Posted on 10/02/2001 10:38:59 AM PDT by WIMom
Last night, there was an anti baby boom thread that started with a rant, and before some disruptor trashed it, some of us who were born at the tail end of the baby boom - from 1956 to 1964 - were having some nice recollections. The things that we seem to have in common are the following:
1. We were too young to serve in Vietnam, but remember the news.
2. As far as we're concerned, the music, television and popular entertainment and heroes of the 60s were and still are a matter for personal taste, and don't represent the shining apex of all civilization, icons to be revered by generations to come - in short, the Beatles were just a band that some might not like, and old Trek was cheesy and not well written.
3. Old boomers came into adulthood at the ideal economic circumstance - we've had to work for ours.
4. Our clothes and music tended to be lighthearted, and we are more conservative/libertarian as a whole than the older boomers.
So post your memories of tunes, movies, shows, fashions, school stuff, etc.
And enjoy yourselves!
We forgive you. Thanks for the great thread.
Oh geez, my second car was a Levi's Gremlin...
I'm amazed that no one has mention those glass "clacker" balls on strings that you could play with until they shattered into a million bits and lodged in your eyes. Or the Amazing Stretch Armstrong (TM) with mysterious radioactive red goo... man he was fantastic. My husband actually managed to stretch him through an entire house, around corners and everything, hoping to create a giant Armstrong backlash, but he just kinda oooozed back into place when let go. Bummer...
I always wanted a Dorothy Hamil cut but had horrible hair and mom's home perms didn't help.
The white go go boots with the poncho was real fashion statement along with my poodle hair.
btw..can I buy a $1's worth from ya?
Jimmy Carter
Speed Racer
The Band "M"
The Posiedon Adventure
Evel Kneival
ABC's Wide World of Sports
"School's out forever...."
Duncan Spin-tops
When we got our first color set, the first show we watched was the old BIll Cosby show... the one where he was a PE teacher.
I'm amazed that no one has mention those glass "clacker" balls on strings that you could play with until they shattered into a million bits and lodged in your eyes. Or the Amazing Stretch Armstrong (TM) with mysterious radioactive red goo... man he was fantastic. My husband actually managed to stretch him through an entire house, around corners and everything, hoping to create a giant Armstrong backlash, but he just kinda oooozed back into place when let go. Bummer...
All the 70's sucked. Jimmy Carter SUCKED.
I remember registering to vote in 1978. Voted for Reagan when I was 18. Still have the ballot stubs.
Hippies sucked and still suck. I feel like every single single thing that movement touched is still rotting away within the soul of our country.
Nostalgia sucks. This thread is pretty much something a hippy would spend a lot of time doing.
I did like Monty Python, even though they were all a bunch of hippies.
"He's not dead, He's just pining for the fjords." ;-)
As the son of a son of a sailor,
I went out on the sea for adventure,
Expanding ther view of the captain and crew
Like a man just released from indenture.
As a dreamer of dreams and a travelin' man,
I have chalked up many a mile.
Read dozens of books about heroes and crooks,
And I've learned much from both of their styles.
Son of a son, son of a son, son of a son of a sailor.
Son of a gun; load the last ton
One step ahead of the jailer.
Now away in the near future, southeast of disorder,
You can shake the hand of the mango man
As he greets you at the border.
And the lady she hails from Trinidad,
Island of the spices.
Salt for your meat and cinnamon sweet,
And the rum is for all your good vices.
Haul the sheet in as we ride on the wind that our
Forefathers harnessed before us.
Hear the bells ring as the tide rigging sings.
It's a son of a gun of a chorus.
Where it all ends I can't fathom, my friends.
If I knew, I might toss out my anchor.
So I'll cruise along always searchin' for songs,
Not a lawyer, a thief or a banker.
But a son of a son, son of a son, son of a son of a sailor.
Son of a gun, load the last ton
One step ahead of the jailer
I'm just a son of a son, son of a son, son of a son of a sailor
The sea's in my veins, my tradition remains.
I'm just glad I don't live in a trailer.
I went to a VERY un-PC Texas High School in the 70's.
We had 'Slave Day', where the teachers and seniors got auctioned off to the rest of the students for a day. We got to dress them in silly costumes, and they had to carry our books from class to class.
We also had the 'Redneck Rodeo' - the biggest event was where 'kickers' would save their Skoal cans all year, stack and glue them together, and jump over them on tricycles.
The only soap opera I ever watched- Dark Shadows
BTW, I had a Schwinn Sting Ray (green) A few years later, managed to swing an Orange Krate out of the old man and then I was da' man!
I'm gonna have to get back to you on all the memories like rushing home after school to grab a twinkie and off to one of the other houses on the block to catch Batman. Or, getting out of the house every summer morning to build stuff (rafts, treehouses) and explore all day, not returning home 'til we heard the dinner bell. Camping with my pals in the woods behind the house. Building Matchbox towns in the dirt pit out back, heck, I still have a few of my old HotWheels and Matchbox cars on display right now in my football-watching room.
I could go on, and probably will, but I gotta run. GREAT THREAD!
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