Feeling old

I had to remind myself recently a character would not have access to a cell phone in a story set in 1995. She would have to wait until the bus stopped and use a pay phone- at least those would be available. :)
I did a flash back in my Siblings with Benefits series that took place in the eighties and I wrote in the brother had a pager. Made me think of how they were all the rage and there were stores that sold only pagers.
 
Send me an address, poor deprived chap. Let’s break some border laws.
The best time I walked into a bar and saw that they had Labatt's Blue was at the NCO club on the Naval Support Activity in Bahrain. It was the first time I was allowed Alcohol after being assigned to the "holy" land and I was thirsty. They had this HUGE sign advertising Labatt's Brew fifty cents a can!!! The brew I grew up with at a price that made us both happy. The bartender said "What'll you have?"

I rolled up my sleeves and said, "A stool."

For several hours it was just me and John Labatt's finest (Did I mention that it's brewed in Buffalo also? They did that for me.) They went down so smooth and ice cold especially after being out on the flightline sans bière for months in the middle eastern heat. I proceeded to put a dent in the world wide stock of Labatt's Blue. Eventually the bartender said, "Hey, slow up there sarge. Relax. You're not going to drink up all that beer." he pulled out his phone and showed me footage from the security cam at the Simcoe Street brewery in London Ont. "Look at all that beer, it's four AM and there's hundreds of people making more. You're not going to drink it all up."

I said, "Cool. I got 'em working nights."
 
Ah, Bahrain. Memorable. Went there on a family vacation, which was attention getting to start with--two questionables from a regional embassy with two blond-headed kiddies in tow vacationing in Bahrain. Gorgeous airport, nearly deserted, and we learned why. There were few flights in those days. We came in on a three-day visa and the next flight out in our direction was in four days. Luckily, we were embassy-related and the consulate could get right on extending the visas for a day. It was so hot that the house of the people we were visiting had no windows and two complete air conditioning systems. "If the system went down and you didn't have a backup, you'd be dead from heat stroke in a matter of hours." The vehicle inventory there consisted of all of the American land boats of the 60s that were in colors no one in the States would buy. The Saudis were coming there for the casinos. With two blond kids to protect, we didn't get there. Found a nice beach, though. Restricted to keep the Bahrainis out. At passport control on the way out, the official looked knowingly at me and said, "We know you are spies." Well, yes but we were, as a family, scouting out whether we could live there on assignment. Four resounding "no" votes.
 
That was one part of the world I detested, which surprised me. I loved Turkey and the people, but Bahrain - it only exists to serve drinks to Saudi princes who aren't allowed to have alcohol on the main land. They allowed my unit to use the swimming pool at a yacht club and I'd go as trip commander (no drinking 😒) but I got to talk to some beautiful women in tiny, tiny bikinis... and I met their husbands, but we had some interesting conversations. Sadly when they had to return to Saudi they'd go into the locker room and come out dressed as BMOs (Black Moving Objects). Another reason why we were bombing the wrong countries.
 
I did a flash back in my Siblings with Benefits series that took place in the eighties and I wrote in the brother had a pager. Made me think of how they were all the rage and there were stores that sold only pagers.
I got a pager in 1998, going cheap. The following year, like half the country, I invested in a mobile phone (Nokia 3310i, like most people). When I became a student in the early 90s, only geeks used email (and Usenet), and the standard method of communication was to go to someone's room and leave a message on the paper on their door. Or a note in their college pigeon-hole. Or find them in the bar.

In 1995 I knew two students with mobile phones, one who had started his own company and people called him all the time, the other a spoiled princess who tried to get equally wealthy friends to call her so she had an excuse to show off the phone. The former was a delight to work with and I'm glad he's done quite well for himself.

Even journalists didn't really grasp the merits of a mobile phone, until the 1988 Clapham Junction rail disaster, when a nearby shop which rented out phones sold out in minutes (they moved from rental to sale even more rapidly!) By the end of the day, journos had bought every available phone around.
 
I got a pager in 1998, going cheap. The following year, like half the country, I invested in a mobile phone (Nokia 3310i, like most people). When I became a student in the early 90s, only geeks used email (and Usenet), and the standard method of communication was to go to someone's room and leave a message on the paper on their door. Or a note in their college pigeon-hole. Or find them in the bar.

In 1995 I knew two students with mobile phones, one who had started his own company and people called him all the time, the other a spoiled princess who tried to get equally wealthy friends to call her so she had an excuse to show off the phone. The former was a delight to work with and I'm glad he's done quite well for himself.

Even journalists didn't really grasp the merits of a mobile phone, until the 1988 Clapham Junction rail disaster, when a nearby shop which rented out phones sold out in minutes (they moved from rental to sale even more rapidly!) By the end of the day, journos had bought every available phone around.
The first mobile phone I had was back in 2000 and it was a Nokia, and I think the plan I purchased was for 100 minutes a month or something like that.

I believe at his point I've had the same cell number since 2003.
 
That was one part of the world I detested, which surprised me. I loved Turkey and the people, but Bahrain - it only exists to serve drinks to Saudi princes who aren't allowed to have alcohol on the main land. They allowed my unit to use the swimming pool at a yacht club and I'd go as trip commander (no drinking 😒) but I got to talk to some beautiful women in tiny, tiny bikinis... and I met their husbands, but we had some interesting conversations. Sadly when they had to return to Saudi they'd go into the locker room and come out dressed as BMOs (Black Moving Objects). Another reason why we were bombing the wrong countries.
I encountered the "bikinis to burkas" issue throughout the Middle East. With overall Middle East responsibility but living in Cyprus as a safe haven, I often flew between those points. Both coming and going between Cyprus and any Middle Eastern capital, the airlines had a special announcement of time distance to port for the Arab women to have time to go to the loo and change between Paris fashion and burkas, depending on where the plane was touching down next.
 
