Dialing a rotary phone. We had a party line with a family a block or so away. The phone hung on the wall in the kitchen adjacent to the door to the basement; so stepping through onto the landing and pulling the door to gave some privacy, in a houseful of siblings.Instead of 7 numbers, we remembered the first three as "BRoad4"My dad worked as a computer programmer and brought home a printer, keyboard and a modem. He dialed up the computer at work, and we played the very first Star Trek computer game. No video screen. The game play was printed out on that green and white folded continuous roll paper with the edge perforations.Twenty-five years ago, I still had a black bakelite desk model, and my children knew how to dial, but my niece was completely flummoxed by it.

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When I was very young we lived out in the country and had a ten party line. We rarely got calls (two rings) but the families who were four or five rings got a lot of calls. So disappointing whenever we heard the third ring start. At least we learned to count early.
I was a city kid so we didn"t have party lines. I remember zip codes being preceded in larger metro areas by a two-digit code after the city name and before the state.Also, abbreviations for US states that were more that two letters long.
I wonder if all the baby boomers who never liked coffee developed their distaste in the era of ubiquitous percolators.
>4 PhaedraB: I thought I was the only boomer who can"t stand coffee. (Never felt truly grown-up because I can"t stomach the stuff.) And I do remember that noisy percolator.
>5 Taphophile13: I love coffee, but I sure know a lot of people who say they love the smell but can"t stand the taste.My second husband was like that. He got cast in a production of On Golden Pond which has a scene where everyone is sitting around a table drinking coffee (from a percolator). The first night he takes a sip thinking it would be standard prop coffee which is flat cola. But no, this was a dinner theater with a huge kitchen in close proximity; it was real, hot coffee. By the end of the run he was hooked!
Iʻm a decade or so older than the boomers. From my 20s to my early 80s I drank a pretty fair amount of both coffee, altough in my mid-twenties and early thirties I had little time foreither--was too busy with alcoholic beverages. But, though I liked both coffee and cola (esp. pepsi ), I would have been disgruntled tofind that what I believed was pepsi turned out to be coffee. I now limit myself to two cups of coffee per week, and am supposed to go easy on colas, too. They wonʻt quench your thirst, the doctor said, -- will only make you thirstier.
>6 PhaedraB: I"m one of those people who actually can feel ill just from the "odor" of coffee. I can"t abide it in any form. A co-worker once raved about a certain candy and gave me a piece without telling me what it was. I didn"t want to be rude but I spat it out as soon as she wasn"t looking. "Doesn"t it taste just like coffee?," she gushed. It did and I felt sick for an hour. I think I"m allergic to the stuff.
I"m Irish. Pots and pots of tea.I recently watched the new Lost in Space opening episode and was reminded that the first one scared the bejeebus out of me when Will first faced the Robot. I hid upstairs every week for a while when it was on.
I don"t like coffee in any form but love tea, both hot and over ice. Ice tea was a treat reserved for Sunday dinner and Coke and other soft drinks were even less available for us as children.
>9 2wonderY:I"m English, so likewise, pots and pots of tea. I"ll drink a cup of coffee after an upmarket dinner, or thick sweet Arabic or Ethiopian coffee in a local cafe, or of course an Irish coffee, but I never got a taste for drinking the stuff regularly. Iced tea was unheard of when I were lad.I had a similar childhood experience when the very first Dalek appeared on Dr Who. If I recall correctly it was very dramatically done in the last seconds of an episode; you didn"t get to see much of the Dalek but you were aware that it was something very evil. I hid behind the sofa.More generally, rationing only ended the year I was born, so my early years were still a time of austerity, and my parents (and everyone we knew) still had that attitude. My early memories of London were bomb sites - the ruined buildings had generally been cleared but there were huge empty spaces, which of course were great for children to play in. The war still dominated life - virtually every adult male I knew had been in the army, and many of the women (including my mum). There was still a sense of community and homogeneity - we knew most of the neighbours and helped each other out, we played in the virtually car-free streets with neighbouring children, if we went to a friend"s house it looked very much like our own and the family would be doing much the same as us and eating a pretty identical meal, there were fixed days when almost everyone did their shopping, laundry, etc. The coalman and the rag and bone man came with horse carts - my dad and other neighbouts used to rush to be the first one out with a shovel to collect the droppings for their rhubarb patches. Milk and bread were delivered daily in electric vehicles, and once a week, on different days, there would be mobile shops in vans - butcher, fishmonger, greengrocer, grocer - and the mobile library.London was still "The Smoke", with coal fires, steam locomotives and the famous smogs. Buildings were black with soot - it came as a great shock to me years later to discover that landmarks such as St Paul"s Cathedral and indeed most prominent buildings were actually white once the centuries of grime had been cleaned off. Modern media refers nostagically to the Routemaster as the "iconic" red London bus, but when I was a child it was the Regent Type which reigned supreme, and the RM was a new-fangled interloper.I remember our first telephone (rotary dial, on a small table in the hall next to the front door, and rarely used because calls were deemed expensive), fridge, central heating (before that you would often wake up of a winter morning with ice on the inside of the bedroom windows), car (a 1958 Ford Consul), television (a large cabinet with doors, with a small screen inside, which eventually caught fire) and washing machine (a huge thing with a tub for washing and a mangle which you then had to feed the wet clothes through before hanging them out on the line). We had an indoor toilet, but some of my relatives living nearby still had outside privies.Last year, in a little independent bookshop somewhere in Yorkshire, I picked up two interesting little books by Paul Feeney, A 1950s Childhood and A 1960s Childhood. Both a bit romanticised, but nevertheless recognisable to an English person of our generation.

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Coffee. Didn"t have my first cup until I was 21. Had I known it was so good at squelching a migraine, I"d have started drinking it when I was eight. I"ve got a 12-cup coffeemaker that grinds the beans just before it heats the water. It"s got an insulated carafe that keeps it drinkably hot for a good six hours. I drink ten (10) cups a day (black) at a minimum, but I"ve set the grind to 2, so it"s not like I"m really going overboard with it.As for how it affects me, my resting pulse rarely surpasses 52; it doesn"t keep me up at night, and my kidneys are fine. Love the stuff!My folk"s phone number when I was a proverbial knee-high was SWarthmore 7 3865.