Someone asked me why I had set my book Cassandra in the 1980’s. It was a no-brainer really, first of all, I was a teenager in the 1980’s so I figured I could pull that off. Secondly, Cassandra can predict the future. She could predict things the reader knows happened.
Lastly, Cassandra as a teenager is a bit naive and isolated from the rest of the world. I couldn’t allow her the access to people and information that a modern teenager with smart phones and the Internet has. Access to information would have been too helpful!
Meanwhile, the 1980’s are a bit cool and retro now. I guess it had to happen eventually.
But it was not all big hair and pop music. From someone who was there here is the real deal on the 1980’s
We wrote letters. I wrote letters to my aunt and my grandmother and my pen pal Josephine who lived in Buenos Aires. When I went to boarding school I wrote letters to my parents, and when I was on holidays I wrote letters to my friends. We wrote letters and we waited. We waited and waited for a letter to come back. It takes way longer than a text message. Also, you have to buy stamps and go to the post office. It is a right hassle.
The upside – I have a box of letters. I still recognise my friends’ handwriting.
Why didn’t we use the telephone you ask? Sometimes we did, on special occasions but it was expensive. Local calls were 20 cents but STD calls! There were those dreaded STD beeps every 3 minutes to tell you the call costs were mounting. As a child, our house did not have a telephone. We would go next door to make a phone call. When I left home, some of the houses I rented just never had a phone.
All this meant I lost track of people. Friends I went to school with moved house and we never saw each other again until Zuckerberg invented Facebook.
To try and find someone you could try ‘directory’. I don’t even know if you can call directory anymore. You would call directory and a real person would answer the phone. You would say, I am looking for S Brown and I think they live in Woopydoo. They would say there is no number listed under that name and then you had an actual conversation. Well, maybe the phone is in this person’s name, can you try that, and maybe they actually live in this suburb, not that one. You and ‘directory’ (a real person not a machine!) formed a little detective agency for the length of the call.
Of course, there were no mobile phones. Hard to believe but true. I always kept a twenty cent piece secreted away in my wallet in case I was out and needed to make a phone call. I knew where all the best, most quiet phone boxes in the city were. When I told my children this little piece of history my daughter, then aged five, said – ‘That’s cruel.’
If you wanted to meet someone you had to arrange the time and place beforehand. In Brisbane we usually met outside of Hungry Jacks – now a police beat I think – but then it was raised seating area where the punks with their giant Mohawks spent their day. If your friend did not turn up you gave them half an hour on the assumption that they missed their bus or train. An hour on Sundays. You could not text them and say ‘where r u’.
If you wanted concert tickets you had to stand in line at the ticket booth.
If you wanted to go to the movies you had to buy a newspaper to see the movie times.
If you wanted information you had to go the library. Then you had to look through cute little drawers filled with cards to find where that book might be.
If you wanted to own music you had to go to the store and buy a record or a tape. Or you could get a friend and record from their record onto a tape. Or if you were really flash you had a tape to tape deck and you could record from a tape to a tape. I had one of those! Just call me flash.
If you wanted to take a photo, you had to load the film, think real hard because there was likely only 24 possible photos on the film. Point and shoot. Take the full film to be developed. See that every photo you took was shit.
Gosh, I can’t think of any more right now. What do you remember about living in the 1980’s?