Sunday dinners with the grandparents.
Getting there in big heavy-metal cars with no seat belts.
No VCR, no color TV, no CDs, just 45 rpm records that got scratched, oops, pray your sister doesn't find out it was you playing her record when she was away...

What a comprehensive and wonderful reflection on life in the 1900s!
"Go easy on me. I'm from the 1900s." Comedian Nate Bargatze said something to that effect.
I'm appropriating it.
As I drink from the garden hose and line-dry laundry, barefoot.