From my dad's match box collection.
He picked these up in the 1970's
He picked these up in the 1970's
Old time memorabilia not quite appropriate anymore
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Tea making facilities must have been a real drawcard.
Having a jug and toaster was the bees knees!
I remember people (well my dad) used to collect those in a big bowl to demonstrate how well travelled he was I guess.
A bit like people sewing patches of ski destinations on their jacket. It always seemed a good way to let water in on rainy days, but anyway.
yepGotta still light the smoker for the trout somehow.
I go nuts looking for matches sometimes
how else do you mix the Araldite?
My dad did too until at the age of two I lit one, freaked out, dropped it on my nylon highly flammable pyjamas and ended up in hospital with a 3rd degree burn on my leg and skin grafts etc etc.
It was a book of matches, I’m still amazed that I managed to do it, I can’t to it as an adult.
The old matches thing was a big time business, every motel, pub, restaurant etc would give them away, and lots of people collected them.
The Hanna family made a fortune out of it, their company was Hanna Match, then became Hanna Pack as they diversifed, and was eventually sold for $75m a few years ago. My brother used to do a lot of financing for the family business. https://www.hawkesburygazette.com.a...inational-after-60-years-in-the-hanna-family/
My only context/reference for "telex" is Khe Sanh.
"And the telex writers clattered where the gunships once had been"
no longer, presumably
my workplace used to have four fax machines, one at each corner of the floor
if one was busy it would redirect to another, meaning a few would get lost
we still have printers that can send and receive faxes but no-one knows how they work, or the fax number
Likewise with our printers.
But I took our fax number off everything bit of stationary and digital signature type stuff I could find and we don't get faxes as far as I know.
We still have faxes at work. Due to the privacy legislation, we are no longer allowed to fax medical type stuff out. However, we keep them, because referring doctors and patients still send us stuff. Quite bizarrely, we get a fair bit of fax “spam”. People sending in unsolicited catalogues etc.
The last industry/profession that seems to use fax’s is the medical profession, in my experience.
When I first started working, urgent communications went by telex, then fax, and then email. To be honest I miss the days where you could anguish about a communication (a letter) for days, compose the perfect letter, stick it in the mail, and breathe a sigh of relief because you knew you had at least a week of clear air before you received a reply.
Now, you do the same anguishing, hit send on the email, breathe one sigh of relief anticipating a few days of not worrying about said issue, only to hear “ping” on the email as the recipient sends a terse response. Argh.
Bring back the hammer and chisel, and carrier pigeon.Can't be bothered posting a pic.
I have in my posession thinking around1920s jewellery box made from genuine and authenticated Ceylonese porcupine quills.
Very tasteful.
I reckon that just as much work would have actually got done as well.
I remember when I was in high school, I did "Commerce". We spent a lot of time learning how to write business letters correctly, ie format, the headers, how to compose the text, correct sign offs depending on circumstances. We also spent quite a bit of time learning how to write cheques properly They are all lost skills now.
Old time memorabilia, anyone have a cheque book
I had to do commerce as well, all I remember were the futile attempts to teach me to touch type. As if I’d ever need to touch a typewriter after the commerce course.
I was gunna be a truck driver or a abb diver or an architect, who needs keyboard skills?My commerce teacher was the school pastor
the only commercial skill he had from a lifetime of church stipend was the angry face he gave us for not putting 20 cents in the weekly
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Service Writing was the bane of my existence for a while. Needing to learn all the different formats for a minute, official letter, demi-official letter, service paper, decision brief, noting brief, orders, etc.I remember when I was in high school, I did "Commerce". We spent a lot of time learning how to write business letters correctly, ie format, the headers, how to compose the text, correct sign offs depending on circumstances. We also spent quite a bit of time learning how to write cheques properly They are all lost skills now.
Old time memorabilia, anyone have a cheque book
The best was the Formal Letter. Only exists in the Navy and mostly used to discipline Midshipmen who have cocked up, by giving them reasons in writing to explain themselves to a superior. Starts with
Dear Sir,
I have the honour to....
