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Guitarmans Friend , USA, A Day In The Garden music festival 1969
I remember the '69 and '94 Woodstock concerts very well. The 94 one was so loud that My friends and I could hear it almost 20 miles away across the Hudson river north, up in Pine Plains NY. You could hear the drum beats and other sounds depending on how the wind was. At the same time that was going on they also had "A Day In The Garden" at Yasgar's farm outside of Bethel, NY and a bunch of my friends and I went there, leaving Copake, NY at night and getting there in time to see some great music. The 69 festival was just awesome. There are no words to describe the nice people I met and the music was something I will never forget. I met Mike Lang there and he was one of the folks putting on the festival and the latter ones as well. He still lives in the area and looks the smae too!! Wish that I did. I miss those days and am sad to think of all of the great talent that was lost through the years. Jimi and Janis were so great to see and hear. Jimi rented a house outside of the town of Ashokan off of route 28 and he played at tinker street cafe' and was a blast to meet him. He was a great, shy, funny man and a great artist too. He drew some really funny cartoons!! I miss him to this day and can't look at a guitar or a corvette and not think of him. We had alot of fun. Wish I could go back in time.
Love to all!!!
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Challenger Explodes
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oliver ludwig, Georgia, Challenger
when the challenger went up into space and exploded with one of the best teachers and then it blew up, and all the crew and the teacher died. A very sad moment for everybody. the year of 1984, or somwhere in that area
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The year was 1986 and the teachers name was Christa MacAuliffe
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oliver ludwig, Georgia, Challenger
when the challenger went up into space and exploded with one of the best teachers and then it blew up, and all the crew and the teacher died. A very sad moment for everybody. the year of 1984, or somwhere in that area
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The year was 1986 and the teachers name was Christa MacAuliffe
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911 Day Stays With You
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chrisnyc, United States, 911
911 it's amazing how that day stays with you. Perhaps that how it should be. I live in NYC. It took me a good solid year to start to feel normal again after 9/11/2001.
chrisnyc, United States, 911
911 it's amazing how that day stays with you. Perhaps that how it should be. I live in NYC. It took me a good solid year to start to feel normal again after 9/11/2001.
My First Job Camp Counselor
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Dan , United States, My First Job Camp Counselor
My first job was as a Camp councilor
I was 17 and the job was to try to keep ten active ten-, 11- and 12-year-olds in some sort of order and to stop them killing one another or themselves. The activities, included taking them camping in the woods
The camp was for kids from poor inner city families and other councellors came mostly from universities in the Midwest.
I did not realise how responsible I would feel for these kids as I just thought I would be looking after them but soon realised that I worried about each one of the kids and how they were coping with the outdoors life.
There were some other advantages though as half of the councilors were girls so that helped to ease the stress, but looking after the kids seemed like a 24hr job sometimes and I think they must of tried every trick there was to stop any time romance long after they were supposed to be in bed and asleep
I learnt alot about myself on that trip and about life outside of what had been my experience as these inner city kids were much more street wise at 11 than I was at 17 , I did manage to save a small amount from my job but I think the experience was much more important than any money I earned.
Dan , United States, My First Job Camp Counselor
My first job was as a Camp councilor
I was 17 and the job was to try to keep ten active ten-, 11- and 12-year-olds in some sort of order and to stop them killing one another or themselves. The activities, included taking them camping in the woods
The camp was for kids from poor inner city families and other councellors came mostly from universities in the Midwest.
I did not realise how responsible I would feel for these kids as I just thought I would be looking after them but soon realised that I worried about each one of the kids and how they were coping with the outdoors life.
There were some other advantages though as half of the councilors were girls so that helped to ease the stress, but looking after the kids seemed like a 24hr job sometimes and I think they must of tried every trick there was to stop any time romance long after they were supposed to be in bed and asleep
I learnt alot about myself on that trip and about life outside of what had been my experience as these inner city kids were much more street wise at 11 than I was at 17 , I did manage to save a small amount from my job but I think the experience was much more important than any money I earned.
Old Fashioned Butchers
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John , UK, Old Fashioned Butchers
As a 12 year old boy in the early 60's I can remember going to the butchers for my mum and waiting while he made a pound of mince . This was a small butchers in a parade of shops that included a greengrocer, newsagents, butcher and a sweet shop. Whole chickens would be hanging in the shop from hooks and they would be plucked when you bought them , generally there was sawdust on the floors and a strange smell that was very different to any other .
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John , UK, Old Fashioned Butchers
As a 12 year old boy in the early 60's I can remember going to the butchers for my mum and waiting while he made a pound of mince . This was a small butchers in a parade of shops that included a greengrocer, newsagents, butcher and a sweet shop. Whole chickens would be hanging in the shop from hooks and they would be plucked when you bought them , generally there was sawdust on the floors and a strange smell that was very different to any other .
