As I was growing up, even as a child, I was aware that the rapid advance of technology had begun within sight of my birth year, in relative terms.
I knew, for example, that my mom’s parents were married in 1912, the year of the Titanic disaster.
Electricity was still a novelty in many places. Automobiles were still replacing horses.
1912 White Motors vehicle
Telephones were still basic in many areas, although dial phones were becoming popular.
1912 – Connecticut Telephone and Electric Company
The dial telephone was touted for it’s “secret service” convenience, meaning no operator was required to connect the call. This advertisement targeted delegates to the 1912 Republican National Convention.
Radio had yet to become popular, and was still being used in things like ship-to-shore communications.
Television was not even a glint in Philo T. Farnsworth’s eye, and was strictly the stuff of laboratory experimentation.
The first commerical flight, with one passenger, happened two years later.
Fast-forward to the 1950’s.
Telephones looked like this:
Our television was the “Cadillac” of TV’s at the time – a hand-made Andrea. Mom always had good taste.
For some history about the Andrea enterprise, see the article from Radio & Television News from May of 1950.
TV’s had a 13-channel dial. UHF was provided for, but no one was broadcasting on those channels yet. Remotes were unheard of – you actually had to haul your ass off the couch and change the channel or adjust the volume by hand. This made channel surfing difficult – unless, like me, you sat 5 inches away from the screen and spun the dial like crazy. My mother always told me I’d hurt my eyes by sitting so close…
New York City had 7 channels – 2, 4, 5, 7, 9, 11, and 13. Everything was black and white – it wasn’t until the 60’s that we began seeing this:
Channels were pretty much off the air during the night time. Broadcasting would begin at around 5:30 AM. One of the first things to come on (even before the cartoons) was The Modern Farmer. I learned a lot watching that show, waiting for the cartoons to come on. If I was up earlier, all I’d see was something like this:
My mother married for the second time in 1959, and she and her new hubby (that relationship lasted about a year) flew on one of the first commercial jets, to Puerto Rico.
Flying, which I did often during the 50’s and 60’s to visit my mom’s family in Utah or my father in Los Angeles, really did look a lot like this:
They took good care of you back then. Those meal trays would come with little promotional packs of cigarettes, too – usually Marlboro, with four cigarettes in a tiny flip-top box. Kids would get games, or playing cards, and always a set of wings:
Don’t know what happened to my wings from United, but I still have a set from American kicking around somewhere.
One of my favorite books in 1959 was You Will Go To The Moon, by Mae and Ira Freeman.
The Univac 1 was delivered in 1951, its successor, the Univac II, was delivered in 1958.
Univac II. My smartphone has more power than this did.
So today, in 2013, technology is advancing at a pace so rapid as to be breathtaking. I write this post on a core i7 machine, still relatively new – and already surpassed by new models. There are kids alive today who have never known what a world without the Internet is like (although they don’t remember NCSA Mosaic, or trying to surf the web over a 300-baud modem.)
Original cartoon courtesy of somethingofthatilk.com. I added this last panel.
In 1959, I could not have possibly imagined what I am seeing today (although I’m still ripped off about my flying car and that trip to the moon). Even with today’s technological and scientific miracles, I cannot imagine what kind of world my grandchildren will see. I can only hope that the world they grow up to see will have advanced in terms of humanity as well as technology.
The Old Wolf has spoken.
If the Flying Car ever comes out and they don’t insist every driver/pilot go through the full Pilot’s License procedure to get their ticket, or they don’t enforce the rules of air operations to the letter (and/or it isn’t Fully Automated and the driver/pilot can’t mess it up) I’m WALKING. It would be safer.
Can you imagine the chaos and carnage of people who fly West at the Eastbound assigned altitude “because it’s less congested” or make that last minute dive to the airstrip because they forgot to get in the approach pattern with everyone else waiting in line – or they’re running late for work.
And you can’t use the excuse “Low on Fuel” or “mechanical problems” to declare an emergency and cut in line for landing without a complete FAA Inquiry (and good odds they get their license pulled) – you’d have people declaring an emergency every day just to jump the queue.
Aw c’mon. You never saw any of that stuff happen in The Jetsons. Surely people of the future will be responsible and considerate؟
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