Ends with
Your Obedient Servant,
I.M Snotty
MIDN, RAN
Was also used to request permission to get married and when joining a new ship.
I may or may not have been given "reasons in writing" a few times in the early 90s.
All letters to the public service should end "You remain, sir, my obedient servant".
we have various templates
mostly in Word, and generally not designed by a person who knows the first thing about designing templates
also a beast of a Powerpoint template that includes all of the possible options available and weighs in at 32mb
I don't have photos unfortunately. My grandmother had a number of ivory carvings in her loungeroom cabinets. Ornate balls within balls, carved in the Orient.
My uncle was an engineer on BHP ships in the late 60's and early 70's when they commissioned a number of new vessels from Japanese shipyards. He spent quite a lot of time in Japan and Hong Kong in those days, and brought back quite a few souvenirs.
For many years I had a Kabuki kite on the wall above my childhood bed.
Yes, I still use a cheque book for business.Old time memorabilia, anyone have a cheque book
My ice-cream deliveries have to be paid for on delivery. (My orders aren't big enough for Streets to run an account). So I pay Streets with cheques.
And for paying big bills. My bank transfers are restricted to $5k a day, and people get pissed off if you pay $5k a day for several days to pay a large bill. So, they're happier if you just post them a cheque for the full amount.
yepOld time memorabilia, anyone have a cheque book
I write approx one per year
in other dinosaur news, I recently got a new credit card
to arrange for a monthly balance direct debit, I had to print a form from the website, fill it out by hand - couldn’t type it into the pdf - and post itLast edited:I have a turtle.
A taxidermy turtle.
It is totally not PC anymore and it has certainly upset a few of my more sensitive friends, so it’s been hidden away for the time being.
It belonged to my Nanna.
As a small child in the early 70s she would babysit us while the parents had a night out, we would often stay the night. I have fond memories of laying on her clean white sheepskin rug patting the turtle with one finger ever so gently as she watch me with hawk like intensity. My bull at a gate younger brother wasn’t allowed to pay the turtle because he was too rough and would damage it.
As a child I would imagine all the adventures the turtle had in its life, swimming in ponds in far away places. As an adult he is just a reminder of innocent times and the love of my grandmother.
https://blueberry-pdf-form-filler.soft112.com/ There are others available, but this one is pretty good and free.
I have a turtle shell. I found a very dead turtle and left it on an ants nest for a couple of months.I have a turtle.
A taxidermy turtle.
It is totally not PC anymore and it has certainly upset a few of my more sensitive friends, so it’s been hidden away for the time being.
It belonged to my Nanna.
As a small child in the early 70s she would babysit us while the parents had a night out, we would often stay the night. I have fond memories of laying on her clean white sheepskin rug patting the turtle with one finger ever so gently as she watch me with hawk like intensity. My bull at a gate younger brother wasn’t allowed to pay the turtle because he was too rough and would damage it.
As a child I would imagine all the adventures the turtle had in its life, swimming in ponds in far away places. As an adult he is just a reminder of innocent times and the love of my grandmother.
Bet you wish you’d stayed with ab diving!I had to do commerce as well, all I remember were the futile attempts to teach me to touch type. As if I’d ever need to touch a typewriter after the commerce course.
I was gunna be a truck driver or a abb diver or an architect, who needs keyboard skills?
I think we telexed through to the end of the noughties or so
now I can update whilst underway. Sometimes.
Seeing that turtle reminded me of when my brother and I cleaned out may parents place after they passed away. It was an absolute cornucopia of politically incorrect and culturally inappropriate curios In the 70's my Dad had a job that took him all over the world, and he would always bring something back. Elephants feet umbrella holders, turtle shell ukelele, loads of ivory stuff, african tribal masks and shields, things made out of god knows what fur and hide It just went on and on.
Oh and there was also the moment when my brother found $20k in crisp $100 notes hidden in an inner pocket of one of my dads jackets, which we were about to consign to the scrapheap
