My parents would call people they knew depending on the city they were driving through because it wouldn't be long distance (oh yeah here's one, the scumbag phone companies would charge you more when you weren't calling a local number, meaning within the same county/parrish/borough, usually by the minute). They even did this once they had mobile phones! Imagine nowadays contacting someone because you're going through their city. It's like, "Hey, I like you, but not enough to see if we can meet up for a little visit just to say hi all because the phone call is cheaper."
For any kids out there …. If you’re frustrated with your parents always texting to know where you are, can you even imagine parents calling the houses of all your friends to find you?
when I was wee we only needed to use 5 digits for many years. The system would assume the first digit you dialed was the final digit of the initial group. When they switched us to the full 7 digits people acted SO annoyed: who's got that kind of time when you're using a rotary phone?
That feels too region specific, NYC has had 10 digit dialing since the turn of the century (I believe there was even an episode of Seinfeld explaining it when they wouldn’t give him a 212 area code), while many other areas have had it less than a decade and I believe some rural area areas still allow the local 7 digit.
Technically, you do still need just the seven numbers if you're calling locally. The phone system will just assume you're calling the local area code if you don't dial one. In my area, it's pretty easy because the only people who don't have the local area code (there's only one even though it's far from a rural area) are people who moved here and never changed their number.
My grandmother still had the list of her friends’ numbers tacked on the wall next to her telephone stand (which was a little table and chair in the entry way with the house phone, notepad, pencil, and ashtray), and each was a four digit number along with the city name to tell the operator. You’d pick up and wait for the operator – no dialing – and then say ‘Midland 4119’ or whatever, then a person physically connected you.
By the time I was young, they’d replaced that with dialing, but it was recent enough that she hadn’t taken down her cheat sheet yet.
Oh man, I still remember when Windows finally powered your computer off when you shut down. My poor Nana spent half an hour trying to turn off my uncle's computer because she kept hitting the power button just after that showed up (as was tradition) but after the computer transitioned to power off, so it just kept turning on.
Old computers wouldn't turn themselves off, they had no mechanism to control whether they remained on. Power was controlled by a heavy duty switch on the side of the PC (some manufacturers moved it to the front or something too, but many had it on the side/back).
When ATX became a thing, power controls were done by a trigger wire from the main board to tell the PSU to turn on fully. This is how things are still done. With 80+ Silver/gold/whatever rated PSUs they actually don't really turn off anymore, power draw just drops to next to nothing when the system is "off".
The hardware switch would physically disconnect the power to the PSU. So when you shut down, this message was displayed, most notably by Windows 9x, to inform you that it had finished the shutdown process and you could flick the switch to turn the power off, and it wouldn't cause any damage to the system.
You could walk your family members/friends right to the gate without going through any screening. As a bonus, everyone wore shoes and not their worst clothes too.
My first flight I was by myself before I was even a teenager yet, and the airline had a specific flight attendant watch after me until my grandparents picked me up on the other side. She was awesome and I kept the flight wings the captain gave me for decades. It was not unusually good customer service.
In fact, before MBAs McKinsey'd the world, interactions at most businesses were actually pleasant... Nearly every restaurant or store actually cared about customer satisfaction in the before times. I can't tell you how nice that was having a social contract. It was a genuinely nice thing (*racial and gender provisions apply, offer not valid in all areas) Instead of expanding the umbrella to everyone, we drained the public pools and now it's normal..
Games were on floppies and could be copied trivially. Games also came with a printed instruction manual. If you bought it, you'd have the manual. If you're just playing a copy you wouldn't. So type one word from a specific page so we know you own the game.
And you stuck to the main, very large highways instead of trying the smaller routes. I always wonder if the Waze era of travel has helped or hurt smaller communities.
My family always went on holiday to Ireland so they had a map for it. When I was little I used to love opening that thing and picturing all the places we could go.
I did that back in 2008 when i get into college of another state, where gps device is expensive to me and i'm still using the now ancient phone. the first thing i did is go to the book store and bought one local map, study and memorise it, looking for nearby landmark and triangulate my position when i'm lost. Young people should try doing this if possible, it's a good exercise on navigation skill.
Young people should try doing this if possible, it's a good exercise on navigation skill.
I remember teaching orienteering to my son's scout troop.
When they complained that would never need to know that because GPS, I handed them a GPS with almost dead batteries during a hike and told them to show me.
About 10 minutes later they became much more interested in the map and compass.
And my father always refused to ask for help, so we got lost and then when he finally had to admit it, my mother asked someone and my father pretended it was all her fault ... (not so) good times.
I used to get up early on Saturdays to watch cartoons, and remember being really bummed when they weren't on because Saddam Hussein was invading Kuwait.