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My First Ever Mobile Phone
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Scott, First Ever Mobile Phone
I went to look at a new VOIP mobile phone today , it had every gadget possible and it reminded me of my first Mobile Phone.
Well it wasn't mine exactly it was provided by the company I worked for as a field engineer , I do remember it was made by motorolla and was heavy mostly due to the size of the battery which had to be charged each night, it was about the size of a 12 pack of soda and was about twice the weight , When you wanted to make a call it was best to keep stopping until you got a signal and then try and dial the number even then I would guess it picked up a signal 1 time in 5 and 50% of calls would drop out, all my friends envied me but after lugging it round for 2 weeks I hated it and realised the person who would gain the most from this was my boss, I think is was about 1987 but not fully sure . How things have changed in such a short time.
Scott, First Ever Mobile Phone
I went to look at a new VOIP mobile phone today , it had every gadget possible and it reminded me of my first Mobile Phone.
Well it wasn't mine exactly it was provided by the company I worked for as a field engineer , I do remember it was made by motorolla and was heavy mostly due to the size of the battery which had to be charged each night, it was about the size of a 12 pack of soda and was about twice the weight , When you wanted to make a call it was best to keep stopping until you got a signal and then try and dial the number even then I would guess it picked up a signal 1 time in 5 and 50% of calls would drop out, all my friends envied me but after lugging it round for 2 weeks I hated it and realised the person who would gain the most from this was my boss, I think is was about 1987 but not fully sure . How things have changed in such a short time.
The Death of Kurt Cobain 1994
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Chad A. Hagy, USA, Kurt Cobain
I was a senior in high school in 1994. It was the height of the grunge rock era. The signature of grunge rock was ripped jeans, t-shirts underneath flannel shirts, and Chuck Taylor shoes (Converse high tops, as they are typically known). I bought in to the grunge style mainly because it was easy, but I also identified with the music that preached about teen angst and questioning authority.
The hesitant leader of this movement was Kurt Cobain – the lead singer of the band Nirvana. Their song “Smells Like Teen Spirit” hit the radio waves a couple years earlier and in 1994, the band was at the height of its popularity. April 5, 1994 is a day that I will always remember, though. I came home from school and plastered all over the news was the apparent suicide of Kurt Cobain. It was all over MTV. In fact, they had 24-hour news coverage of it which lasted well into the next day. And me, being the type of person that likes to document everything that happens in my life, started the video recorder and taped as much of the news coverage as I could. As a matter of fact, I still have those tapes in my collection.
The next few weeks, I was affected by the news of his death. I wasn’t one of those people that cried over it. After all, it’s not like I knew the guy personally. But I wondered about why his life was so bad. He just had a baby and he was one of the most successful rock stars in history. With only a few more weeks of school, I made an homage to Kurt Cobain every chance I could. Through class assignments, oral presentations, and constantly playing my Nirvana CDs in my Astro van, I tried to expose as many people as I could to the genius that was Kurt Cobain.
Chad A. Hagy, USA, Kurt Cobain
I was a senior in high school in 1994. It was the height of the grunge rock era. The signature of grunge rock was ripped jeans, t-shirts underneath flannel shirts, and Chuck Taylor shoes (Converse high tops, as they are typically known). I bought in to the grunge style mainly because it was easy, but I also identified with the music that preached about teen angst and questioning authority.
The hesitant leader of this movement was Kurt Cobain – the lead singer of the band Nirvana. Their song “Smells Like Teen Spirit” hit the radio waves a couple years earlier and in 1994, the band was at the height of its popularity. April 5, 1994 is a day that I will always remember, though. I came home from school and plastered all over the news was the apparent suicide of Kurt Cobain. It was all over MTV. In fact, they had 24-hour news coverage of it which lasted well into the next day. And me, being the type of person that likes to document everything that happens in my life, started the video recorder and taped as much of the news coverage as I could. As a matter of fact, I still have those tapes in my collection.
The next few weeks, I was affected by the news of his death. I wasn’t one of those people that cried over it. After all, it’s not like I knew the guy personally. But I wondered about why his life was so bad. He just had a baby and he was one of the most successful rock stars in history. With only a few more weeks of school, I made an homage to Kurt Cobain every chance I could. Through class assignments, oral presentations, and constantly playing my Nirvana CDs in my Astro van, I tried to expose as many people as I could to the genius that was Kurt Cobain.
