It's all a matter of perspective, of course.
Like you, Mama, I much prefer the old-timey stuff. Indeed, Friend Wife and I are reenactors, and live as much in the 18th century as in this one.
When my mother was alive she used to laugh at the idea. "The good old days are right now," she'd insist. And she'd probably roll over in her grave if she knew what I paid for an antique jelly cabinent almost the twim to one she'd thrown away. And then spent even more money to refinish it. :o
I'm definately with you on the towel thing. And I keep threatening the same thing, because there is nobody making lint-free towels in the size I want.
In the bathroom, maybe. But for anywhere else, the man who invented terrycloth needs to be taken out behind the barn.
BTW, flour in larger sizes (i.e., 25-lb, 50-lb) now comes in plastic sacks, just like animal feed. Something has really gone out of the world when you can't even recycle a flour sack.
Smashing beer cans was one thing. Even more impressive were the guys who could "open" a beer can just by squeezing it in one hand. For you young whippersnappers, you have to understand that the cans were 1. made of steel, and 2. there were no such things as pull tabs. Squeeze it right and the can literally exploded. Squeeze it wrong and you were just a whimp.
And does anyone know why a punch-style can opener is called a church key?