Fighting Extinction
Okay, that’s not the reason I’m irritated. I’m irritated by change. It unsettles me. I feel a part of my worldview is altered. I feel less and less connected with people born before 1990. (Let’s forget for a moment that I write young adult fiction.)
I’m not against progress. Hell, I experienced the horror of “Sun In” hair lightening spray. It’s just that whenever I meet someone who doesn’t remember something I remember, it feels like another part of me has gone extinct.
So, today is my tribute to outdated things that hold a place in my memory…and will until said memory falters with old age.
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Interchangeable IBM typewriter balls for different fonts
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Tab soda
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The smell of mimeograph paper
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Push-button transmissions (like the one on my ’64 Valiant)
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Flashbulbs for cameras
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The old Monopoly set that had wooden pieces
I lived on Tab and plain bagels in high school. Good nutrition for a growing girl!
I’m with you on the iron. Such a lame replacement.