September 11th- A Day of Victims and Heroes
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A Citizen of the United States , September 11th- A Day of Victims and Heroes
The sun was very bright that day as I drove my older son to 1st grade, chatter filling the car as he talked about all the things he was going to do at school and about hockey that week. It was to be an ordinary day it seemed. I dropped him off at school and drove on to complete the errands of the day. My husband at the time was to go to base for paperwork for his reserve duty that he was to perform that weekend when I turned the radio on. Where there was usually idle chatter and music, there was panic and repeated silence. It was hard to make out what was going on at first, as everyone seemed to chime in at once when talk would resume. When I finally came to realize what it was that they were saying, it was very hard to wrap my mind around the thought of terror on our own soil. However, that was the events that were unfolding as I listened to ABC and Fox news. A plane had slammed into the World Trade Center in New York City. I rushed home to tell my husband but he already knew. He was being told to report to base immediately. Not only frightening for him and myself, but for the rest of the nation who were receiving the same phone calls that fateful morning. As I walked around the house listening to him get ready to leave, the second plane crashed into the other tower. It was extremely surreal to watch the billow of smoke rise up from the window panes of the once tall and ominous buildings. Then in a flash a new vision popped up on the screen of our television set, the pentagon was in flames, then a field in Pennsylvania. Our nation was under siege and we were helpless for the first time in our nation’s history. There was no siren, no hurricane warning to alert us to danger as in natural disaster. It was terror in a instant, destruction that had no rhyme nor reason just intent of mass chaos and turmoil as far reaching as anything ever felt on this great nations soil.
As I watched the television, holding on to the baby and wanting to go and hold my 1st grader, I remember seeing the people running down the streets of New York. I remember seeing the people pouring out of the Pentagon and coming out of the subways of D.C. ,watching the emergency vehicles covering the fields in rural Pennsylvania knowing that there was no one walking away and that there would be no tears of joy coming from that field today or any day. Then I started to think, there were heroes there that day. As the news started to report of the passengers that had divert that plane from hitting targets in Washington D.C, maybe there will be tears of joy there. Maybe there will be tears of joy all around this great nation. Maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow, but eventually people will see the good that rest of the nation saw that day. The people that ran into the buildings to pull others from the wreckage, those who stated the famous “ Let’s Roll” and took a plane down knowing that their lives were over the minute they made that decision. Those are the things that we need to remember from that day. We should never forget the destruction, or the pain. However, what we should let live in our memories are the heroes of that day. Those who lived and who lost their lives in the passion for this great nation we call home. We may be divided, we may be lost, but we are still America. We still hold the torch of Freedom that so many long to feel, taste, and cling to. We are still the land of the plenty were dreams are not only dreams but realities to many. I remember that so many lives were changed that day including mine. These are events that change the shape of our country. We can choose to stand beside them or we can choose to turn from them. My choice is to remember all those who stood strong that day and were not deterred by the self-righteous. That they came in blazing with courage and strength, knowing that they too might lose their lives while fighting the falling rubble and unsteady buildings. That day was a day of victims and heroes both. May they both live on in the memory of all that read history.
A Citizen of the United States , September 11th- A Day of Victims and Heroes
The sun was very bright that day as I drove my older son to 1st grade, chatter filling the car as he talked about all the things he was going to do at school and about hockey that week. It was to be an ordinary day it seemed. I dropped him off at school and drove on to complete the errands of the day. My husband at the time was to go to base for paperwork for his reserve duty that he was to perform that weekend when I turned the radio on. Where there was usually idle chatter and music, there was panic and repeated silence. It was hard to make out what was going on at first, as everyone seemed to chime in at once when talk would resume. When I finally came to realize what it was that they were saying, it was very hard to wrap my mind around the thought of terror on our own soil. However, that was the events that were unfolding as I listened to ABC and Fox news. A plane had slammed into the World Trade Center in New York City. I rushed home to tell my husband but he already knew. He was being told to report to base immediately. Not only frightening for him and myself, but for the rest of the nation who were receiving the same phone calls that fateful morning. As I walked around the house listening to him get ready to leave, the second plane crashed into the other tower. It was extremely surreal to watch the billow of smoke rise up from the window panes of the once tall and ominous buildings. Then in a flash a new vision popped up on the screen of our television set, the pentagon was in flames, then a field in Pennsylvania. Our nation was under siege and we were helpless for the first time in our nation’s history. There was no siren, no hurricane warning to alert us to danger as in natural disaster. It was terror in a instant, destruction that had no rhyme nor reason just intent of mass chaos and turmoil as far reaching as anything ever felt on this great nations soil.
