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Post by Phar Lap on Mar 17, 2016 10:57:15 GMT -5
Re colour photos/photography - most of my baby and childhood photos are B/W. By the late 1960's colour film was becoming more popular but it still cost more than B/W film. In the 1970's, I had one of these - a Kodak Box Brownie. It took good photos but they were B/W. By the mid 70's, I bought a more modern camera that used colour film - a Kodak Pocket Instamatic camera (110 cartridge camera) $29 from the local chemist. Who remembers the "instant" photos? The Polaroid Instant cameras that took and developed the film before your eyes in less than five minutes? We had one. The undeveloped film came out through the bottom gap, you held it by the corner and waited as your photo appeared.
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Post by whothingie on Mar 17, 2016 13:51:13 GMT -5
Time I left this thread (actually going away so not flouncing). I still take shorthand if needed and do annual general minutes for a number of companies. Current speed is still about 140 words per minute but that is slower than it used to be as verbatim for some can be much higher and over the years I've developed a few short cuts of my own that are uniquely me. Wouldn't want anyone else to try to do the transcript. I do Pitmans but Greggs was another choice (a much rounder looking shorthand) but now T line is taught to journalists at the local polytechnic.
And yes my first camera was a box brownie although I started my photography love with a camera belonging to my father which had a little track that the lens ran along when you opened the front cover.
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Post by kraken on Mar 17, 2016 14:55:57 GMT -5
Having a conversation about driving today with a 21 year old and counting in your head you've had your licence for 19 years this year. And realising you've now been over 18 a year longer than you were under.
I've never been one to fret about my age (and regularly forget as well), but I certainly don't feel old or mature enough to potentially have grown up children!
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Post by scicaro on Mar 17, 2016 15:12:05 GMT -5
Having a conversation about driving today with a 21 year old and counting in your head you've had your licence for 19 years this year. And realising you've now been over 18 a year longer than you were under. I've never been one to fret about my age (and regularly forget as well), but I certainly don't feel old or mature enough to potentially have grown up children! *does quick calculation* Bloody hell I've had a driving licence for 24 years!
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Post by cakemonkey on Mar 17, 2016 15:20:41 GMT -5
I got a 110 camera for my 9th birthday in early 80s and that had colour film. Bastet did you not have colour film by then in Sweden? I loved that little camera. It started my life long love with photography and taking photos.
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Post by HalcyonDaze on Mar 17, 2016 15:38:38 GMT -5
Oh help, one of the kids in the front row of Brodie's pic is wearing Uggs. That just kills my 'you only wear Uggs indoors' statement that I use on modern Ugg wearers from overseas. Then again, Brodie did grow up in the Rat!
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Post by Bastet on Mar 17, 2016 15:45:02 GMT -5
I got a 110 camera for my 9th birthday in early 80s and that had colour film. Bastet did you not have colour film by then in Sweden? Yes of course. I was explaining during a "baby photo competition" (guess which co-worker this is) that just because a pic was in colour it didn't mean the 20-30 year olds and black and white was obviously +30 year olds. They really seem to think there was no colour photos from before 1980-90. Black and white pics is for old people and 30/40 is old to them.
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Post by kraken on Mar 17, 2016 15:46:28 GMT -5
I got a 110 camera for my 9th birthday in early 80s and that had colour film. Bastet did you not have colour film by then in Sweden? I loved that little camera. It started my life long love with photography and taking photos. I think she's saying the b&w photos were an artistic choice, and that the people she had to explain this to thought colour photography didn't exist before the 80s/90s.
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Post by kingcnut on Mar 17, 2016 15:54:46 GMT -5
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Post by Bastet on Mar 17, 2016 16:49:16 GMT -5
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Post by Q-pee on Mar 18, 2016 2:47:07 GMT -5
Thanks for the link - fascinating
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Post by romily on Mar 18, 2016 4:14:00 GMT -5
Do you remember the very distinct sound a camera with film made when you manually turned the lever to get to the next photo? I bet young people would not be able to recognise the sound, whilst all people in their 30/40s would.
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Post by Q-pee on Mar 18, 2016 7:03:44 GMT -5
more nostalgia
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Post by Deleted on Mar 18, 2016 7:23:11 GMT -5
When your Grade 6 photo turns up on Facebook (it honestly just turned up in my Facebook feed......). View AttachmentIm sorry thats THAT is hilarious!
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Post by Phar Lap on Mar 18, 2016 11:05:23 GMT -5
A dear friend of mine who never lost her Cockney accent sent me this many years past - WHEN I AM OLD I SHALL WEAR PURPLE When I am an old woman I shall wear purple With a red hat which doesn't go, and doesn't suit me.
And I shall spend my pension on brandy and summer gloves And satin sandals, and say we've no money for butter.
I shall sit down on the pavement when I am tired And gobble up samples in shops and press alarm bells And run my stick along public railings And make up for the sobriety of my youth.
