• We still use a typewriter at the funeral home.  That’s WAY quicker than trying to format text in a word processor docuмent to fit precisely on a preprinted form or memorial book page.
• I have and use a Walkman (‘cuz I have cassette tapes and vehichles don’t have cassette players anymore), CD’s, VHS movies (can be bought REALLY CHEAP now).
• I still use phone books, send post cards, and write checks.
• I generally prefer paper maps because I can adjust the orientation.  I love the DeLorme Mapping Company’s “Atlas & Gazetteer” series and recently bought the latest Washington atlas (need to update Idaho and Oregon soon, mine are nearly 20 years old).  I fine that they have much greater detail than Google Maps (and I find Google to usually be pretty good).
• I boil hot dogs and such (though having them “blow up” in the microwave is also part of my skill set).  I missed last year but every November the St. Mary’s Knights of Columbus in Moscow, Idaho has a sausage dinner, and I also buy sausage links to freeze (hand made locally from someone’s old family recipe brought over from Germany).  I throw a couple in the crock pot with potatoes in the morning and for supper I can have the most awesome ‘bangers & mash’, the potatoes’ flavor is enhanced by being cooked with the sausage.
• I was surprised that an electric can opener is considered “old skool”.  I still use a hand one, but I think most still buy some canned goods, and they all don’t have the convenient pull tabs … especially the cheap brands I go after.

As an 80-year-old Irishman, I remember a lot of the above, but I still do now have or want a mobile phone. So let me think up a few more of things we did in the 1940s and 50s.
Got into a cinema to watch a cowboy film with two jam-jars.
Robbed apples from other peoples gardens.
Made little hand-carts from pieces and little wheels off anything we could find.
Were able to make bicycles from pieces of other broken bikes.
Made Y sling-shots from branches, rubber from bicycle-tubes, leather piece to hold stones, and shot marbles from them. We could hit anything.
We boys all had sheath-knives we all wore around our waists from about 7 years old, knives that we could hit anything wooden with. We carved our initials on beech-tree trunks with them. I can still see one I did in 1949 and another in 1954 as i pass by the estate we spent most of our days playing in. Our parents had no problem with our having these 'cowboy and Indian' knives.
Played chestnuts. Find your chestnut, bore a hole in it, put string with a big knot in it at the end so you could swing it. You then took turns with another kid's chestnut each holding one steady while the other swung his chestnut trying to smash your opponents. This went on until one got smashed. Each victory gave your chestnut a number. We would cheat by adding on a few extra victories to our chestnut.
We kept putting black ashes on our foreheads from our home fires for about a week after Ash Wednesday. The biggest ash covered forehead was the holiest kid on the block
A half-dozen of us cycled around as many churches on all souls day getting souls out of Purgatory. That could amount to 50 each year.
The only shops open on Sundays were chemists. In there we bought the next best things to sweets, liquorice sticks.
Put half-pennies on train tracts trying to make them as large as a penny.
Later, from about 12, we moved on to guns, pellet guns, 22s and shotguns. Again, our parents had no problem with them. We never had an accident.
We also made bombs using metal tubes from anywhere. You could buy the ingredients in the local chemist. One dangerous accident stopped that. I was not there for that one.
Saved stamps and swapped them with other kids. I would look for stamps worth money and swap them for a fancy coloured one. Never knew what happened to my collection.

I once swapped a gun for a very valuable stamp collection. My mother made me give it back. My friend did not give me back my gun because he said we made a deal.
First TVs showed Robin Hood and little else but it was always snowing so much you could hardly make out what was happening.
I remember my father turning off the engine of our car when he was going down hills.
Mother fixed holes in socks and stitched many other cloths back together.
Finally I remember the first transfer from a grocer shop to a supermarket. In the shop you had to ask for the food and then pay for it. This new idea was that you could walk around, put anything in a bag and then pay for it. I could see people would pick something, not pay for it and simply walk out of the shop. I told all my friends that 'supermarket idea will collapse and never catch on.

This list was gold.  My kids are always in disbelief when I tell them in my childhood we had NO air conditioner, one rotary phone in the house, and steak was cheaper than chicken.

Maybe someone mentioned this and I missed it, but our grandchildren are stunned when I tell them we used to have to get up to change the channel (and there were only a handful of channels).