Comments on: Thank You, Mr. Tupper

By: Sarah Buttenwieser

Sarah Buttenwieser — Tue, 24 Aug 2010 11:26:23 +0000

I am so asking on Facebook for someone’s old no-longer-used alarm clock for my turning fifteen year-old son. I just got a second one in less than a year because I dropped his & it BROKE. As in won’t alarm any longer. I abhor disposable electronics almost more than anything. So infuriating & stupid & when I get something like that I feel a sucker, a sucker with a concern for the landfill.

Found you via the Babble contest (my blog’s #112! Standing in the Shadows, read it! ) I really enjoyed visiting yours; I have three boys — & a girl ) & will be back.

Here’s mine for easy reference (my blog, not my alarm clock; I really loved waking to radio…) http://www.valleyadvocate.com/blogs/home.cfm?uid=92

By: Jennifer

Jennifer — Tue, 17 Aug 2010 02:17:04 +0000

I’m googling the electric egg cooker, Mary Lynn. Sounds like a great invention.

By: Mary Lynn

Mary Lynn — Mon, 16 Aug 2010 20:51:32 +0000

My grandmother’s electric egg cooker. It’s from the 1940s probably, maybe even earlier. Perfect hard-boiled eggs every time!

By: Jennifer

Jennifer — Mon, 16 Aug 2010 16:24:27 +0000

Tracie, great story about the saving of the green fridge! If it ever evolves from being a back-up pantry, wouldn’t it be the perfect place to store neatly stacked Florida tablecloths and tea towels? Just sayin.
Lindsay, as I recall, your Sony clock radio made that tiny clicking noise when the numbers flapped over. Right? Don’t ever send that to Goodwill, it will be worth a lot someday.
If there is any justice in the afterlife, the inventor of planned obsolescence is now enjoying a special ring of hell.

By: Lindsay

Lindsay — Thu, 12 Aug 2010 02:03:37 +0000

Yes, my Dad bought me a Sony clock radio (but not digital like the photo) when I was in Junior High and I thought it was the coolest, most grown up thing and used it for 20+years. I think it is still in a box somewhere. I have a glass paper weight with my name inside, (made special as nobody was named Lindsay) that my grandmother gave me when I was in 3rd grade. It is still sitting out in my bedroom. Must be 40+years old. All the old stuff worked better, my old dishwasher, my old washing machine…..

By: Tracie Schneider

Tracie Schneider — Wed, 11 Aug 2010 03:19:48 +0000

The oldest functional thing in my house . . . oh, you mean besides my husband?

OK – my mom and dad bought, in 1967, the coolest ever avocado green freezer-on-the-bottom (who had ever heard of that in 1967?) GE fridge to go in our new, ultra-modern house and it kept going and going and going. It became the family joke that the green fridge would outlive us all. Sadly, my dad called me about a year ago and said that it had stopped working and that the repair dude had laughed when Pop asked whether he could get the parts to fix it AND that it was on the way out the door. I asked where it was headed and he replied, casually, “the dump.” Well . . . long story short – it now lives at my house where it will serve out the remainder of its life as a retro-cool back-up pantry, and I am a family hero for having saved the green fridge from a horrible fate. OK, so technically it doesn’t still “work” but it is definitely functional – and still, in my opinion, cool.

P.S. My last fridge hung in there for a whopping 8 years.

By: jennifer

jennifer — Tue, 10 Aug 2010 17:11:16 +0000

More proof that those old-school clock radios were bullet-proof! How great that you still have your battle-ship-length one, Emily. I must see it next time I come over.

By: Emily

Emily — Tue, 10 Aug 2010 13:42:56 +0000

I still have the “clock radio” I received for my 11th birthday. It has a cassette player in it — I used to fall asleep listening to Barry Manilow’s greatest hits every night. (Im serious.) at the time it was cutting edge because you could tape right off the radio. I made tape after tape of favorite songs, each with a DJ on one end or the other shouting out call letters.

The clock radio now sits in our guest room – it is so long it takes up a quarter of the bureau — still works but alas no cassettes to play. But I will definitely die owning this piece of my past.