Quote from: MaryT on February 12, 2019, 05:17:50 PM

The computing tools I use have changed over the years.  When I first learned to program, I had to learn how to interpret and punch punched cards but I never used them professionally.  I also had to use COBOL coding forms when using the IBM System 360 mainframe.  Are any mainframes still in use anywhere?

I was an employee of BIG BLUE, and was one of the poor people who had to maintain and repair those babies!  Heat was one of our big enemies!
The first computers I worked on were of the 370 line, and the early ones were programmed with jumper wires on a programming board in the side of the unit!  There was a special way to write the  test program for this, and we called it X-Mas Tree.

What is old is new again.  Thin client computers are more advanced than a dumb terminal but the general idea is extremely similar.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Thin_client

Quote from: Colleen_definitely on February 12, 2019, 07:34:14 PM
What is old is new again.  Thin client computers are more advanced than a dumb terminal but the general idea is extremely similar.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Thin_client

Interesting.

Quote from: Colleen_definitely on February 12, 2019, 07:34:14 PM
What is old is new again.  Thin client computers are more advanced than a dumb terminal but the general idea is extremely similar.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Thin_client

There were some semi smart terminals around in the early 70's.  One of them was called Whisper Writer.  It was a semi smart Word Processor and could store up to 10 pages for editing.  I had one of those sitting on my desk at work.  For anything bigger, it connected to some kind of main frame which could support several dozens of individual terminals.
It had an email function that was handled by the main frame.

Quote from: MaryT on February 12, 2019, 05:17:50 PM
... My mother thought that I needed to become more normal so, still in 1969, and to my brother's disgust, she bought ME the Beatles Red and Blue albums, in good old fashioned vinyl.  I did enjoy them and I still have them too, although they became more scratched and worn from my brother playing them than by me.  I haven't bought vinyl records since the 1980s.
...
   

My memory failed me there.  My mother bought me the albums in 1973, not 1969.  1969 was the year that my brother endlessly played Abbey Road.

Quote from: ChrissyRyan on January 31, 2019, 09:31:58 PM
Pay  telephones  ( not seen very often nowadays )

Oh man, does anyone remember how popular 976 phone numbers were in the 1990s? 

For those too young to know what those were, here is a brief wiki blurb about them.  I actually used to work a psychic line back then, (yes I'm a legit psychic, I used to freak people out with my accuracy) but I only did it for a few months, since it required a landline, and once I got my first cell phone, I got rid of the landline.

Ryuichi

I haven't encountered real rag and bone men since I was a child.  There are still people who ride around in carts pulled by horses but now they are only interested in scrap metal and they usually regard taking it away as payment enough.  You don't even get a "windmill" or a goldfish for a refrigerator, let alone for items of clothing anymore.

I haven't used a suitcase without built-in wheels for many years.  Where did we find the strength to carry the ones without wheels?  Or did taxi drivers and railway porters (remember them?) do most of the carrying?  Or were we all built like gorillas?  Or do we just put heavier things in suitcases now that they have wheels?

I don't think that anyone uses spirit duplicators such as Roneo anymore.  Remember the alcohol smell of the notes that the teachers rolled off for us?  When I lived in rural Natal, I went to a school where ballpoint pens were forbidden.  My mother gave me a fountain pen to start with but when that ran empty, I just dipped a nib pen into an inkwell (remember those?) like the other kids.  I suspect that the teacher roneoed notes a lot because she didn't believe that we could read the ink-soaked mess that we were writing.  It was supposed to develop handwriting skills but it didn't work for me.  My next school was a high school and I was caned a lot just for my handwriting.  (I have never seen quill pens in use but according to movies such as The Card, Kind Hearts and Coronets and A Place of One's Own, they were still in use for important documents in the early twentieth century.  I just read that they are still available for use in sessions of the US Supreme Court.)

Mustache trimmer and comb.

Quote from: ChrissyRyan on February 16, 2019, 10:31:42 AM
Mustache trimmer and comb.

Never had that stuff, because my facial hair growth was not enough for it.  I always hoped I could grow something like this, to show the world what a tough guy I was, but it did not work.  I guess, I saved some money no to buy it, and can invest that money in lipstick now?

