There are a lot more things missing:

40 Hours' Devotion and Processional.
Miraculous Medal Novena every week.
Yearly public novena to the patron saint of your church.
You're right -- no poor boxes anymore.
FULL Holy Water founts and people used them to bless themselves when tney came and went and used Holy Water at home.
People making the Stations of the Cross EVEN OUTSIDE OF LENT!
Holy Hours that are SILENT so you can think and pray and they aren't led by an altar boy with a set purpose or list of prayers.
Bookracks available at all times, not just on Sundays.
The organist practicing Bach or hymns during the day when you made a visit.
People staying after Mass on their knees in prayer for quite a while.
Making a visit if you were near a church, even if only for 5 minutes.
Lighting a small candle for someone or the souls in purgatory--the racks used to be full of lit candles all week long.
The hymns used to be pious ones, the words really moved your heart.  I've read that that is discouraged now as that tends toward personal devotion and Mass is not a personal thing.  Some hymns have even had their first verse removed because it was too pious, sentimental.  If you recognize a melody but not the words, that's probably why.
Long lines for confession every Saturday in preparation for Mass on Sunday.
You wore your "Sunday best" to church no matter how uncomfortable it was.  You dressed as is befitting to be in the house where God Almighty resides day and night because you truly believed He IS there.
A sense of humility, unworthiness when approaching Holy Communion especially -- people had their heads bowed down in thought or prayer.
The priest who said Mass used to come kneel down by the altar afterwards for a good long time.  You had to wait to speak to him when he was through his prayers.  
Going into the confessional and the priest had a light on where he sat and he was reading the Breviary.  You waited until he was done before you began your confession.  
You got a good talking to in confession and you thought twice about committing sin again -- priests were gentle but firm.  Hell and damnation were REAL.
RESPECT and silence in God's house -- for the people in prayer and because you were in God's house and you acted humbly and reverently until you were outside the church where those praying inside would not be disturbed by your conversation.
The sermons gave you something to really think about during the week.  You left Sunday Mass resolved to work on yourself to be better by the following Sunday.
People sat up straight, no leg crossing, no arms extended across the back of the pew.  
Children were quiet or a parent took them outside until they quieted down.   If they were too young to be still in church they didn't come (but we had many more Sunday Masses then so parents could take turns staying at home with the little ones)
The Mass was said slowly and reverently by the priest. You watched and your thoughts went to the things of heaven and you forgot your earthly cares for that one hour on Sunday.  You left church with a deep, deep sense of interior peace--the peace that only God can give.  
You respected Sunday as the Lord's Day.
We seem to have lost so very much.  The generations since us have not grown up reading the lives of the saints as we did.  We had good examples for devotion, for our faith.  There was more silence, less rushing around, more time to read and ponder the truths and doctrines we believed.
Devotion to Our Lady was extremely popular  
People carried a Rosary or religious medal with them almost all the time in their purse or pocket.  
Women used to use a tissue and bobby pin on their heads in order to make a visit to the Blessed Sacrament if they didn't have a hat or mantilla and the churches were open all the day for such visits.
Church bells ringing at Vespers in the evening.
People understood about the value of indulgences for themselves and others.  
The souls in purgatory were not forgotten.  We were reminded of them often and not just during November because one day we would probably be there if we died in the state of grace.  

It's not nostalgia.  It's called being Catholic.  It belongs to no particular time in history, pre Vatican II or post Vatican II.  It was how we lived what we believed which spans all ages and times and the things mentioned here and in the previous post are some of the things we did to remind us that life on this earth is just temporary and that while we are here we are to do God's Will to glorify Him and because we will be judged and Heaven and Hell are for real.  It can all be done again.  It is a most beautiful way to spend your days and nights:  being Catholic.  

.....and taking for granted on the actual miracle that takes place at every single Holy Scarifice of the Mass (during the Consecration....)

 St. James states: “Let all mortal flesh be silent, standing there in fear and trembling; for the King of kings, the Lord of lords, Christ our God is about to be sacrificed and to be given as food to the faithful.”

To be fair, I think part of the reason we have become lax about these things is that the  chapel is in a bad part of town, and can not be left open without much supervision nowadays because of theft and vandalism. Unless there is a caretaker on site to  keep watch in case people come for a visit to the Blessed Sacrament, or to pray, it would be defiled. It has to be kept locked tight as a drum, even the gates outside. I remember when I was a kid, the church was always unlocked, and sometimes when I went in, there was no one at all there be but the Blessed Sacrament. But times have changed. Now I try to get to Mass early, hoping the facilitators made it there before me, so I have a little extra time. Everyone is in a big hurry to leave and lock up after Mass, so I feel bad if I stay more than a few minutes afterward. (The facilitators work so hard, I don't want to make it more difficult for them.) These may be why some of the beautiful things you mention are rare today.

Praying the Angelus


Long ago it was often in Latin.  Neighborhood church bells would ring the series
of bells that remind listeners to pray the Angelus, and a bell rang once for
each part, and for the two parts of each Hail Mary.  Once at 6:00 am, then
again at 12:00 pm and finally at 6:00 pm.  

In my own lifetime, I have heard these bells abandoned, all in the wake of the
unclean spirit of Vatican II.  Tradition that has been ongoing for two millenia
and millions of martyrs have died defending them, and they were stripped
away without so much as a whimper.  Apocalyptic.

Now all I ever hear anywhere in Los Angeles, if anything, is hour chimes, usually
during the day only (too many complaints at night from people trying to sleep).
Sometimes have been the Westminster Chimes.  Do they even do those in
Westminster any more?  They had 4 bells at the quarter hour: Do, Fa, Sol, Do;
followed by 8 bells at the half hour, first the original four, then: Do, Sol, La, Fa;
then at three quarter hour the half hour bells played and 4 more were added:
La, Sol, Fa, Do; and finally at the hour the three-quarter hour 12 bells rang
followed by 4 more: the same as the half hour 4 bells, Do, Sol, La, Fa, with a
slight pause followed by a low Fa bell, the same pause, the low Fa bell, etc.,
counting out the number of hours in the 12-hour cycle.  If it was 1:00 pm you
would have one low Fa bell.  These have all been Protestant church bells that I
have heard.  And they are all automated, electronic bells.  There may be some
churches left in America where manual bells are used, but I have no idea where
to find them.  

The most beautiful bells I ever heard was in Venice, Italy, at St. Mark's plaza.  
There are huge manual bells in the Campanile in one corner of the plaza about
40 meters away from the front doors of the church, and there is another large
bell on the opposite side, up on the roof, that is struck by the same bronze
statue of a man which has been striking it for centuries. The hammer, like a
sledge, that the statue holds has worn a huge divot in the side of the bell for
all to see even from below.  A serious part of the beauty is the hundreds of
wild pigeons that frequent the enormous square, for when the bells chime,
they take to the wing and move in waves, turning and soaring, basically doing
an impromptu ballet in flight, and their sight and sound fill the air with the
sound of the bells.  It happens all day, every hour, and also at portions of the
hour to a lesser degree.  Someone must have a steady job there.  The bell
tower rings in what appears to be a random mix of pitches and rhythms, which
slow down to leaving only the large bell counting out the hours.  It must weigh
several tons, for it is a huge, resonant and deep tone.

Whenever the Communists invaded a town, the first thing they attacked was
the Catholic Church bell tower, and they seemed to take great pleasure in
throwing the bells out of the tower to break them up on the ground outside.  
They must have been possessed by demons.  Why would someone work so
hard to earn a miserable place in hell, in eternity?