I shall go out in my slippers in the rain And pick flowers in other people's gardens And learn to spit.
You can wear terrible shirts and grow more fat And eat three pounds of sausages at a go Or only bread and pickle for a week And hoard pens and pencils and beermats and things in boxes.
But now we must have clothes that keep us dry And pay our rent and not swear in the street And set a good example for the children. We must have friends to dinner and read the papers.
But maybe I ought to practise a little now? So people who know me are not too shocked and surprised When suddenly I am old, and start to wear purple.
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Post by Q-pee on Mar 18, 2016 11:16:53 GMT -5
I already wear purple... often.
On that basis I've been old for years.
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Post by Liiisa on Mar 18, 2016 11:19:59 GMT -5
Me too. Wore purple just yesterday, in fact.
Back on topic: a young colleague just told me she knew what year MTV started because she learned it in a Media Studies class in college.
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Post by psw on Mar 18, 2016 12:56:06 GMT -5
Buying widow shades: the man, not that young, who cut the shades to size for me had no idea that older machines for cutting window shades included a tool for setting a grommet in the center of the stick across the bottom so you could use a window-shade pull on a string. He did recall seeing shade pulls at a chuch fair. The old Irish ladies, he said, crocheted lace around the metal circle at the bottom. Some one had explained to him what these doodads were.
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Post by ozziegiraffe on Mar 18, 2016 18:50:25 GMT -5
The ones in my house still pull from the bottom, but not with a string. Maybe it is time I replaced them?
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Post by Liiisa on Mar 18, 2016 20:49:45 GMT -5
I remember seeing window shades with crochet-covered pull rings in the homes of old ladies when I was a kid! (Early 60s)
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Post by psw on Mar 18, 2016 22:39:30 GMT -5
The shade pulls currently available are plastic and slide over the stick (with some effort) to the middle of the shade. They're OK if there's nothing blocking the window. The string-and-ring variety is very handy if there's, say, a table or a bed under the window and you can't reach all the way up to the top of the window frame to grab the shade and pull it down or to raise it slowly so it doesn't snap.
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Post by riverhorse on Mar 19, 2016 1:46:07 GMT -5
When doing a lesson with Yr 9s that involved pop music culture, them having absolutely no idea who Kurt Cobain was.
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Post by groo on Jan 10, 2018 0:44:19 GMT -5
When your little brother celebrates his 71st birthday.
And Happy Birthday to Pharlap as well.
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Post by Q-pee on Jan 10, 2018 1:16:43 GMT -5
When doing a lesson with Yr 9s that involved pop music culture, them having absolutely no idea who Kurt Cobain was. Flip side; talking to 16-19 year olds and knowing nothing about the music they follow.
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Post by Q-pee on Jan 10, 2018 1:23:18 GMT -5
A young colleague told me yesterday that I should watch the Lion King.
I told her it's been out 25 years and I've been OK without seeing it.
She responded, quite fairly, that she'd loved it so much as a kid.
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Post by Liiisa on Jan 10, 2018 5:56:48 GMT -5
To be fair, watching The Lion King would help me understand the Hakuna Matata (?) jokes on Twitter, but yeah.
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Post by Phar Lap on Jan 10, 2018 6:41:50 GMT -5
When your little brother celebrates his 71st birthday. And Happy Birthday to Pharlap as well. Thank you Groo. One of the boys gave me a birthday card that said 'Congratulations on your 21st' - A always was a good boy! I had a good laugh, it was really funny.
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Post by psw on Jan 10, 2018 13:35:16 GMT -5
when your daughter's 50th birthday is fast approaching
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Post by Q-pee on Jan 10, 2018 15:10:19 GMT -5
To be fair, watching The Lion King would help me understand the Hakuna Matata (?) jokes on Twitter, but yeah. There's always youtube, or wiki if you really need to know.
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Post by libbyh on Jan 10, 2018 17:28:06 GMT -5
When Julie Andrews sings this song:
MY FAVOURITE THINGS Botox and nose drops and needles for knitting, Walkers and handrails and new dental fittings, Bundles of magazines tied up in string, These are a few of my favourite things. Cadillac's and cataracts, hearing aids and glasses, Polident and Fixodent and false teeth in glasses, Pacemakers, golf carts and porches with swings, These are a few of my favourite things. When the pipes leak, When the bones creak, When the knees go bad, I simply remember my favourite things, And then I don't feel so bad. Hot tea and crumpets and corn pads for bunions, No spicy hot food or food cooked with onions, Bathrobes and heating pads and hot meals they bring, These are a few of my favourite things. Back pain, confused brains and no need for sinnin', Thin bones and fractures and hair that is thinnin', And we won't mention our short shrunken frames, When we remember our favourite things. When the joints ache, When the hips break, When the eyes grow dim, Then I remember the great life I've had, And then I don't feel so bad.
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