What things do you remember fondly from the past, which no longer exist or do but in a very much different format.? Although these Cage lifts( elevators) were phased out when I was a child, I still remember the excitement of getting in one and being taken by the lift man, all the way to whatever floor we wanted to go..it was like being treated like royalty.. and unlike this one..some were really luxurious, with seats too... On reflection it must have been mind numbingly tedious as a job..but hey... it was fun for me..
Street cars. Growing up in Pittsburgh I rode them more than buses. Most are gone...except maybe San Francisco still has them.
WE had trams when I was a very small kid. I don't remember being on one, probably was... but the tracks for the trams were still there long after the modern buses replaced them....
Most of the tracks are gone here but I’m not sure. In fact I’m not even sure if most streetcars are gone....I haven’t seen one except San Francisco in years. Hungary still had them when I lived there and so does St. Petersburg according to @Terry Page’s posts but am not sure of anywhere else.
Fashion: . Crinolines and big flowery gathered skirts I remember them "fondly" because they only last about 2 years (thank you!). In junior high we even wore them with bobby socks and saddle oxfords.
I remember overhead trams (well, they were actually busses, not "trams") in my city when I was very small. It was exciting to see the sparks fly when they went over a junction wire. Occasionally the posts would jump off the overhead tracks and the driver, with the help of a couple of male passengers, would have to get out and wrestle them back into place.
My mum wore those skirts and dresses. I was very young but I used to call them her 'sticky out dresses''...
This is a great thread, Holly. I remember this fondly, only because not long after I got big enough to help, we got a dryer. It was especially fun in the winter, when we would string clotheslines all over the basement. Like a maze. Riding a tricycle between the sheets.
Until I was 10, we lived by the main railroad tracks. Mom would hang the clothes in the back yard and if she heard a coal-burning train coming, everyone had to drop whatever they were doing, run to the clothesline and desperately pull clothes off the line. The coal-burning locomotives sent cinders dropping on the clothes and Mom would have had to wash them again.