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Ah yes the phone thing.

I went away to school and only talked to my parents once a week on Sunday evening at 6:30. There was a ton crammed into that 15 minute call, sometimes even was as long as 30 minutes.

I was not allowed to call home during "Peak" hours unless it was an emergency. LOL.....Yah I almost feel bad for kids "away" at school now. My sister texts with her oldest every day, and usually several times a day.

Got a dime?

When my oldest got to driving age, I acquired an old convertible in decent shape we fixed up.

I was fascinated with the amazement of he and all his friends over the vent windows.

They had never seen such a thing, and they were the roll out type so they had their own little handle.

They all thought they were the coolest thing ever.

I tried to explain 8 track tapes, but they looked at me like I was from Mars.

Great topic-

I've been a nurse for 30 years. Now I teach nursing in a community college. I often tell my nursing students about the evolving role of nurses in health care:

While in college for nursing, I did clinicals in a large Catholic teaching hospital in southern Michigan. The first year I was there, they were just phasing out the policy that nurses had to give the doctor your chair if they walked into a room. Nurses would sit in these little "charting rooms" and document on patient's charts. The doctor would come into the door way of the chart room, puffing away on a cigarette, waiting for a nurse to make eye contact, as if to say - Are you going to get up and give me your chair? Everyone would be furiously scribbling away, ignoring the doctor. No one wanted to look up and make eye contact with the docs, because if you did, they'd want you to give them your chair, and then you'd have to explain that the nuns said no more of that nonsense. They would just stand in the door puffing away furiously on their cigarettes. Eventually, they'd get the message and walk away.

The students always question - "There was smoking in hospitals?" And, I have to explain, that's not the point of the story, we had to stand up and give the doctor our chair!! There used to be smoking everywhere! They can't believe it.

I remember love letters...

I remember love letters

I still have mine...

Can anyone tell me what these are called:

I started college in 1987 and was the only girl in my dorm with a personal computer (some pre PC IBM type... Didn't even have a mouse). This was only because my grandfather was an IBM executive (he's retired and still doesn't know I use a Mac ... Shhhh) and it was terribly user unfriendly. In my freshman English class I turned in my term paper that had been printed out on the old dot matrix printer. My prof marked down my entire grade for the semester from an A to a B because I'd used this "unapproved" technology! Like a printer would make a paper better or worse!

In medical school I learned from things called books and journals and had to go to the library to read up on new treatments. My back would hurt because of all of the books we would stuff in our pockets! We all looked terribly "hippy"!

And our pagers were like walkie talkies and would sound like the teacher on Peanuts! "That code blue was where? Where???"

Can anyone tell me what these are called:

Yep, reinforcement tabs for papers with punched holes so they wouldn't tear so fast. I remember putting these on documents in binders over and over as they eventually wore out and the paper tore.

We would drag in a large slab of rock from a nearby quarry. Equipped with a chisel and hammer we would await orders from the boss that he was ready to dictate. Time consuming but damn my arms were toned.

@ risingfromashes!

Yep, reinforcement tabs for papers with punched holes so they wouldn't tear so fast. I remember putting these on documents in binders over and over as they eventually wore out and the paper tore.

Yes....but they have a nickname(maybe only used by engineers )

Returning to this thread so I can see Kuwaited's answer.

Oh people...

Paper Assholes

And yes, we smoked in the office.

OMG - I absolutely HATED going in to the VP's office. He was a chain smoker. You couldn't even walk past his office without smelling like you'd been in a bowling alley. If you walked in there, the smoke smell would permeate your hair, your clothes, everything.

I remember how much the smokers grumbled when they could no longer smoke in the office. The non-smokers, on the other hand, were ecstatic.

The students always question - "There was smoking in hospitals?" And, I have to explain, that's not the point of the story, we had to stand up and give the doctor our chair!! There used to be smoking everywhere! They can't believe it.

Hell, there were even BABIES to keep you from feeling 'oversmoked'

And if you go back a little further ...

Slight t/j-- one thing that hasn't changed despite this preponderance of technology that makes so many things easier and more efficient: students are still lazy. I can't believe the hoops I had to jump through to write a research paper when I was in high school; the internet was not widely available until around my senior year of college. Yet, I managed to make several *gasp* trips to the library, survived the painstaking flip of every card in the card catalog drawer I was perusing, and then even typed my essay on a typewriter (okay, it was electric and had correction tape). I also walked to school uphill both ways in a raging blizzard every day.

Seriously, though, aside from the fact that I'm old and cranky, I can't believe how little some students do despite the fact that the whole process of researching has been made so much more accessible with the internet (and I come from a district that is not poverty-stricken; only one of my students did not have a computer at home this school year).

Oh, and I still have and use a filing cabinet at work... and I keep documents that need reinforcements in binders... off to meet the Pony Express now for my snail mail...

end t/j

"You were lucky. We lived for three months in a brown paper bag in a septic tank. We used to have to get up at six o'clock in the morning, clean the bag, eat a crust of stale bread, go to work down mill for fourteen hours a day week in-week out. When we got home, out Dad would thrash us to sleep with his belt!

Luxury. We used to have to get out of the lake at three o'clock in the morning, clean the lake, eat a handful of hot gravel, go to work at the mill every day for tuppence a month, come home, and Dad would beat us around the head and neck with a broken bottle, if we were LUCKY!"

Thanks for all the replies. I'm glad people are enjoying this reminiscence.

Oh people...

Paper Assholes

Bingo!!!