And I can sort of mentally mark when I started to sleep in later because by the time I got up all I managed to catch was Saved By the Bell before the broadcast switched to a golf tournament or a fishing show.
Games used to come with books to read, and their anti-piracy measure was to give you a page number and tell you to enter the first word on the page to activate the software.
Of course, you'd copy that floppy and write the code word on the label for your friends.
It's a US thing, where the glory of SCART was unknown thus they had to continue using the antenna input of their TV to connect their consoles to, also, as far as I'm aware only NTSC has fixed frequency assignments. Elsewhere in the world you just programmed the TV to display the console's output on whatever number you wanted, or, if you had a proper input for non-antenna signals, switch the TV to "AV".
We had an SNES hooked up to the antenna input for the simple reason that if you're a kid who wants a TV in the attic, away from adult interference, it's not going to be a brand-new model but a hand-me-down from the living room.
Still we programmed channel 1 to the SNES's frequency so we wouldn't have to switch channels after turning the thing on. On the console side though composite outputs quickly became ubiquitous as including them involves little more than bypassing the RF encoder. Speaking of the ZX Spectrum.
I was born in October 96 so gen z and I grew up with a mega drive and PS1 so scart cables were very familiar. The only TV we had for years was a CRT so I was more than familiar with red yellow and white connectors into the back as well.
A stack of 15 floppy disks for one program. Please insert the next disk to continue (I can't remember the exact wording). Command prompt to A:\ and having to see what the install program might be called. Bring amazed that CDs could autorun programs.
I spent years playing games on Commodore-64. Suddenly they release the NES, and the first game I saw for it... kinda didn't look super impressive compared to the games I was playing on the 64. My buddy says: "You can rent games now" and I shook my head in disbelief at the whole thing.
Not if you disabled the sound so you could sneakily get online at night without your parents noticing! I was so happy when I figured that out and could quit nervously smothering the modem in pillows when connecting.
I don't know if that always worked. I didn't figure it out until we were on a 56k modem. Maybe it didn't work with older modems.
Failing at a pc game wasn't necessarily on you. It could also be on the dirt gathered by the ball inside your mouse. Later, of course, you realized it was on you all along.
Sticking my finger into the coin return of every pay phone, and if there was a dime, checking the date on it because silver coins were still floating around in circulation.
Same thing every time one of us got our hands on a quarter. If it was silver, we'd all fight over it.
I don't remember any of us ever cashing one in. If we found one, it would just go into a shoebox, ultimately getting lost to time.
You could only program like 9 phone numbers on your phone because it only had 10 buttons for it and one of them was reserved for 911. All other numbers you either memorized, wrote down in a book or on cards, or dialed 411 to talk to a stranger whose job was to provide you with the contact information of people and businesses.
I utilized my skills of tiny writing from cheatsheets to fit every phone number I knew only a folded sticky note that lived in my wallet for probably 20 years before I realized it was long past being useful.
I had that on a particularly study business card. I used one of those fine-tip pens and got about 40 numbers on it. Now I talk to strangers on the internet, and the points don't matter.
I never got to use speed dial, but it sounds like the kind of thing I would have. Or one of those things I would’ve meant to get around to setting up but never bothered to..
When I was like 11 or so, we had a company called EarthLink for Internet, and when we tried to cancel one month because we were broke, they gave us 3 months free. After the third time of that happening we realized we didn't have to pay for Internet anymore, and spent the money on a second phone line instead.
How would it start ringing? Wouldn’t the caller get a busy signal?
If you had call waiting, it would beep on the line which might fuck up your internet connection but it wouldn’t cause a phone to ring in another room, right?
I expected most of the things is this thread to be typical Gen X or Millennial stuff, but some of these post read to me as if I’m talking to someone from the late 19th century
I was a beta tester for AOL, so they’d send me all of those dumb discs. None of the actual software ever changed or improved. All they did was change the graphics around the guts of it. Their whole strategy was essentially fooling people via appearances. I liked collecting the discs though.
My first internet before AOL was Prodigy. I was in a DOS terminal when I was a kid.
Sometimes you'd go to pick up the phone to call someone but you couldn't because your neighbor was busy talking, so you'd have to put the receiver down gently in hopes they didn't hear it and think you were eavesdropping on them.
A librarian I knew used to tell us about the old couple she shared a party line with growing up. She said she occasionally tried to eavesdrop but the conversations were always too boring.
Picking up the phone to make a call, and getting yelled at by the neighbor for not checking for a dialtone before dialling. Alternatively, learning how to screw out the mouth piece (muting the handset) and pick up the receiver without making a noise so I could listen to the neighbour gossip.
