Posted on 02/05/2024 3:40:25 PM PST by DallasBiff
There was a lot about the 70s that sucked (not going to list it all here). But, on the flip side, people were still mostly sane and it was a pretty stylish decade. The culture was not yet in the toilet (even with disco).
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In the late 70s we could eat free at the Hare Krishna Temple, and man was it good, their cooking was an offering and every dish was magnificent.
**I personally had a good time growing up in the 70s. Maybe it’s because I lived in a small town.**
Same, except I was a farm kid that lived a few miles from a small town. Got my drivers license in 70, and drove into the small town 2-3 times a week. By 74, so many of the girls close to my age were married, that I began driving to a metro area 25 miles away to seek the right girl. Found her there in 77. Married her in 78. Yep, a great decade in that respect.
The Carter administration was horrible, to say the least.
High inflation, energy crisis, Iran, Afghanistan, general Western funk.
Britain had it worse. Militant unions. General hopelessness.
You could find the Hare Krishnas begging for money at all major airports. Saw them at Tulsa and Denver airports. Quite a pain to travelers.
One Christmas they dressed up as Santa Claus and begged money on street corners in Denver.
I doubt if the writer of this was there. In 1967, just about every woman wore a mini-skirt--even women who didn't like that fashion trend--because it was the only skirt available in clothing stores. That year, students at Tustin High School in Tustin, Calif. complained that female students couldn't find dresses in clothing stores that met the school's dress code that banned short dresses and skirts.
I went to an art theater to see a documentary about Studio 54 about 5 years ago. It was pretty interesting.
72-76, at Gonzaga University.
76, entered active duty at Fort Bliss: Officers' Basic Course, followed by Jump School at Benning.
77-81, stationed in Germany, lived off base in the town of Traben-Trarbach, on the Mosel River. TDY during the summer of 79 at a German AA firing range at Todendorf. I was the XO, was usually in command due to CO resolving marital problems at home station, 400 miles to the South.
Was never bored, only one job really sucked: Systems Maintenance Officer. It had all of the responsibility, but without any authority. Platoon Leader (3 platoons), XO, Assistant Operations Officer (S-3), Assistant S-4/Property Book Officer, and S-4.
Word spread fast that I had a degree in Public Accounting, higher HQ knew they couldn't eff with us. Had a short side gig auditing the books of the Spangdahlem Officers Wives Club for two years.
My daily commute took me through the Urziger Weingarten vineyards.
Yep, 70s were pretty awesome for me.
I distinctly recall the ‘60s ending on December 31, 1969.
I wasn’t born yet, but there are a lot of things I like from the 1970s.
While I didn’t have any chick posters, the actress that had the ‘look’ in the seventies (imo) was Jennifer O’Neill. And when one compares pics of my 20something wife to Ms O’Neill, the thought of ‘younger sister?’ might pop up. Very similar indeed .
It depends on how you look at it. There was a lot of bad political and economic stuff going on. I wasn’t old enough for that to matter much to me, although I look at ‘70s now as the time when things started going ‘round the bend.
I was in high school from ‘71 to ‘75. One of my favorite teachers died the other day at the age of 94. That prompted me to dig out my old yearbooks and thumb through them. I scanned the faces of old friends and people I had forgotten, the cute girls, the great teachers, the good times. How normal we all were. I graduated from college in 1979. It was a positive experience. I can’t even imagine being in college now.
For me, the ‘70s were pretty good.
Cultural decades don’t follow a calendar.
I thougt the 70’s were good until ‘73. Then there was the Oil Embargo and Paper Shortage and everything seemed to suck with a smattering of fun until January, 1980 when it began to turn around.
Disco and avocado green.
I bought a 71 Mach 1 in summer of 73. It was sharp, but with a dog of a v8: the 351 Windsor. By that time it had also seen 3 winters of road salt. The original owner commuted almost 80 miles round trip per work day year round. By the spring of 76 paint was bubbling bad in many places, especially below the tail lights. 5 1/2 years old, and becoming structurally unsound.
On April 1, 1972, I received the letter notifying I had been selected for an Army ROTC 4 year scholarship. It was the most lucrative scholarship of my 550+ graduating class: all academic expenses paid at any college or university with ROTC.
Two days later, the word got out, and I was a pariah on campus my last two months. The verbal abuse was nonstop. Teachers told me how "disappointed" they were with my decision. The only teacher that I recall publicly supporting me was my calculus teacher, who was a former Jesuit priest who taught at Marquette...he was thrilled I was matriculating at Gonzaga.
I've never been back. I live in Texas, not much sense in traveling 1500 miles for a 4-5 hour event. I became a naturalized Texan when I reported for active duty at Fort Bliss, on 7/8/1976.
...And as you can tell, I was just a kid.
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