Showing posts with label good ol' days. Show all posts
Showing posts with label good ol' days. Show all posts

Tuesday, May 17, 2011

Sign of the Times?

So this all started when I went to the airport the other day to pick up my mother. I was waiting with my father, the two of us standing by some pay phones. A little girl next to us looks at her mother, points to the phones and asks, "Why do they have phones here?" I laughed to myself. When I was younger, pay phones were everywhere. In every restaurant, along the sidewalk, at the grocery store. Nearly every place one went one could find a pay phone. Nowadays though, everyone seemingly has a cell phone, making these payphones soon becoming a thing of the past.
Recently, I remember hearing a news report that the last typewriter manufacturer in the States closed its doors. Seriously, I think a bit of my heart died when I heard that. I still have a typewriter my mother gave me a few years ago. It's true, I don't use it, but that's only because it needs a new ribbon. There's something satisfying about the click, click, TING! of a typewriter that one just cannot get from a computer (it's more of a clack, clack, absence of TING!).
What else is on the chopping block, joining the ranks of the phonograph and VHS tapes? Will my kids give me that incredulous look when I say that lightbulbs used to be round (hence the bulb) and not shaped like a screw? Something to think about....