There was a video game console that used clear colored plastic that you would stick onto the tv to show different colored areas on the screen. It also came packaged with dice and paper money.
For a moment I thought you were referring to the genlock anti piracy device. That was a fresnal lens you held up to the screen to decode a key to continue the game.
How to test vacuum tubes to fix the TV. Or maybe just watching black and white TV and I was the remote. Being able to buy bottled pop out of a pop machine for 15 cents AND it had Near Beer in it.
Oh man, I remember changing the channel from something like G15 to F2 and that change (G to F) of category (?) took longer because you had to wait for the satellite to align.
The sounds your computer would make if it was connecting to dialup Internet, or the sound you would hear if someone was using said dialup and you picked up the phone.
PC speakers and how they differed from regular speakers, or the fact that you needed a sound card if you wanted sound that wasn't just beeps.
I still have a distinct memory of trying to get on the Internet and then hearing my dad's voice coming through the computer speakers. He'd been on the phone with someone.
We had a smokers’ wall in high school: a corner of the break yard next to the cafeteria that was designated by a yellow stripe painted on the ground. It was always full-to-bursting at every break, and if you had even a toe over it whilst smoking, it was immediate detention.
I was recently at a party with a SNES connected to a noisy channel-3 RF modulator because the TV couldn't switch to its composite input via the front panel buttons, and they didn't have the remote. I wandered the house until I found a universal remote, then programmed AUX to match the TV and switched inputs. Just things you learn in the '90s.
Computer and console games came exclusively on CD before the switch to DVD. When you bought a triple AAA title for console,you didn't have to spend 3 days waiting for day 1 patches to install. You could probably fit the entire game library of your favorite console back in the day on a thumb drive nowadays.
"video games" were mechanical, and you interacted with targets by manipulating a metal spherical pixel using, hand eye coordination, timing and physics. You were rewarded with multiple "pixels" if you were good enough.
I actually know what this means, from getting my mom’s Atari to work on my grandmother’s TV
I think it was channel 2 for that one though, idk. We switched to using the flatscreen because of the annoying high pitched noise. (To the annoyance of all retro gamers who read this)
You used to have to print out a document and then scan it into another machine that would use landlines to send it to another printer so someone, somewhere else, could have the document.
Video games involved putting a sheet of acetate over the b&w tv screen and then drawing with a wax pencil where the dashed line appears (Winky Dink ruled - and don’t forget to put the acetate on the screen or Dad will get mad).
Let's listen to this radio station play an unholy noise for about 30 minutes, record it in a cassette tape, and play the game recorded in those BAUD BOIS
Channel 3 or 4 I believe. They're set such that woukd allow you to choose if one or the other was selected for something like a vcr. This was the precursor to different inputs on tvs.
I like how Nintendo carts specifically said to not use alcohol (or benzene!)
Contact cleaner is best, it leaves a light oily coating to keep oxygen out. To this day, I can still pop in an NES cartridge and have it work on the first try.
Researching for essays was annoying because you had to actually leave your house and go to a library to get books. (But libraries are fun for personal reading.)
The top dial on the TV had the VHF (lower number) stations. The bottom had the UHF( higher number) stations. In spite of all those channels being available, many places only had three, maybe four that had a station in range to be received intelligibly.
I stood on a sawhorse and touched the light bulb's base. My brother stood on the ground, touched the light bulb base, and shocked himself silly. It hung from the ceiling, just the way it was.
VIC-20, yes. But dad’s tantalizing work computer, nah. We used to make time to type things and wait together. Like, we would have dinner together and then King’s Quest would have eventually loaded and we would all have walked into a River accidentally together, as a family.
yeah, I see all your extreme gen X nostalgia, dial-up internet browsing, floppy disk hole punching, cassette pencil rewinding, unshielded electronics interference having, family party line sharing, coin return checking asses, and I raise you something only REAL old kids will remember:
Silly Bandz. Only the real old heads will remember kids trading various kinds of silly bandz with each other. Alternatively, depending on how much the people around you believed in pseudoscience, the power balance hologram bracelets could also be found around people's wrists, at that time.
I remember being able to turn off the computer by just flipping the power switch for it. I also remember not being able to do that because it would take 30 minutes to do a memory check.
When I was a kid a single gold coin minted from the empire of Ashoka could buy you a house, a servant, a couple acres of land, some cows, a couple pigs, chickens, and a horse
Being subscribed to a service that brought about a dozen magazines every week that we would rent including Donald duck, gossip magazines, etc. Sometimes getting to sneak the 'adult' one to the bathroom and spend some quality time there.