As I watched the television, holding on to the baby and wanting to go and hold my 1st grader, I remember seeing the people running down the streets of New York. I remember seeing the people pouring out of the Pentagon and coming out of the subways of D.C. ,watching the emergency vehicles covering the fields in rural Pennsylvania knowing that there was no one walking away and that there would be no tears of joy coming from that field today or any day. Then I started to think, there were heroes there that day. As the news started to report of the passengers that had divert that plane from hitting targets in Washington D.C, maybe there will be tears of joy there. Maybe there will be tears of joy all around this great nation. Maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow, but eventually people will see the good that rest of the nation saw that day. The people that ran into the buildings to pull others from the wreckage, those who stated the famous “ Let’s Roll” and took a plane down knowing that their lives were over the minute they made that decision. Those are the things that we need to remember from that day. We should never forget the destruction, or the pain. However, what we should let live in our memories are the heroes of that day. Those who lived and who lost their lives in the passion for this great nation we call home. We may be divided, we may be lost, but we are still America. We still hold the torch of Freedom that so many long to feel, taste, and cling to. We are still the land of the plenty were dreams are not only dreams but realities to many. I remember that so many lives were changed that day including mine. These are events that change the shape of our country. We can choose to stand beside them or we can choose to turn from them. My choice is to remember all those who stood strong that day and were not deterred by the self-righteous. That they came in blazing with courage and strength, knowing that they too might lose their lives while fighting the falling rubble and unsteady buildings. That day was a day of victims and heroes both. May they both live on in the memory of all that read history.
the great 80s
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lubosghirl30, United Kingdom, The Great 80's
The 80's were so good brings back loads of memories off my teen years best days of my life i miss them so much
Louise
Callie Video Memory
Our First Video Memory Posted on The People History From Callie
I grew up with my dad's hobbies and one of them was he decided he wanted a Pilots Licence, so he wet and got himself a pilots License and I was probably around between the ages of 8 and 10 and he would go to his little airport called Westosha and we would go and hire his little 2 seater piper cub and we would go up there and he would practice his stunts and I loved it looking forward to the weekends because he would haul me with him , we would go up in the airplane and he would stall and flip it around that was great when your a kid. It was a lot of fun
I grew up with my dad's hobbies and one of them was he decided he wanted a Pilots Licence, so he wet and got himself a pilots License and I was probably around between the ages of 8 and 10 and he would go to his little airport called Westosha and we would go and hire his little 2 seater piper cub and we would go up there and he would practice his stunts and I loved it looking forward to the weekends because he would haul me with him , we would go up in the airplane and he would stall and flip it around that was great when your a kid. It was a lot of fun
My 60s Memories by George
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George Armstrong, United States, My memories of the 60's
I was born in 1960. I don't remember too much except the following:
1) My mother had a yellow Triumph convertable and she was 27. She was trying to get her driver's license.
2) Going to the third grade - I hated wearing plaid shirts. I had a crush on the girl up the street.
3) The Beatles were everywhere.
4) I remember the 67 Mustang and watching Vietnam on black and white TV.
5) I remember my fathers BelAir and my grandfathers flamingo pink Cadillac the the big tailfins.
6) Neil Armstrong lands on the moon, 1969!
7) I remember the Kennedy's getting assassinated and everyone was sad.
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George Armstrong, United States, My memories of the 60's
I was born in 1960. I don't remember too much except the following:
1) My mother had a yellow Triumph convertable and she was 27. She was trying to get her driver's license.
2) Going to the third grade - I hated wearing plaid shirts. I had a crush on the girl up the street.
3) The Beatles were everywhere.
4) I remember the 67 Mustang and watching Vietnam on black and white TV.
5) I remember my fathers BelAir and my grandfathers flamingo pink Cadillac the the big tailfins.
6) Neil Armstrong lands on the moon, 1969!
7) I remember the Kennedy's getting assassinated and everyone was sad.
