From 1961. My parents held out for many years afterward, because they believed they already had a remote control -at least until the kids left home and stopped switching channels for them. (via Everlasting Blort)
My first interaction with a remote control was a B&W TV that had a mechanical contraption with gears on the back that advanced the 13 channel dial one number at a time. Made a lot of noise as it worked - k-chunk - k-chunk - k-chunk. So it was called the k'changer. That was the 60s.
In the late 90's, early 00's, our daughters grew up with the k'changer. Every. Remote. Was. A. k'changer.
Until my oldest had a sleepover one day and asked one of her friends to hand her the k'changer. You can imagine how that went. She has yet to let us forget about that. . . .
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Damn lazy whippersnappers, we had to trudge through shag carpeting, uphill both ways, to turn the knobs.
My first interaction with a remote control was a B&W TV that
had a mechanical contraption with gears on the back that
advanced the 13 channel dial one number at a time. Made
a lot of noise as it worked - k-chunk - k-chunk - k-chunk.
So it was called the k'changer. That was the 60s.
In the late 90's, early 00's, our daughters grew up with the
k'changer. Every. Remote. Was. A. k'changer.
Until my oldest had a sleepover one day and asked one of
her friends to hand her the k'changer. You can imagine how
that went. She has yet to let us forget about that. . . .
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