Blinking Out, Blinking In: The Way Things Were

28 10 2011

Every once in a while, someone writes an article comparing the way things were, with the way things are.  Usually, this happens at the end of the year.  I got to thinking the other day about what it would be like if, for some strange reason, I “blinked out” 20 or 30 years ago, and suddenly “blinked back” in today.  Wow!  The more I thought about it, the more my mind reeled at the idea of trying to “catch up”.  I’m not sure I could.

So I started a list of things that “were”, and on the other side of the page, the things that “are”.  After three pages, I stopped, realizing that I’d never be able to list all that has changed.  What if I “blinked out” today and “blinked back” just ten years in the past?  Would I be able to cope without all of today’s conveniences?  Probably would be the same, mind-boggling thing, only in reverse.  Adapting backwards would be like trying to not reach for the light switch, when the power lines have gone down.  Or not reaching for the water faucet, when the water’s been turned off.  I considered, then quickly decided not to complicate things with a list of the way things “are” and the way things “might maybe someday be”.  Because things are changing, exponentially, and there’s no way to even imagine what might maybe someday be.  Better not go there; my brain doesn’t have the capacity.

1.  bottle openers, nailed to the wall v. twist off/pop-off caps

2.  milk that came in glass bottles with paper pull-off tops v. plastic milk bottles, twist-off caps

3.  telephone party-lines v. private phone lines

4.  “Dials” on telephones were really dials v. push-button/voice command “dial”

5.  long-distance operators v. dial “1″, then the number

6.  calculators, typewriters v. computers, laptops, Ipads, tablets, notebooks

7.  shorthand v. computer voice dictation/transcription

8.  busy signal v. voicemail or call-forwarding

9.  carbon paper, mimeograph (remember the smell?) v. scanners, printers

10. secretary v. desk

11.  filing cabinets with real paper files v. ”C” drive, or save to disc

12.  car key v. FOB

13.  hotel key v. key card

14.  gasoline: 0.25/gallon v. gasoline: 3.85/gallon

15.  bread: 10 loaves/$1 on special v. bread: $3/loaf

16.  no seat belts v. seat belts required by law

17.  Friday afternoon bank lines v. automatic deposit

18.  cash from bank teller v. ATM withdrawal

19.  check deposit at bank v. photo-scan, ATM deposit

20.  handwritten checks, mailed payments v. online banking, billpay

21.  dress up to see doctor, fly on airplane v. the more casual, the better

22.  women wore hats and gloves when going out v. only if gardening or fishing

23.  chopping knives & graters v. food processors et. al

24.  go directly to flight gate at airport v. publicly strip & walk through scanners, be liberally frisked, pass through several security check points. ”No non-ticketed passengers beyond this point” signs.  “You may not return to terminal if you go beyond this line”,  signs.

25.  kids, infants sat on someone’s lap in-car v. car seats & booster seats required by law

26.  cash, checks v. debit, credit cards

27.  one credit card: Bankamericard v. I can’t count how many different cards are out there

28.  Brownie, box cameras v. digital cameras/video/phones

29.  surgeons did surgery v. Robosurgery

30.  your own doctor saw you in the hospital v. a stranger called a hospitalist saw you

31.  telephone customer service with a real person to talk to v. Are you kidding?

32.  no highway barriers v. plastic cone, grass island, or concrete barriers to separate opposite-direction lanes

33.  corporations were proud to stamp “Made in USA” on products v. corporations brag to stockholders about jobs being outsourced, and stamping “Made in China; et al” on their products

34.  8-track players, vinyl records, transistor radios, record players v. digital music

35.  movie theaters v. VHS, DVD, HD DVD, DVR

36.  wait for advertisements to go to the bathroom when watching tv program v. DVR, pause

37.  blackboard, chalk, erasers v. whiteboards, laptops

38.  film projectors v. Power Point

39.  mail with postage stamps that you licked v. email, text message

40.  5 television channels v. hundreds of local, cable and satellite channels

41.  coffee pot v. drive-thru vendors on every corner, dispensing hundreds of types coffee drinks

42.  books, stacks, libraries v. internet, search engines

43.  “friends”: people you saw & liked & talked with face to face v. social networks on the internet

44.  bound books, paperbacks v. e-books

45.  1-hour photo shops, drug stores where you dropped off your photo film cartridges v. digital camera, photo shop (for those you wanted to “touch up” before printing/sending/posting)

46.  phone booths on every corner v. cell phones

47.  hardbound photo albums with those triangular black “stickies” to hold pics in corners v. digital memory albums

48.  wood-burning fireplaces for heat v. electric fireplaces for atmosphere

49.  face cream v. Botox

50.  rouge (which was usually lipstick, rubbed in) v. powder blush

51.  mascara v. eyelash extensions

52.  make-up v. cosmetic surgery

53.  chemistry sets for kids had real mercury to “play” with!! v. I’m not sure

54.  Wonderbread was awesome v. white bread will kill you (?)

55.  meals on airlines v. bring your own if you want it, ‘cuz we’re not here to feed you

56.  drive-in theaters with speakers that hooked to your car window v. get a DVD and watch it in your bedroom with your own surround sound

57.  Saturday afternoon theater matinée: $0.75 v. Saturday afternoon theater matinée: $10.00

58.  clothes lines in every backyard v. clothes what?

