Wow, you've got me beat on the wringer washer! I never actually saw one in use.
But I remember being awakened on summer mornings by the clip-clop of the horse that drew the milk wagon down my grandparents's brick-paved street... and the Fuller Brush man and the Charles Chips delivery guy... and the ammonia smell of mimeographed tests in school.
When I went to work at the TV station in Austin in 1977, they were still using a mimeograph for some things, but it was already archaic. They also had a hidden-away room full of IBM punchcard machines, where a strange, obnoxious old lady in bedroom slippers did data entry. (She must have been something in her day, though -- her name was [read this in a Barry White voice] Delilah!
And I have a little collection of audio systems:
- My old Sears Silvertone foldaway portable stereo, which plays 16 2/3 rpm, 33 rpm, 45 rpm, and 78 rpm.
- Two reel-to-reel recorders, one that runs at the right speed on American electricity and one that runs right in Europe.
- A modular eight-track player.
- A similar player that's set up especially to play commercial carts (cartridges), from when I worked in radio (it eats
- Cassette and microcassette, of course.
- A digital voice recorder.
- And a fabulous Marantz turntable with strobing pitch control... and what my father always jokingly called "vicious damped cuing" (actually "viscous," of course).
I love old stuff.