Well, let's see now. I am old enough to remember when you took typing classes in high school and you learned to type on a manual typewriter....not in first grade on a computer.
I'm old enough to remember taking three years of Gregg shorthand and learning all about brief forms and transcription. And by the way, I still use my shorthand on occasion and remember a lot of it really good.
I am old enough to remember the cartridge style fountain pens. I still like to use them once in awhile.
I'm old enough to remember when you could actually count by doing math...not by using a calculator.
I'm old enough that I remember the old rotary dial phones and the private, semi-private and party lines. And your phone number may have started with numbers, but you said it as a code....we were Regent 6 which was RE6 or 736.
I'm old enough that I remember we had a green formica kitchen table with chairs.
I'm old enough that I remember Mom having to wash clothes in a wringer washer
I'm old enough to remember starting every school day with The Pledge of Allegiance...
....and bowing our heads while they prayed over the intercom before school started.
I am getting old and I am loving every memory of it. I wouldn't trade my life for anybody's.