59.  Home Economics required for all girls v. Home what?

60.  girls had to wear dresses or skirts–no pants–to school, and hose or stockings v. just cover the obvious areas

61. legally,  employers could ask on job applications: marital status, are you planning to have children, do you have children, are you on birth control (no kidding!), age, race/ethnicity v. I have no “v” for this one~~ except there are those who would like to go back to that!

62.  birth control pills weren’t legal in all states until 1965, and in one state (Connecticut, I think), birth control pills were illegal unless used by married couples v. see above comment re: there are those who would like to go back to that!

63.  sun “bathing” v.  spray-on tan parlors

64.  a suntan is a sign of health v. UV rays will kill you, hence the spray-on tan parlors

So that’s what I came up with in about an hour or two.  I’m sure you can think of more!  If you can, write them up and add them in “comment”!  I’d love to hear and be reminded of other “the way things were”.

©Janet Mitchell, October 2011





Remembering Chicago

21 10 2011

I lived in Chicago once, for about 3 years.  I don’t want to do that again.  Not because the people weren’t nice, but because of the unbearably extreme weather.  In the summer, it gets so hot and humid that your make-up almost instantly melts off your face.  I’m not sure what happens to people with spray-on tans; they probably have a formula created especially for Chicagoans.  Your clothing sticks to your skin like a wet tattoo within about five minutes of venturing outside of the cooling refuge of air conditioning.  In the Chicago heat, sweat doesn’t seep or ooze or dampen, but pours from sweat glands.  It fills all available bodily creases and crevices, and where there are no creases and crevices, the sweat just beads up, then rolls off in rivulets after saturating your clothing and hair.  Don’t bother with deodorant.  Showers make more sense at the end of the day, once you’ve escaped the heat.  If you happen to get caught in a cloud of dust, the folds of skin on your neck immediately become filled with this gritty grime that you can almost hear grind when you turn your head.  The hot, humid air can become so stifling, it feels like you’re breathing through a water filter.  Think: very wet sauna.  My hair, which has a rough sort of natural curl, would immediately frizz up into some sort of freaky afro-looking do, so short hair or bald is definitely the way to go in Chicago in the summer.

Spring and fall in Chicago are beautiful.  There is the marvelous changing of leaf colors that signals the coming of fall.  Then, there’s the bright green return of tree leaves and brilliant new flower blossoms that hail the arrival of spring.  If I had to go back to Chicago, it would definitely be in the spring or fall.  Where I live now, in the Pacific Northwest, there are basically two seasons: rain and not-rain.  Seasons here rarely have the sweet distinction that I saw in the midwest.  So I’ve decided I like rain and not-rain.  Either season is fine with me.  And when I start getting grumpy because we haven’t had a rain-free day for 99 days, I just reel my mind back to the summers and winters of Chicago.

Winter in Chicago is amazing.  First, it’s cold.  Very, very, very cold!  Like, 60-below zero, considering- windchill-factor cold.  I can remember going off to work one morning, and as I rounded the corner of my apartment complex, a hand that felt like dry ice slapped me across the face, then tears froze in my eyelashes and eyebrows, and on my cheeks like little icicles, because the bitter, stinging cold made my eyes water.  People wore those scary-slasher-movie, knit stocking caps that had holes only for the eyes, and for a very good reason.  At that temperature, exposed skin feels like a burn, and can become frostbitten in minutes. 

People who live in Chicago and drive in the winter use heated dip-sticks in their oil reservoir to keep the engine from freezing up.  (This may have changed with the times; I lived in Chicago in the seventies, so car manufacturers may have come up with something better since then.)  The only thing that ever stops the city of Chicago is an ice storm.  That stops everything, except the EL, which is Chicago’s public rail transportation system.  In an ice storm, the air is so humid and the temperature so cold, that the very second the moisture-filled air hits any object, it turns to ice.  That includes windshields, so scraping the ice off your windshield is pointless during an ice storm; it’s back in moments, so thick you can’t see through it.  Chains and studded tires are of little help keeping you on the road in an ice storm.   And good luck staying vertical if you’re trying to walk.  You really need a good pair of cramp-ons strapped to a pair of very well-insulated snow-boots. 

But the people in Chicago are nice, so I don’t want any Chicagoans to be offended by my little rant on the weather in Chicago.  In fact, as far as weather and all things considered, Houston is a much more miserable place to live. I spent four years or so in that tropical hell.  It didn’t have the cold, but the heat and humidity were even more oppressive and suffocating than that of Chicago.  So if I had to choose between Houston and Chicago, I’d choose Chicago.  But I’d rather not do either.  I like the rain and the not-rain in the Pacific Northwest, and simply remembering Chicago is just fine.

©Janet Mitchell, October 2011








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