... and this is why I have a rotary phone. Saved for when I need it.

The clatter of keys on a manual typewriter, and on an electric typewriter too.

When I was a kid, in my grandmother's neighborhood in Paterson, NJ, a guy came around in a truck to sharpen knives and scissors; I remember the sound of that sharpening belt turning.

There was also a little truck that came around those streets with a small (4 sear) ferris wheel on the back and a bit of carnival-like music played to announce his arrival.

The sound of our milk box lid being closed in the very early morning hours.

Someday, the sound of my mailbox opening and closing (the one outside of my house) may be gone too.

The sound of listening to a vinyl record when the tone arm hits a scratch, and the music repeats over and over unless you nudge it or put a nickel on the tone arm to make it slide over the scratch.

The sound of an eight track player clacking as it changes tracks.

The threading sound of a motion picture projector.

Oh yes, and....the sound of a crank window in a vehicle being lowered! This one inspired by my 1992 Honda Civic. :)

I heard that John already mentioned the dot matrix printer...how about the sound of coins falling into the coin box of a pay phone, or the clink of the little door in the change return (where most of us used to check to see if anyone had forgotten to retrieve their change)? For that matter, the digital-sounding ring of my 6-year-old cell phone is quickly becoming a thing of the past, giving way to actual songs. The sound of the games of an original NES system.

These days, it seems like even the sound of a pen on paper is a thing of the past--how about the scratch of a fountain pen?