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Growing up in Costa Rica in the 1980s
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Darius, Costa Rica, Growing up in Costa Rica in the 80's
Some days in our lives are unforgettable. You just close your eyes and just like a movie, images start running in your head; even sounds if you pay attention. Smells? Why not. Actually, smells are recognized memory triggers. Maybe that high school girlfriend or the smell of some food or candy that is not the same anymore. It was a rainy day as most days are in my country on this season, -or should I say ‘were’?...Global warming changes everything - March, is hot, is cold and humid. As topical as you can get. I was 11 years old by then. A year younger than the average 12. That was my moms decision cause my brother, who was only 11 months older than I, used to cry at kindergarten. I was interrupted from my beautiful routine of games and experiments. I never liked school, or maybe I did like it but not the act of waking up early every day, taking a cold shower (I could not take hot water showers because of a medical condition) and as I was smaller than the rest of my classmates, they always were challenging my nerves. My brother, on the other hand, was placed on another group. We were both on seventh grade but because of faith or whatever, the alphabetical order divided our path that we shared with up and downs and one expulsion or too through the whole seven years at school (taking into account kindergarten of course). It felt as a divorce somehow. New friends, new enemies, new challenges and choices. It was exiting and terrifying at the same time. A new girl to conquer, - or the first I would have the nerve to talk to -, a new fight that would establish me as the king. Well, the king of dwarfs maybe. And the teachers. A new English teacher obviously with a personality disorder ,i.e. looks like a man, speaks like a woman. The monster? There is always a monster. In this case, a mathematics professor, a woman with a scary look. They called her a lot of names, but my classmates, mostly the ones repeating the seventh grade, told us bump rising stories about her. Even teachers were afraid of talking to her. As I write this, I get transported to that time. 1985, a year of changes and discoveries that marked a milestone in my life. What happened in that year from my perspective? That is the subject of my next article. By the way, all this happened in Costa Rica. My dear country and personal paradise on earth.
Altamont Concert Rolling Stones
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Bo, United States, Altamont Concert Rolling Stones
ALTAMONT Went to Sears Point where the concert was to be. Saw signs along the road ROLLING, STONES, GO, HOME . The radio annoucement came on saying the concert was moved to Altamont, we drove the mustang to the Altamont pass where we parked in the middle of the road, trapped in by cars in front cars behind. Walked towards what we thought was the entrance. Slept under a volkswagon bus, woke up early in the morning surrounded by thousands, People started pushing and you couldn't help but get sucked in. People got trampled, jumped over one guys legs, thank god I didn't fall! Finnally got out of the vacuum and ran towards the stage.We wound up on the little knoll to the right of the stage ( great view). Santana came on party was on! But the show was all around me everyone was stoned, alot of bad drugs people very aggitated. Alot of pushing and fighting on and near the stage (glad I wasn't right down front). People all day long looking for the medic tents. Angels throwing full beers at people. Pool sticks flying, people getting hurt. Mick does satisfaction, tells the crowd to "Cool Out" but no satisfaction! Bad Trip!
Bo, United States, Altamont Concert Rolling Stones
ALTAMONT Went to Sears Point where the concert was to be. Saw signs along the road ROLLING, STONES, GO, HOME . The radio annoucement came on saying the concert was moved to Altamont, we drove the mustang to the Altamont pass where we parked in the middle of the road, trapped in by cars in front cars behind. Walked towards what we thought was the entrance. Slept under a volkswagon bus, woke up early in the morning surrounded by thousands, People started pushing and you couldn't help but get sucked in. People got trampled, jumped over one guys legs, thank god I didn't fall! Finnally got out of the vacuum and ran towards the stage.We wound up on the little knoll to the right of the stage ( great view). Santana came on party was on! But the show was all around me everyone was stoned, alot of bad drugs people very aggitated. Alot of pushing and fighting on and near the stage (glad I wasn't right down front). People all day long looking for the medic tents. Angels throwing full beers at people. Pool sticks flying, people getting hurt. Mick does satisfaction, tells the crowd to "Cool Out" but no satisfaction! Bad Trip!
growing up in the 50's
Andy, United States, Growing up in the 50's poor
We were pretty poor in the 50's when I was growing up, my parents were building the house themselves and the upper part of the house wasn't built , so we mostly lived in the basement. The roof was flat and coated with tar paper so when it rained we'd put buckets and pans around to catch the water that dripped through the leaks. The house was on a hill with farms to the north and east, an old mine to the west, and a highway south, and across the highway another farm bordered by another mine.
During the day you could see for miles in any direction as most of the trees on the hill top were gone, and at night the sky would light up from the steel mills in Pittsburgh where my dad worked .
It took my parents most of my growing up years to finish the house and was eventualy finished when I was 16.
Looking back my life was not that bad, Most of my friends had a similar lifestyle and we did not know any better , and each year as more was done on the house or we got our first black and white TV or a better car our lives got better.
We were pretty poor in the 50's when I was growing up, my parents were building the house themselves and the upper part of the house wasn't built , so we mostly lived in the basement. The roof was flat and coated with tar paper so when it rained we'd put buckets and pans around to catch the water that dripped through the leaks. The house was on a hill with farms to the north and east, an old mine to the west, and a highway south, and across the highway another farm bordered by another mine.
During the day you could see for miles in any direction as most of the trees on the hill top were gone, and at night the sky would light up from the steel mills in Pittsburgh where my dad worked .
It took my parents most of my growing up years to finish the house and was eventualy finished when I was 16.
Looking back my life was not that bad, Most of my friends had a similar lifestyle and we did not know any better , and each year as more was done on the house or we got our first black and white TV or a better car our lives got better.
