My husband teaching me how to back a trailer. (“Cut your wheels! Cut your wheels! No, G-dammit, the OTHER way!!”)
My husband teaching me how to back a tractor with a shredder attached.
My husband teaching me how to back a 40’ motor coach.
My husband teaching me how to back a boat and trailer down a boat ramp.
My husband teaching me how to back a boat into a boat slip.
My husband teaching me how to back a trailer. (“Cut your wheels! Cut your wheels! No, G-dammit, the OTHER way!!”)
My husband teaching me how to back a tractor with a shredder attached.
My husband teaching me how to back a 40’ motor coach.
My husband teaching me how to back a boat and trailer down a boat ramp.
My husband teaching me how to back a boat into a boat slip.
You get the idea...
Hmmmmm, I see a common theme in the things you hated .
We didn't have cable. We had an antenna on a tall pole. I'd have to go stand outside in the flower bed and turn it and listen to my dad yell at me from his recliner thru the window. Left, left, left, your other left. Stop! No, ****it, go back! Back! Stop! No, you missed it again. Go back the other way. The other way ****it! Stop!
And I got to go stand by the tv and turn the dial too. Click, click, click, click.
I remember when we got a tv with a remote control and a power antenna turner on the antenna pole. Shoot, happy days!
Yup... same. The cable box came very late... had to try to keep up with the Jones in my little small town .[emoji23].
most of our childhood involved an antenna or rabbit ears and aluminum foil.
31 but I remember so many of these. My mom kept all of her records and player from her childhood! Listening to peter rabbit or the original Beatles only to get silence or odd sounds
Aight folks.... the OP said it’s things you hated, the new generation won’t have to or get to experience.. ... not just things you hated [emoji41]. We all have a laundry list of those.
Party lines aren’t terribly ancient history. I can vaguely remember having one and I’m 31.
Your town must have been way behind or my little podunk cotton pickin’ town was way ahead. I’m 51 and I vaguely remember party lines as a young kid. Like maybe the mid 70s.
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