We were the last house on the block to get color.
Just before Christmas 1975.
My dad had eight or nine black-and-white TV sets in the basement that people had given him. With that supply of spare parts and his military electronics training, he thought he’d never have to by another TV in his lifetime.
My mom forced him to buy a color set when us kids kept pestering her parents to come to their house to watch cartoons, the Thanksgiving Day parades, etc. in color.
Did not get cable until 1983 due to arcane political battles over who would get the franchise.
Ours was the first, in 1962. My parents also had the first TV on the block, back in 1947, the year they were married. The family story was that the living room in the second-floor walk-up (over the local bakery) consisted of two folding chairs, an orange crate, and the television. In '47 my father taught radio and TV repair, a GI teaching other GIs the career of the future. He would later become the TV repairman at downtown Wanamaker's in Philly, before taking an electronics job at the Philly Naval Shipyard, where he spent the remainder of his career, minus a three-year contract at Yokosuka NB, Japan. OTOH, my father never became was an amateur radio operator, and until his death in 1996, he refused to learn how to use a personal computer--he had lost his love for electronics when the integrated circuit replaced the transistor, which had replaced the vacuum tube. And that's more than anyone here needs to read :-)