It's a new year and everyone is looking forward. I'm going to take another trip in the Wayback Machine though. I recently demolished my cell phone. It was dying a slow painful death due to it's inability to hold a charge and one broken hinge on the flip top part of it. I unintentionally euthanized it when I dropped it on the hardwood floor while trying to stealthily sneak into my bedroom at 3:30 am after a middle of the night munchie run with Diana. Yeah, that's a story for another blog post. In fact I had pictures intended for the blog post but they were on the phone that got broken into a couple of pieces. See, I'm even thinking of all of you in the wee hours of the night when I am hungry....but I digress.
In any event, the breaking of the phone got me started on a rant about how things just aren't built to last these days and how my grandparents had this big, heavy black desk phone for about 50 years and the thing worked just fine all that time. If you are of a certain age (which I apparently am since I am writing about this thing) you know what I am talking about, one of those phones you could brain a burglar with and knock him out cold. Try beating a burglar with you iPhone and see what happens. Nothing of value, I tell you. You'll get a broken phone and a burglar who laughs at your feeble attempts to deter him. If for no other reason than as a weapon of self-defense we should all still have those hernia inducing desk phones. Again, I digress.
After pondering the desk phone of old I then mused about my other grandmother's job. She was a switchboard operator for about 30 years or so. How many of you remember switchboards? Ok, so a number of my readers are my age or older and presumably recall these things or at the very least recall Lily Tomlin doing her Ernestine schtick. On occasion my mother would take us to visit Nana at her job. I was always completely amazed by how Nana could have a conversation with us, answer several calls, know where to plug in all those cords, and never miss a beat. I was pretty sure she must be some special kind of genius to be able to keep all that straight. My grandfather always said it was the perfect job for her because (here comes another very dated phrase) she was "vaccinated with a phonograph needle."
So now that I've taken my little trip, tell me, what sorts of technologies or ways of doing things or old phrases which have gone the way of the dodo do you remember?