I often think how things have changed in my lifetime, when I was a teenager, I was in awe of anyone who had a telephone or a car, never jealous but completely in awe.  My mum and dad never owned a car in their lives although he did pass his driving test in the army and could have had it converted to a civilian driving licence, provided it was within then years of passing his test.

The advances in technology since those days is amazing, who would have thought that these days most people would have a  mobile phone, it was beyond imagination that we would have our own phone to carry around with us and make a call as and when we felt like it or indeed receive a phone call.


Alexander Graham Bell    


Here are a few examples of the telephone as it this:-

In times gone by

The internet is a wonderful tool, I don't know what I would do without it, as this website testifies.  However, one of the things which has been replaced by email is the art of letter writing.  I am sure like me the very satisfying sound of the post arriving was exciting, especially if there was a handwritten letter addressed to us personally, all this seems to have disappeared in general.  It is much easier to log on to the computer and write an email, which is usually short and to the point. I used to enjoy writing letters, out would come the Basildon Bond writing paper and envelopes, my fountain pen would be refilled, blotting paper at the ready.

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A very old fashioned letter, received in 1969, after donating a pram and a cot to the W.V.S.  

These days it would be a short email, I have to smile and the phraseology. (sp)

I learned to type  on a machine similar to this one, the keys were blank, thus we had to learn to touch type.  As we progressed, we then had to type to music, I remember the "William Tell Overture being one choice of music, I nearly fell off my chair, laughing, the teacher was quite cross with me.

We used get dirty from using carbon paper, the general size of the typing paper was A4 , two sheets were put into the machine, with a piece of carbon paper in the middle.  In the very early days, if we made a typing mistake we had the use of a typewriter eraser, to rub out the offending error, I hated those and many a time, I rubbed too hard and made a hole in the document.  Sigh, start all over again, eventually we had a miracle liquid called "snowpake", which we could paint over the error, wait for it to dry, backspace to where the error was and type over it.  Without blowing my own trumpet, I became a decent enough to typist, to stand in if the "typing pool" was busy ( which wasn't very often, although the girls worked very hard and had their work cut out, to complete the days' work.