@tscheese: that's a floor polisher. You used it on tile floors. We had one, and there also was one in our school. You might be too young to remember this, but they used to scatter sawdust on the school floor, and then this monster polisher thing would come along and somehow clean the tile. The janitors would sometimes let a little kid ride in front.
You're right on both. Yes, I'm that old. Ok, this predates me by less than 10 years, but I actually used a punch card reader in one of my first jobs. And a dictation machine of some decade or so later. I had a friend who actually did buffing...which was a huge joke at the time, but probably not funny now.
@wednesdayam: the first house that I owned was a 1920 Craftsman bungalow, but it got a renovation in the 1950s. They re-did the bathroom in turquoise tile -- turquoise tub, turquoise pedastal sink, turquoise commode. I tried to un-turquoise it by getting a white cabinet sink and a white toilet, but there was nothing I could do about the tub (the others were relatively cheap fixes, but you'd need a plumber to get the tub out.)
Is it odd that the electric can opener still frightens me? I always made my grandma open cans for me because she didn't have the hand crank kind, she only had the big blocky whirring electric kind.
Our house has become increasingly filled by outdated mechanical instruments/tools. The old typewriters will take over one day if I don't find a way to display them properly (in a way that still allows usability). I can't really explain the pencil sharpeners aside from the nostalgic smell and sound of using them. I only wish our house were as dust-free as this example seems to be.
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I love how the toast doesn't even pop up, it just sort of ... glides.
Our house is a 1955 Eichler, and though it was mostly original when we bought it, I love looking at clips like this for authentic-ish accessory and color information. The lady who lived in our house before us -the original owner - kept all the manuals meticulously, so we have a lot of brochures of women in aprons and heels taking roasts out of the oven, or using the vacuum like it's the most exhilarating thing she's ever done.
I am not a fan of the home decor of that era, I feel as though I just have to go to my older relatives houses to see it, but i looooooooove the clothes and the hair. I swear if I have the facial structure for it I would try out that brunette's hair style. It's very Cat on a Hot Tin Roof-ish.
Also, this just made me miss Mad Men all the more...my Sundays feel so incomplete with Don and Peggy out of my life now.
@JessicaLovejoy is confused by this feeling of pride: Gasp! I need one of those! Right now right now right now. Does it also emit the tasty scent of bacon? Can I get one in every room? I need more bacon in bed. I mean, who doesn't?
I would like one of everything in that house, except for the husband and the playpen in which the child is sitting because it resembles a giant basketball hoop.
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SET IT AND FORGET IT!
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But I may well be wrong on both counts.
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My dream is to own a cute little frame house with one of those original pink and blue tile bathrooms...
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I just can't go near them.
Where is my wagon?
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Our house is a 1955 Eichler, and though it was mostly original when we bought it, I love looking at clips like this for authentic-ish accessory and color information. The lady who lived in our house before us -the original owner - kept all the manuals meticulously, so we have a lot of brochures of women in aprons and heels taking roasts out of the oven, or using the vacuum like it's the most exhilarating thing she's ever done.
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Still, neat! It reminds me of "the house of next tuesday".
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Also, this just made me miss Mad Men all the more...my Sundays feel so incomplete with Don and Peggy out of my life now.
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