Remember cars from the 1960s
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Jason , United States, My memory of my 1960s cars
I was remembering my car driving in the 60's
Nobody locked car doors ( we didn't have central locking or fobs )
Most windows used handcranks to open and close
Heaters were an option
Radios were an option ( and only AM ) with crappy little speaker
My age group bought retread tyres as they were cheaper
The windshield wipers were vacuum driven so faster you went faster wipers went
and no windscreen washers ( plus wipers were realy small )
The dimmerswitch was on the floor you pushed with your foot
If the battery went flat find a hill and drop the clutch to start the car
How things have changed
Jason , United States, My memory of my 1960s cars
I was remembering my car driving in the 60's
Nobody locked car doors ( we didn't have central locking or fobs )
Most windows used handcranks to open and close
Heaters were an option
Radios were an option ( and only AM ) with crappy little speaker
My age group bought retread tyres as they were cheaper
The windshield wipers were vacuum driven so faster you went faster wipers went
and no windscreen washers ( plus wipers were realy small )
The dimmerswitch was on the floor you pushed with your foot
If the battery went flat find a hill and drop the clutch to start the car
How things have changed
car seats back in the 60s
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pixie, United States, car seats back in the 60s
I didn't know that we had car seats back in the 60s! I was born in 1963 and my brother was born in 1968. When my mother came home from the hospital with him, he was in her lap in the front seat! The nurse placed him in my mother's lap to go home!
pixie, United States, car seats back in the 60s
I didn't know that we had car seats back in the 60s! I was born in 1963 and my brother was born in 1968. When my mother came home from the hospital with him, he was in her lap in the front seat! The nurse placed him in my mother's lap to go home!
The 80's Were Perfect
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MY 80's!, United States, The 80's Were Perfect
With two teenage girls (19 and 17) and a 10 year old son, it is hysterical to me that they do not understand how PERFECT the 80's were!
I remember Cable Television coming to us and the remote was attached to a very long black cord - in those days - you would never lose the remote!
I remember MTV when it actually had MUSIC VIDEOS.
Spending many summer days/nights watching every single video - even the videos of the bands I have never heard of (Videos that stick out for some odd reason: The Waitresses I - 'I know what boys like, I know what guys want..' I have no idea why I remember this video, as the song was never on the radio stations I listened to in the 80's. However, I finally DID hear this song on the radio about 2 weeks ago. It only took 22 years to make radio play!
We had the worst hair! Having to get a perm every 8 weeks - and it being nothing but a gigantic ball of fuzz for 2 weeks! The smell of the perm solution would last for a week and you were NOT permitted to wash your hair for at least 24 hours!
Wearing one long earring and one small earring...Stone Wash/Acid Wash jeans...(geez, did they ever really look good?) Girls with unlaced high top tennis shoes were considered BAD GIRLS.. (in my group anyway)... Some girls would wear NYLONS with their short shorts! (and high top unlaced tennis shoes)!
Boys did not wear their pants so that their underwear showed. However, they were allowed to have unlaced high top tennis shoes.
If I recall correctly, the 80s were big for boys to walk around shirtless (?)
Falcon Crest, Dynasty, the horrible Dukes of Hazzard, What's Happening, Happy Days, One Day At A Time, and so many more. Being able to watch cartoons ONLY on Saturday mornings until 11:00 AM. Then being kicked out of the house to go make up your own games!
Pepsi bottles in tall glass bottles for which you MUST have a can opener to open it. Cans of pop that when opened, you had no choice but to allow the flip can top to fall into your drink and hope that you didn't accidentally swallow it. Feeling like we would never have a MICROWAVE oven, due to cost.
Roller Skating - and the dreaded loud speaker announcement 'COUPLE SKATE'. Then having to hold a boys sweaty palm and skating around to 'YOU'RE STILL THE ONE'.
BUSY SIGNALS - So few had 2 way phone lines back then! You were someone special if your parents allowed you to have a phone in your room. I remember picking out my pink princess phone and loving it.
The WalkMan + tape cassettes. Before ATARI, I had INTELLIVISION - that great tennis game with only a white block for a tennis ball, dinging back and forth on the t.v.
Wanting to choke Brooke Shields for her perfect jean commercial. Pardon my Chardon - I believe that was the other jean commercial that taught girls the meaning of feeling inferior in their jeans. Snaking your tube socks! Having to press your jeans with an iron to ensure they had a perfect crease down the middle. (this was before the change over to stone wash/acid wash)!
Learning to apply make-up and having my aunt tell me 'not to cake it on'.
