When my dad broke his leg in 3 places and couldn’t get off the foldout couch for most things, I was the remote control at all hours of the day and the pissboy. 😰 Thank god we didn’t have a bedpan.
They’re still in production today! Technological advancement has improved them to become the remote control to the remote control, but basically still works the same way.
When I was growing up, my mom would holler out the window that was behind where she sat in the living room for me to come inside when I was outside playing.
One year for Christmas I gave my parents a coupon book with a number of “change the channel” vouchers back in the mid-80s. They said they found them recently. I told them they had expired and no longer valid.
Our colour television had eight channel buttons. We had three B/W channels. I remember watching Channel 4 on its launch day – it had an intro logo made out of ‘colour’ Tetris-like blocks that broke apart, rotated and then reconstituted itself into a number four. If you pressed a button almost all the way in, you’d get a face full of deafening static.
Hey we learned math and science. What channel number to rotate to and how to holding the antenna would improve the signal. Grew up in Richmond, VA 6/8/12/23/35/57/65. I still remember Sunday evening Disney movies with the fam.
I’m in my 30s and when I was a kid my parents let me have a tv. It was an old black and white 13 inch tv. It had a “remote” which was a squeaker. It could turn the tv on and off. That was it. The tv still had dials on it. I was allowed to watch the news and the Johnny Carson monologue sometimes.
Some people had models that brought beer and an occasionally misplaced box of cigarettes. Voice activated. Easily bribed when the ice cream truck rolled into town.
Better then being the antenna.
BLAAAHAHHAHAAA!
Lol. Hell, That ran through the 80s and early 90’s too.
We had one of them. It was me!
I remember that, and the command just sit there until I tell you to stop. Or the always popular wait go back one, okay maybe two.
I used to break those buttons, so I’m told.
On the upside we only had 3 channels, easier to choose.
My dad had one of those too.
When my dad broke his leg in 3 places and couldn’t get off the foldout couch for most things, I was the remote control at all hours of the day and the pissboy. 😰 Thank god we didn’t have a bedpan.
We had one of those.
My first job, along with rabbit ear adjustment.
They’re still in production today! Technological advancement has improved them to become the remote control to the remote control, but basically still works the same way.
When I was growing up, my mom would holler out the window that was behind where she sat in the living room for me to come inside when I was outside playing.
“Yes, mom?”
“Turn the TV”
One year for Christmas I gave my parents a coupon book with a number of “change the channel” vouchers back in the mid-80s. They said they found them recently. I told them they had expired and no longer valid.
I knew it! Chunk from Goonies is a goddamn time-traveler.
They’ve gotten so much smaller!
Our colour television had eight channel buttons. We had three B/W channels. I remember watching Channel 4 on its launch day – it had an intro logo made out of ‘colour’ Tetris-like blocks that broke apart, rotated and then reconstituted itself into a number four. If you pressed a button almost all the way in, you’d get a face full of deafening static.
More r/thewaywewere than old school cool
Now I have my kids look for the remote control
My first tv still had rabbit ears.
Hey we learned math and science. What channel number to rotate to and how to holding the antenna would improve the signal. Grew up in Richmond, VA 6/8/12/23/35/57/65. I still remember Sunday evening Disney movies with the fam.
Ok, I’ll admit it….I was that remote
I’m in my 30s and when I was a kid my parents let me have a tv. It was an old black and white 13 inch tv. It had a “remote” which was a squeaker. It could turn the tv on and off. That was it. The tv still had dials on it. I was allowed to watch the news and the Johnny Carson monologue sometimes.
I used to lay right I front of the tv and change the channels with my toes.
Hell, it was a big deal when we got a third channel back in the ’60s.
Yup as a 1967 model remote I did not retire untill the early 90’s in Australia
My parents had one of those in the 80s
this coulda been me in 1964
As a surviving model, I can vouch for their existence.
I resemble that.
Sometimes my mother would call into the living room from another room to change the channel for her. 🙄
What’s a rerun?
Some people had models that brought beer and an occasionally misplaced box of cigarettes. Voice activated. Easily bribed when the ice cream truck rolled into town.
My grandma had a remote control that was just a knob on a plastic box. When you turned it, the knob on the TV clicked up or down as well.
Automation replacing our jobs!!!!
I was the remote at home
Yes, we had a remote, and I was that.
He’s missing the pair of pliers.
This is the deluxe model. With the cheapo version the kid would be using pliers to change channels.
Bruh. 90s kids experienced this.
child labor
“Don’t twist the knob so damn fast. You’re going to break it.”
I like to tell the true story of something my dad said when we asked him to buy a new TV with a remote control:
“It will be a cold day in Hell when I become too lazy to tell one of you boys to get up and change the channel.”
Even as a kid, I recognized what an amazing statement that was, and committed it to memory, and I have never forgotten it.