Posted on 10/09/2018 7:29:41 PM PDT by vannrox
This is a walk down “memory lane” as I relate what it was like growing up as a young boy in the early 1970’s. I was in my early teenage years. I went to school, watched a lot of television, and played with my friends. Enjoy…
As strange as it seems, there is very little on the internet about what it was like growing up in the 1960’s and 1970’s. It’s almost as if it was scrubbed from existence. In it’s place we now have the Obama narrative of a racist nation and terrible injustices. That narrative has nothing to do with reality. It is a scripted lie intended to manipulate people into believing something that just isn’t true.
Here, in my own little way, I would like to relate some stories of what it was like for me growing up as a kid. For “shits and giggles” I have chosen the year of 1971. It was the last year that I had as a kid before I had to go out and work at 14 in the coal mines.
This narrative takes place in Western Pennsylvania. We lived in a small town about a two hour drive from Pittsburgh. It was a hilly and tree shaded world, with railroad spur lines that snaked in and out of the hills and crossed over viaducts and into tunnels. I well knew those lines as I would often walk along them with my friends on hikes and adventures.
Visiting my Aunties
Many weekends my parents would drive into Pittsburgh to visit my relatives. Both were from Pittsburgh, though from different areas. We would take turns visiting the families. In the morning we would visit my father’s family, and in the afternoon we would visit my mother’s family.
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STAR WARS! Princess Leia, hotter than a supernova.
Is this boy playing an Oboe
or using a Bong? Last time I looked, they are not interchangeable.
Great read! So many memories come flooding back.. Will share tomorrow.. Way past my bedtime!
Cool, you were into telescopes too.
We used to go to the feed store and buy bulk saltpeter for .50/lb. Mix with sugar and light it to make one heck of a smoke bomba.
BOOKMARK
Ping
I’m not in that pic.
>>As strange as it seems, there is very little on the internet about what it was like growing up in the 1960’s and 1970’s. It’s almost as if it was scrubbed from existence. In it’s place we now have the Obama narrative of a racist nation and terrible injustices.
Obama grew up in Indonesia and the far off state Hawaii.
He didn’t “experience” the America he railed against.
He pretended he was too young to be aware of Bill Ayers’ bombing of the Pentagon May 19, 1972. Obama was ten and a half at the time (born August 4, 1961).
I think the ZPG (Zero Population Growth) scare came before “global warming/cooling” and was used to get the West to kill itself off through “family planning”. The rest of the world continues to reproduce and we import them because our masters say “we need more people”.
Bump for later
A really fun read. Glad you survived.
Bkmrk
Most striking to me is how little unsupervised/organized outdoors time they have today. Go through the suburbs after schools and on weekends and it is a veritable ghost town except for some adults popping in and out.
I was a teenager in the early 70s, got a job at McDonalds, worked my way up, bought a car before I was out of high school. Went to summer school and graduated a year early.
The Zew!!!! And concerts at Reunion Arena in the 80s! Miss those days.
I was an accident prone kid anyway, but it has occurred to me later in life that I do feel lucky...probably most boys feel that way at some point...that I made it out of childhood. I lacked commonsense, and often did things that were just downright stupid...for much of my young life, I DID think I was stupid.
I went through the first thirty years of my life being unable to visualize myself past the age of 30...which is odd. Even until my mid-twenties, it seemed as though there was a veil beyond which I couldn’t see.
It was mildly (very mildly) unsettling, and for a while I thought it was an omen to me that I was going to die at age 30.
Then, when I turned 30, boom. I could visualize myself as an old decrepit man with gray hair and suspenders, but I couldn’t before that. Isn’t that weird?
I know Spielberg is a Leftist weenie, but his formulations he uses to hook his watchers, even though completely apparent to me and timeworn...appealed to me.
I really liked “Super 8” though I don’t think it did all that well.
One of my favorite movies is “Stand By Me”. It seemed to capture the way I felt my childhood was in many ways, even though it was a movie...
“Chopper! SIC BALLS!” Hehehehe...
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