Dept. of Me, Me, Me!
Wednesday, 25 March 2015 02:30 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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I am old enough* that seeing an airplane go overhead was cause to run out of the house and look to the skies when I was growing up.
I am old enough that the first telephone number I remember was 884.
I am old enough that I remember the excitement when they put a transmitter up that allowed us to get our second television station. In black and white.
I am old enough that I learned to type on a 1930s-era Remington.
I am old enough to remember bristol board, manila paper, paper with the wood chips still in it, and school tests printed in purple aniline dye by a spirit duplicator**
I am old enough that my first comic book cost 8 cents. It went up to 12 cents when I was in fourth or fifth grade.
I am old enough to remember Boer War veterans coming to the Cenotaph on Remembrance Day.***
I am old enough to have listened to the funeral of John F. Kennedy piped through my school classroom****
I am old enough to have sent a telegram unselfconsciously.
I am still young enough to relish all those things.
* .. and lived as a child in a rural enough area ... but it was not in a wilderness.
** or Ditto machine.
*** Hey, I was very young, and the two of them were very old. Very old.
**** And I was in Canada.
I am old enough* that seeing an airplane go overhead was cause to run out of the house and look to the skies when I was growing up.
I am old enough that the first telephone number I remember was 884.
I am old enough that I remember the excitement when they put a transmitter up that allowed us to get our second television station. In black and white.
I am old enough that I learned to type on a 1930s-era Remington.
I am old enough to remember bristol board, manila paper, paper with the wood chips still in it, and school tests printed in purple aniline dye by a spirit duplicator**
I am old enough that my first comic book cost 8 cents. It went up to 12 cents when I was in fourth or fifth grade.
I am old enough to remember Boer War veterans coming to the Cenotaph on Remembrance Day.***
I am old enough to have listened to the funeral of John F. Kennedy piped through my school classroom****
I am old enough to have sent a telegram unselfconsciously.
I am still young enough to relish all those things.
* .. and lived as a child in a rural enough area ... but it was not in a wilderness.
** or Ditto machine.
*** Hey, I was very young, and the two of them were very old. Very old.
**** And I was in Canada.
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Date: Thursday, 26 March 2015 01:24 pm (UTC)I don't remember 8 cent comic books but I do remember 10 cent comics.
When we got our second English language TV station, our TV would only give us a fuzzy picture at first. It turns out a layer of duct had accumulated on the contacts of the channel changer. The dust was slowly worn away by my sister and myself repeatedly checking the new station (CJAY).
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Date: Friday, 27 March 2015 09:59 pm (UTC)BB is telling me that I may have mis-remembered the 8 cent comics, and that I may only be remembering the 10 cent books, so we're probably in the same cohort.
People who lived outside of town still had a party line system at least until I was a young teenager.
It turns out a layer of dust had accumulated on the contacts of the channel changer.
Heh; well after all, it was back when having another channel to change to was a rarity.