When I was a kid, treats and snacks were limited, but I could usually talk my mom into making popcorn at least once a month, usually on a Saturday night. It was made on the stovetop in a big cooking pot with regular vegetable oil and the cheapest popcorn kernels we could buy. It was seasoned with table salt and served in a large tin cake pan. Then I'd settle down in front of our RCA console color TV for a double-header of "Love Boat" and "Fantasy Island" or maybe the CBS Saturday Night Movie.
Sometimes my mom would spring for a more expensive popcorn brand like Jolly Time that came with it's own packet of yellow-colored seasoning. I loved that powdery salt. I told myself it tasted like butter (it didn't).
In my teen years, my desire for popcorn as a weekly snack got to the point that my mom finally bought a popcorn popper. It was a simple Mirro brand model; just an electric pot with a lid similar to this one, although ours had a clear plastic lid (this, by the way, was not my find).