MUSIC, MUSIC, MUSIC - Sitting in my bedroom listening to music until all hours of the night. Using cassette tapes to tape my favorite songs. Michael Jackson - Seeing him on the Grammy Awards performing the Moon Walk and breaking down in tears. Madonna - Just think about HOW this woman changed the meaning of entertaining. Like her or hate her, she definitely 'changed entertainment'. Duran Duran - Does anyone remember the MUST SEE MTV Special they had? Were we girls so clueless that Nick Rhodes did NOT like women? He wore Pink Sweaters, and Lipstick...what were we thinking?
PURPLE RAIN - the movie. Yes, it was terrible, but who cares? SIXTEEN CANDLES - Still watch it today when it is on.
I was a catholic school girl - I wore uniforms to school and went to all girl high school - when I got home from school, my escape was MTV, and the Radio. And HBO was a miracle of heaven. I promise my kids that they will look back at their teenage lives and wonder, 'what was I thinking?' too.
I apologize if this is a bit wordy - I could say so much more - but my 19 year old is over my shoulder wondering 'what I am doing'... Thanks for taking the time to read!
MY 80's!, United States, The 80's Were Perfect
With two teenage girls (19 and 17) and a 10 year old son, it is hysterical to me that they do not understand how PERFECT the 80's were!
I remember Cable Television coming to us and the remote was attached to a very long black cord - in those days - you would never lose the remote!
I remember MTV when it actually had MUSIC VIDEOS.
Spending many summer days/nights watching every single video - even the videos of the bands I have never heard of (Videos that stick out for some odd reason: The Waitresses I - 'I know what boys like, I know what guys want..' I have no idea why I remember this video, as the song was never on the radio stations I listened to in the 80's. However, I finally DID hear this song on the radio about 2 weeks ago. It only took 22 years to make radio play!
We had the worst hair! Having to get a perm every 8 weeks - and it being nothing but a gigantic ball of fuzz for 2 weeks! The smell of the perm solution would last for a week and you were NOT permitted to wash your hair for at least 24 hours!
Wearing one long earring and one small earring...Stone Wash/Acid Wash jeans...(geez, did they ever really look good?) Girls with unlaced high top tennis shoes were considered BAD GIRLS.. (in my group anyway)... Some girls would wear NYLONS with their short shorts! (and high top unlaced tennis shoes)!
Boys did not wear their pants so that their underwear showed. However, they were allowed to have unlaced high top tennis shoes.
If I recall correctly, the 80s were big for boys to walk around shirtless (?)
Falcon Crest, Dynasty, the horrible Dukes of Hazzard, What's Happening, Happy Days, One Day At A Time, and so many more. Being able to watch cartoons ONLY on Saturday mornings until 11:00 AM. Then being kicked out of the house to go make up your own games!
Pepsi bottles in tall glass bottles for which you MUST have a can opener to open it. Cans of pop that when opened, you had no choice but to allow the flip can top to fall into your drink and hope that you didn't accidentally swallow it. Feeling like we would never have a MICROWAVE oven, due to cost.
Roller Skating - and the dreaded loud speaker announcement 'COUPLE SKATE'. Then having to hold a boys sweaty palm and skating around to 'YOU'RE STILL THE ONE'.
BUSY SIGNALS - So few had 2 way phone lines back then! You were someone special if your parents allowed you to have a phone in your room. I remember picking out my pink princess phone and loving it.
The WalkMan + tape cassettes. Before ATARI, I had INTELLIVISION - that great tennis game with only a white block for a tennis ball, dinging back and forth on the t.v.
Wanting to choke Brooke Shields for her perfect jean commercial. Pardon my Chardon - I believe that was the other jean commercial that taught girls the meaning of feeling inferior in their jeans. Snaking your tube socks! Having to press your jeans with an iron to ensure they had a perfect crease down the middle. (this was before the change over to stone wash/acid wash)!
Learning to apply make-up and having my aunt tell me 'not to cake it on'.
MUSIC, MUSIC, MUSIC - Sitting in my bedroom listening to music until all hours of the night. Using cassette tapes to tape my favorite songs. Michael Jackson - Seeing him on the Grammy Awards performing the Moon Walk and breaking down in tears. Madonna - Just think about HOW this woman changed the meaning of entertaining. Like her or hate her, she definitely 'changed entertainment'. Duran Duran - Does anyone remember the MUST SEE MTV Special they had? Were we girls so clueless that Nick Rhodes did NOT like women? He wore Pink Sweaters, and Lipstick...what were we thinking?
PURPLE RAIN - the movie. Yes, it was terrible, but who cares? SIXTEEN CANDLES - Still watch it today when it is on.
