Oh, I love the questions that call for personal reminiscences!
I grew up in the metropolitan area of a large city on the east coast of the USA, so I don't have any gardening memories (apart from the rose bushes my mother tried, unsuccessfully, to cultivate), but I most emphatically remember her informing me that she wasn't running a restaurant, so I'd better eat what was on the table or do without.
We did have our milk delivered by a milkman, and it came in glass bottles (one of my jobs as a little girl was to put the used bottles back in the metal crate after my mother washed them).
By the time I arrived, ice was no longer delivered for the icebox (though my grandmother, uncles, and mother often still called the refrigerator the icebox), and our washing machine was round with a wriger attached. It hooked up to the sink in the kitchen--kind of like a portable dishwasher (do they even still make portble dishwashers?).
I remember the rabbit ears on the TV well! The broadcasts were black and white, and when you shut off the TV, the image would shrink to a little gray dot that would slowly fade.
Would you believe I remember gas for 35 cents? My sister had a car that she could fill up for $6 and drive all over the place on it for a week. Since I didn't learn how to drive untiI I was in my twenties, the lowest price I recall paying was 50 cents a gallon--and the worst case scenario we could anticipate was the price going up to $1 a gallon!
My first husband and I had a stereo component set--turntable. speakers, and an 8-track player--and much later, one of our friends had the lineal ancestor of the DVD player. It was a machine that played movies on huge disks, about the size of a vinyl LP album cover. This was replaced by the videocassette tapes which were, in their turn, replaced by DVD's.
As a girl in junior high, I took the required (for girls) classes in cooking and sewing (the boys had wood and metal shop at that level), and it was simply unthinkable that a boy would learn how to cook or sew in school.
There's a lot more I remember, and I often think how surprised my mother and grandmother would be to see me using a computer the way I do--especially one right in my home!
Thanks for the chance to indulge in some nostalgia!