Posted on 05/19/2024 9:00:03 PM PDT by nickcarraway
Slender women, nice.
In the 1970s, you’d see a mother in the kitchen. Since then, the latchkey kids wait for her to come home from work.
Ash trays
Peak America. We were so far ahead of the world in 1970 it’s not even funny. All downhill from there.
A great decade
Well other than the 1974 Arab Oil Embargo ⛽ ⛽ ⛽ ⛽ ⛽ ⛽ ⛽ ⛽ ⛽ ⛽ ⛽ ⛽
and Jimmy Carter
Plus we had all the muscle cars from the
1960s and 1970s
I just filled up (almost)
About a block and a half from
where I bought gas for 42.9 in 1975
Tonight, 3.09.9, almost 50 years later
(Slender women, nice.)
And no tattoos all over her body
nor a nose-piercing
Most of the things listed were NOT found in the kitchen...
Roller Skates?
8 Track Tapes?
etc...
I still have a fondue set.
You havent lived until you've been to Graceland and have seen the carpet on the celling.
Avocado, of course.
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Do you use it?
I remember a place that the color scheme was avocado and tangerine, with a shag rug.
Have not used it in years. I also have an electric knife and we never use it either. We just forget about them.
The example I use is that we were knocking golf balls around on the moon more than a half century ago.
We used to have milk deliveries up until about 1975. We had a big family so the milk-man would com twice a week. The local dairy even gave us a small, open-top refrigerator for the milk
He would park his truck at the end of the driveway, and we could hear him whistling as he walked to the door. He would walk right into the kitchen without knocking, while we kids were eating breakfast. He would say hello to everyone, unload the milk, and walk out again.
We kids didn’t find it strange at all
That reminds me, moving furniture around in 1970 was no fun, it was heavy.
Amana Radar Range
Amana...leader in kitchen appliances since 1881.
I don’t think my mother had a fondue set or a electric knife, but we had a crepe pan, the kind with almost a dome. I don’t remember her making crepes after the very early 80s.
The most important thing in our mid-fifties kitchen was Mitzi, a wonderful cook and housekeeper who had escaped Austria and Hitler.
My mom was very pretty and charming but couldn’t scramble an egg.
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