Wow, another year. They say time flies, the older you are, the faster it flies. Well, I am at "Warp 7". (if there is such a warp).
I have already advised my family and friends that I do not intend on having a birthday this year. If I were to have one, tomorrow would be the day. But, nope. I do not like the number assigned to me this year. (70). I can count on one hand the number of people I know who have lived through their 70's. Scary decade. So, I'm just not gonna do it.
As for tonight, New Year's Eve, I'm sure I will be in bed long before the neighbors begin shooting off their fireworks. (another old-age sign, I know).
Fifty years ago I could never have dreamed up the contraptions that I have in my life now. I was 20, expecting my first child (welcome, Lori), and Ron (my hubby) and I lived in an upstairs apartment in one of the not-so-nice parts of Columbus, Ohio.
Some other things I remember:
The milkman delivered milk and when we weren't home he brought it up and put it in the fridge for us.
The closets in our apartment were only about 8 inches deep. There was a board nailed across just above eye level that had hooks on it to hang your clothes on.
Our TV (we thought it was huge) was about 14" and all three channels were either black and white or static. Stoney Burke was my favorite show.
I had never used a seat belt in a car.
I did not have a driver's license. The city bus took you anywhere you wanted to go (if you remembered to get the right transfers when boarding).
I worked in an office downtown that had all the modern conveniences. I remember punching the numbers in on an adding machine and then pulling the handle down to make it add (and it also printed onto a tape so you could double check your numbers and keep it for a souvenir). When you typed on the typewriter, you had to slam the carriage back to the left to start a new line. When you made a mistake, you used an eraser (always left a mark) to try to get rid of the error.
And it goes on and on, as do I.
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