Pagers. Yuck. I was a systems engineer for a paging company in 1981. I had to wear three pagers. Talk about being tethered! I had one for each system so they could page me if one or, heaven forbid, two of the systems went down. They didn't pay me nearly enough for that BS until they realized that I had diagnosed a longstanding intermittent outage on one of the systems, but by then it was too late, I had two offers for jobs much better suited to my experience.
 
I encountered the "bikinis to burkas" issue throughout the Middle East. With overall Middle East responsibility but living in Cyprus as a safe haven, I often flew between those points. Both coming and going between Cyprus and any Middle Eastern capital, the airlines had a special announcement of time distance to port for the Arab women to have time to go to the loo and change between Paris fashion and burkas, depending on where the plane was touching down next.
I never saw burkas (the robe where the entirety of a woman's face is obscured) in the ME. Even a niqab (fabric covering nose downwards, often bejewelled and ornate) or equally fancy eye mask was rare, almost only on Saudi women (you could guess that from the 'bejewelled', really...)

In UAE, Kuwait and further north, it was almost always a headscarf and Western style clothes that happened to reach wrists and below knees, or headscarf and an abaya or jilbab - basically a gown flung on over clothes; sometimes a chador which covers head and body, similarly flung on over whatever is worn underneath.

It was remarkably like being an undergraduate at college, flinging a gown over your clothes, for dinner. Though I've only worn hijab and all for various things here - in the ME and other Muslim countries I just wore a silk shirt open over a long dress, which the locals appreciated as an effort to blend in.
 
You know what makes me feel old? Putting out the wheelie bin. Every time I do, I think, "There goes another week. There aren't that many left."
 
I saw the burka switch going even into Aman from Cyprus in the 80s--but that was, of course, ancient times.
 
My last two stories take place in Berlin, 1950, thru 1966, so I have to be careful, pay phones, cigarettes, cold water flats, currency.
 
Just stepped away from writing to do some pausing and pondering.

What I’d just written was a conversation with the character using their smart phone. I ended it by saying that she ‘hung up’. Now, there’s a dated expression. How long has it been since anybody literally hung the receiver in a cradle to end a call?

And why do I think of it as ‘writing’ when I was banging away on a keyboard?

Sigh.

I do the inverse. I'm rewriting a story set in the late 1930's and you have to remember all these little things. Dial phones. Most cars had drivers - if you could afford a car, you had a driver, especially in places like Shanghai. Trousers were still mostly buttoned rather than zipped, garters and stockings, there's so many little diferences and its easy to slip up on the details.
 
This is so relatable 😂
I remember my mom putting a lock on the rotary dial phone to keep us kids from calling our friends after 9pm.
I also remember licking a $0.15 stamp to mail a letter, or driving my parents' Datsun B210 hatchback to the high school prom.
Yeah that's old 🤣
Lucky stamp 😋
 
I also remember licking a $0.15 stamp to mail a letter, or driving my parents' Datsun B210 hatchback to the high school prom.
Now I’m feeling super old. I remember it being a nickel, but an unsealed local letter could be sent for 4¢.

Nostalgia ain’t what it used to be.
 
Too much ado. Although technology is changing so fast now that most of us can't keep up with it no matter how hard we try. I rarely get so angry I have to hang up on someone that I love. It happened last week. I can't afford to get that angry due to health issues. He was trying to coerce me into something that I didn't want to do. He didn't accept why I couldn't do it. I finally just hung up on him. On my cell phone. Make of it what you will.
 
Okay. I remember when we changed from ice box to refrigerator (and the ice man climbing three flights in our tenement to deliver the ice). Yes, the ragman shouting as he slowly rode his horse cart down the avenue, and the accordion player hoping for pennies to be thrown to him in the courtyard (and the rotten neighbor who'd toss him a heated coin). Oh, and then there was the exciting day we kids watched the last delivery of coal to our tenement before the landlord changed over to oil.
I remember going real modern, too, like when the wall street stockbroker I worked for changed data processing from punch cards to 24-inch magnetic tape reels. I no longer have my first cell phones, though; they were donated to the museum of technology along with my rabbit-eared Zenith "portable" (it wasn't in a wooden cabinet and had indentations where you could place your hands) television. There's probably more, but my memory seems to be fading just a tad. . .
 
I wouldn't worry too much about saying "hang up" when the universal icon for the phone is still a rotary phone handset.
I think, "He hung up on me," sounds a lot less clunky than "He disconnected", or "He ended the call."
 
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Remembering when now classic 'oldies' first hit the airwaves. Songs like Bridge Over Troubled Waters.

And yes .... airwaves.
 
Remembering when now classic 'oldies' first hit the airwaves. Songs like Bridge Over Troubled Waters.

And yes .... airwaves.
For some reason, "Bridge over Troubled Waters" is the one of the only songs that I can locate where I was the first time I heard it--in the small cafeteria attached to my university dorm in my second year. I was walking out of the food area, holding a tray, when it came on over the loudspeaker. I'd never heard it or Simon and Garfunkel before. I was dumb founded in the same way as when I heard "Memory" from Cats or anything from Phantom of the Opera.
 
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