people telling us not to use drugs or with things about the school spirit or something... so they were almost like a fahnenappell...
Here in Mexico, we can hear "novelas" on the radio, complete with dramatic, swelling orchestration. A favorite theme is "¡CHUcho El ROTO!", a sort of Mexican Robin Hood. I enjoy occasionally listening to that while riding the "Combi" van to Pátzcuaro. I believe it's serialized. I only understand about 1 word in 10, but it's fun.
who else can remember having to get up and walk to the TV when the channel or volume needed changed? And cars which needed to be "tuned" every 3000 miles... timing adjusted, spark plugs gapped and emery papered?