Day 4: Sweater Weather
Day 6: Good Friends

Day 5: Throwback Memories


The other day I walked into our butcher and saw this old cash register and thought "Hey! I can get a Throw Back Thursday post out of that!" My dad worked for NCR (National Cash Register Co.) for most of his working life. I took this picture to send to him, as I knew he'd get a kick out of it. 

When I was 2 weeks old my parents took me on my first trip to a small town in Idaho where he was sent to fix an old cash register. He must have thought it would be nice to have his new little family along for the trip. I have no memories of that time, but I've heard the story over and over. 


We lived in Pocatello, but dad traveled the whole state to repair old machines. Back then, cash registers were sturdy and well worth the effort to fix no matter how old they were. He traveled as far as Yellowstone Park, where the machines were vintage even in the 1950s. He would come home with stories of how he had to make parts for machines as old as the wild west!  Dad always had a pen protecter in his pocket and his sleeves rolled up to keep them from getting dirty and inky while he worked. We loved to  played with the pens in his pocket. I can still picture him relaxing in a chair, reading the paper and talking to us while he unwound from his day--white shirt, pen protector and tousled hair (he still run his fingers through his mop of hair). 


Those are great memories - I never knew your dad repaired cash registers! Thanks for sharing this.

What great memories, Margene. I love that old cash register -- and how fun that you could "send it" to your Dad! XO

That is a wonderful story, Margene! I've admired old cash registers in antique stores but never thought that traveling cash register repairman was a necessary job. I have a real respect for your Dad making parts for machines! If only necessary tools in everyday life now were as beautiful as they were back then.

What wonderful memories!

I love this story. Thanks for sharing.

Wonderful story! I lived in Ithaca, NY in my early adult years and there was a NCR facility across the road from my college. I've always been fascinated by old cash registers- have memories of them as a child here in the US when we'd visit my grandparents and cousins every three summers.

That's a great memory and story. That time of day when our dad came home from work and changed from Work Dad to Home Dad was always a big thing for us growing up....pocket protectors involved at our house, too. So cool that vintage cash registers will always make you think of your dad.

Aw, so sweet! Love that photo! We had a few old National Cash Registers come through the antique mall -- always so impressive!

I can hear the sound that register would make! Thanks for the wonderful story Margene. Dad coming home from work was always a great thing. :-)

Your dad must have been tickled to see that old cash register. Who knows, maybe it was one he even worked on.

Hey, fellow Poky girl! :)

Fun! I remember the older ones. They were in the restaurant I worked at as a kid. And then they were replaced because no one knew how to make accurate change.......

What a special memory and how great you can share it with your Dad! I learned a lot and loved the pic of you on your Dad's lap. Thanks for sharing.

Often the throwaway nature of today is disturbing. I remember a waffle iron that my mother had fixed--also a toaster. Can you imagine? Anyway, your story and the photo of the old cash register were enjoyable.

What a lovely memory and story!

isn't it wonderful how photos evoke memories and whole stories... thank you for sharing these with us!

Such a great story, Margene! When we moved here in 1995, the grocery store in town still used old style cash registers—the kind where you push the $10 key and the $2 key for something that costs $12—possibly from the 1950s, maybe 60s. They eventually had to replace them because the parts to fix them were scarce and expensive. No doubt, someone made parts to fix them through the years just like your dad did.

What a lovely memory. I am on a roll, writing down memories during the Nablopomo.

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