I was reading a book the other day, and in it the main character kept using a pay phone. It struck me as odd. He wasn’t poor, and cell phones are available at any convenience store. Then I checked the front of the book and realized it was published in the 90’s. But it got me thinking … times sure have changed.
My parents used to tell me stories about their childhood, and I’d wonder if they were telling the truth. My mom, for example, would tell me about a man who would come to her house via horse drawn wagon to deliver big blocks of ice (I’m unclear on why, exactly, though I think it had something to do with ice boxes … or, perhaps my grandparents were professional ice sculptors). She also insists she used to sit outside electronic stores and watch the TV shows through the window. My dad, on the other hand, used to tell me that things cost pennies, nickels, or dimes. A quarter, he insists, bought your way into a movie with enough left over to get popcorn.
I wonder what things I’m going to tell my son that will make him laugh, or scratch his head. Would he think it strange that we used to have phones on street-corners? Or that people used to rent movies from stores. Will he think I’m lying when I tell him you could take a girl to dinner and a movie for just forty dollars? Or that minimum wage was $8.00/hour.
I never had a lot of opportunity to talk to my grandparents before they passed away, so I’m not all together sure what it must’ve been like for them growing up (I imagine saloons, horses, and duels at high-noon). I am excited to watch as my son hears stories from my parents about their childhoods. I can practically hear future-him giggling as my mom tells him about the leather-apron-wearing “ice man,” or my dad talking about all the loot he could buy with a dollar.
So what about you, fellow bloggers/blog readers? What do you think the next generation will laugh about?