I remember only 2 TV channels, only black and white.
Old pennies for the phone box, no phone in the house.
No central heating and a bath on Friday night.
Ice in pretty patterns on my bedroom windows.
Books for school, no internet, pens with nibs and inkwells in desks, blotting paper. Blackboards, no whiteboards.
Educational films were shown via a projector on a sheet of white paper which was hung up.
Buying No. 6 cigarettes in packs of 10 for my mother from the local shop, they new me and what she smoked.
Milkman delivering to the back door, milk in glass bottles and carried in a metal carrier that rattled. It progressed to also being able to order Corona, and bread.
Coal deliveries, big bunker in the back garden.
Coal fire, toasting fork and sliced bread, we took turns making our own toast for Sunday tea in winter, and fishpaste sandwiches and celery in summer.
Sanitary towels with loops and an elastic belt, suspender belts and stockings that slipped down, and then one day there were tights, which also slipped down. I would get as far as the bus stop (normal bus, not a school bus, we didn't have those) and the tights would be almost at my knees.
Half day closing on Wednesdays for shops and closing at about 5.30. Proper shops, no supermarkets.
Being able to make an appointment for the GP by phoning and not holding for 40 minutes to be cut off when your turn came. GP visits when you were ill.
Bike rides, safe ones in country lanes, hardly any cars, and when there were they didn't pelt along like a bat out of hell.
Records that played at 78 on a big wooden radiogram, followed by vinyl ones that played at 33 on a steriogram, and 45's, with needles in a little tin with the HMV dog on.
Walkman, much, much later.
School milk, frozen and popping out of the little glass bottles in winter, and a biscuit for morning break.
School dinners, served on proper plates, which were pink, yellow and blue and school puddings, real food, cooked in a kitchen and delivered daily.
Cameras that took black & white photos, box brownie cameras, then coloured film, developed at the chemist and took about 2 weeks to get your photos.
Getting 6d worth of chips in a little bag, wrapped in newspaper as a treat. Old silver 6d coins and old 1d coins, half crowns, threepenny bits, ten bob notes...
Films at the cinema like 'Whistle Down the Wind' (Hayley Mills).
Binmen collecting the bins from outside the back door, up the driveway, bins were metal and noisy. They never left rubbish strewn about.
Same 2 weeks holiday every year, when the factory closed down, usually to the same boarding house or a similar one, holidays were always spent in one of 2 places.
Grass was mown with a rotary mower, no electric ones, no petrol powered noisy leaf blowers, just rakes and brooms.
Cars were black, then they gradually became coloured.
Not owning loads of stuff, life was simple, and slower, and quieter, and the air was fresher.