You youngsters crack me up sometimes........
I grew up in a house with no indoor plumbing, had an outhouse, and taking a bath meant carry water in, heat it on the stove or in the reservoir of the wood cook stove, put the water in a galvanized tub and sponge bathe. The water came from a cistern where rain water ran in.
We went to the well with a windmill to get fresh drinking water, carried it in a bucket and a dipper where everyone drank from the dipper. We kept a pitcher of water in the refrigerator for cold water.
We had electricity, but no TV, we listened to the radio, Saturday night was "the Grand Ole Opry".
I was in 5th grade when we got dial telephone and it was a party line, where all your neighbors were connected, so everyone was on the phone talking to each other and everyone knew when someone called someone else..
Before that, the crank phone was on the wall, you rang the operator who said, "hello central", you asked her to call someone for you through a switchboard. If you called someone yourself, it was done by number of rings, a short, a long, two shorts, two longs. Everyone had a different ring.
I milked cows before and after school every day!! We did have an electric milking machine, but if electricity was out, we did it by hand. I learned to drive a tractor at age 10 to work in the hayfield and learned to drive a car at 14 with a stick shift in a 1952 chevy.
We had an "assembly" at school to watch a black and white TV of John Glenn going into orbit in a space ship.
I was a sophomore in high school when John F. Kennedy was killed.
My freshman year in college (now called a state university), no jeans were allowed, no sweatshirts, girls wore dresses or skirts. Guys wore "ivy leagues", slacks with belts.
My first car was a 1971 Ford Mustang, fresh off the showroom floor, $3400 and my car payments were $100 per month. My first job as an RN paid $3.83 per hour after working a year for my first raise. Gasoline was $0.19 to 0.25 per gallon. The gas station attendant pumped the gas, checked oil, water and tires and washed the windows of the car.
I could share much more, but will spare you as you are probably laughing with tears in your eyes by now... Though I could retire, I don't feel "old" enough and I am not ready. Just got Medicare.
Now I bet you all feel much younger!