Quote from: ChrissyRyan on December 28, 2018, 07:29:38 AM
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.Full gallons of milk sold in paper containers in the USA (half gallons of milk sold in paper seem common)
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That reminds me of the days when milkmen delivered milk in returnable glass bottles (remember those?).  They were nicest when the cream floated at the top but later nearly all milk was homogenised, to fit in to a world that values blandness, I suppose (sorry, just a little bitter). 

Quote from: MaryT on February 18, 2019, 06:00:24 AM
That reminds me of the days when milkmen delivered milk in returnable glass bottles (remember those?).  They were nicest when the cream floated at the top but later nearly all milk was homogenised, to fit in to a world that values blandness, I suppose (sorry, just a little bitter).

And my sister and I fought about whoof us will get this cream, because it was ever so delicious!

Quote from: ChrissyRyan on February 16, 2019, 10:31:42 AM
Mustache trimmer and comb.

I can't wait until I need these things!    I'm happy to need to use beard oil and the thin side of my mustache comb though. 

For me, lingerie.  Ugh.  Since (finally once and for all) accepting my maleness, lacy things are really not my style.  I'd rather have a nice comfortable pair of boxer briefs and a sleeveless undershirt.

Ryuichi

Coffe! I only drink tea since like a year ago.

9-track data tapes. 3480 and 3490 data cartridges. By the early 2010s you'd have a hard time finding local vendors who had equipment that could read a 9-track.

And then, inevitably, the data would come across in some stupid compressed format. Packed binary, anyone?


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Quote from: MaryT on February 18, 2019, 06:00:24 AM
That reminds me of the days when milkmen delivered milk in returnable glass bottles (remember those?).  They were nicest when the cream floated at the top but later nearly all milk was homogenised, to fit in to a world that values blandness, I suppose (sorry, just a little bitter).

Wow, they delivered milk? But if they just left it outside didn't it go bad by the time you found it and took it inside? Sounds risky.

Quote from: Julia1996 on February 26, 2019, 01:51:31 PM
Wow, they delivered milk? But if they just left it outside didn't it go bad by the time you found it and took it inside? Sounds risky.

Milkman were normally there before you were up, much like the newspaper delivery. The reverse was sometimes a problem. In Wisconsin if you didn't get the milk in soon enough during the winter, it might freeze and pop the top.

Quote from: Julia1996 on February 26, 2019, 01:51:31 PM
Wow, they delivered milk? But if they just left it outside didn't it go bad by the time you found it and took it inside? Sounds risky.

They very often came into the house (it was not common to lock the doors), and put it into the fridge when it was to hot outside

Quote from: Julia1996 on February 26, 2019, 01:51:31 PM
Wow, they delivered milk? But if they just left it outside didn't it go bad by the time you found it and took it inside? Sounds risky.

The first thing my mother did was bring in the milk.  We didn't have a refrigerator when we lived in England, though, so we put it on a stone slab in the pantry to keep cool.  It didn't go off if we drank it fast enough. 

If it wasn't brought in fast enough, though, tits would drink some of the milk.  (I think it's called getting your own back.)  Actually, it was the cream that floated on top that the tits liked but modern homogenised milk doesn't have floating cream. 

Where I lived, milk was delivered in slow moving electric carts but Ernie's cart was pulled by a horse.

Quote from: MaryT on February 27, 2019, 04:38:44 PM
The first thing my mother did was bring in the milk.  We didn't have a refrigerator when we lived in England, though, so we put it on a stone slab in the pantry to keep cool.  It didn't go off if we drank it fast enough. 

If it wasn't brought in fast enough, though, tits would drink some of the milk.  (I think it's called getting your own back.)  Actually, it was the cream that floated on top that the tits liked but modern homogenised milk doesn't have floating cream. 

Where I lived, milk was delivered in slow moving electric carts but Ernie's cart was pulled by a horse.

Can't see it in the US.  Darn limie's want to keep it for themselves!

We had the first milk man coming with a horse and wagon, and later they had those 3 wheeler mini trucks (https://de.wikipedia.org/wiki/Goliath_Goli)

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