When I was young our TV was a radio. We took our weekly baths in a galvanized wash tub set by the oil stove in the living room. Hot water from a kettle on the cook stove.
I am an old fart for sure.
We had the weekly baths in a galvanized tub, as you said, but in the kitchen. The rest of the time it hung on a hook on the outside of the house. Outhouse out back. Running water at the kitchen sink. Flip the switch under the sink for the cistern pump. All of our water was either caught off of the roof, or hauled from town in a stock tank that my grandpa's brother had made a sealed lid for. We'd go to the waterworks in the small town 3 1/2 miles north of us. It was a 3 story building, and the operator would let down a tin can on a string, you put in the 75 cents or whatever, and then he turned on the water. The house had a rain gutter downspout with a flipper valve in it, and after it had rained a bit, someone would run out & flip it over to go through the filter system. Grandpa had made that out of an old freezer tank, the old type that was steel with a ceramic baked on finish. It was divided into two sections, with charcoal & sand as the filter material. Then a pipe that fed it down into the cistern. Craziest thing I remember about that cistern was one time when Dad pushed the lid aside to see how much water was left, our cat made a flying leap, right into the cistern. Fortunately there wasn't a lot of water left, because it meant pumping it all to waste, and then washing it out yet. (The cat lived, but was not a favorite after that.)
We did have a "Stereophonic" record player, with a radio in it. It even had FM. No TV or telephone. Well, we DID have an old crank telephone that Grandpa had rigged up, with one at their house as well, a quarter mile away. That way, Mom could talk to Grandma (her Mom), across the fields.
I'm not as old as all of this probably makes it sound - just 68 -- 69 late this year. Those were simple times. Sometimes I think I'd like to go back to that type of life. [My wife & I also had it pretty simple while we lived in an Indian village in the Brazilian Amazon (17 years). No running water (except in the creek), but later we hand-drilled a well (80 feet down), and installed a hand pump. At least then I didn't need to carry water up from the creek anymore, just in from the pump, not far in front of the house. (That well served the entire village.) We had a gas refrigerator for a while, until it sprung a leak.]