I was a catholic school girl - I wore uniforms to school and went to all girl high school - when I got home from school, my escape was MTV, and the Radio. And HBO was a miracle of heaven. I promise my kids that they will look back at their teenage lives and wonder, 'what was I thinking?' too.
I apologize if this is a bit wordy - I could say so much more - but my 19 year old is over my shoulder wondering 'what I am doing'... Thanks for taking the time to read!
My Early Computers
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Tom, UK , My Early Computers
They ranged from a ZX81 from Sinclair to Commodore Pet , I think in just a 5 year period I must of had some 8 computers , the early computers were only for enthusiasts and you were expected to put them together yourself and programme any games into the computer by hand spending many hours entering machine code or basic code to make the computer do something rather than just a blank screen. It amazes me how far we have come in such a short time , the original computers cost an arm and a leg by todays standards and in comparison to what we expect today provided little value.
Tom, UK , My Early Computers
They ranged from a ZX81 from Sinclair to Commodore Pet , I think in just a 5 year period I must of had some 8 computers , the early computers were only for enthusiasts and you were expected to put them together yourself and programme any games into the computer by hand spending many hours entering machine code or basic code to make the computer do something rather than just a blank screen. It amazes me how far we have come in such a short time , the original computers cost an arm and a leg by todays standards and in comparison to what we expect today provided little value.
We bought our first house in Washington state
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mortgage girl, United States, First Home Interest Rate
We bought our first house in Washington state and paid 13.5% interest! With the mortgage industry fluctuating the way it is now.....who knows what history could repeat itself!
mortgage girl, United States, First Home Interest Rate
We bought our first house in Washington state and paid 13.5% interest! With the mortgage industry fluctuating the way it is now.....who knows what history could repeat itself!
A sad song from the 90s
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Rocky, United States, What is the name of this song
A sad song with a kid who had gotten into a car accident either before of after he graduated. i had thought it was called the graduate, but i cant find the lyrics or band anywhere.
Rocky, United States, What is the name of this song
A sad song with a kid who had gotten into a car accident either before of after he graduated. i had thought it was called the graduate, but i cant find the lyrics or band anywhere.
The Wonder of Nature and Large Stag
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Anthony, UK, The Wonder of Nature and Large Stag
I was remembering some of the wonders of nature I saw when I was lucky enough to set off driving early in the morning usually through the New Forest in Hampshire before the traffic scared the wildlife away.
The first I remember was one morning about 4:30 AM travelling through an open area of countryside. The sun was just rising and a large stag was stood on the top of a hill with the sun rising behind him which gave him an aura of true magnificence, I stopped my car and just sat there realising how lucky I was to have seen him, that was some 25yrs ago but I can still see that picture in my head to this day.
The Second was a similar time in the morning driving and seeing 3 fawns out of the corner of my eye in a clearing in the forest , I stopped the car and just sat there and watched they must of just been hours old as they were so wobbly on their legs once again the sun was streaming through the trees and the picture was perfect , It seems such a shame that is was so many years ago before mobile phones had built in camera's and the current models of digital camera did not exist.
Anthony, UK, The Wonder of Nature and Large Stag
I was remembering some of the wonders of nature I saw when I was lucky enough to set off driving early in the morning usually through the New Forest in Hampshire before the traffic scared the wildlife away.
The first I remember was one morning about 4:30 AM travelling through an open area of countryside. The sun was just rising and a large stag was stood on the top of a hill with the sun rising behind him which gave him an aura of true magnificence, I stopped my car and just sat there realising how lucky I was to have seen him, that was some 25yrs ago but I can still see that picture in my head to this day.
The Second was a similar time in the morning driving and seeing 3 fawns out of the corner of my eye in a clearing in the forest , I stopped the car and just sat there and watched they must of just been hours old as they were so wobbly on their legs once again the sun was streaming through the trees and the picture was perfect , It seems such a shame that is was so many years ago before mobile phones had built in camera's and the current models of digital camera did not exist.
I was There when the Berlin Wall Came Down
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Mat, USA, I was There when the Berlin Wall Came Down
I was There when the Berlin Wall Came Down
I was living in Germany in 1989 and watched the start of the dismantling of the Berlin Wall live on Television, I decided that I should go to the wall to see what was happening.
When I got there, with the help of other people, I climbed up on to the wall and watched East German Police standing a good 50ft from the wall and could here heavy construction equipment being used to hammer at the wall but not see it so I decided to get down off the wall as I thought I would be able to see more at home on Television which was still showing live pictures as it was happening
In the next few days every German I knew said "they never thought they would live to see it", and nearly all the people I knew seemed to still have some sort of relitive still living in East Germany
And yes I did get a brick from the wall which I still have to this day
Mat, USA, I was There when the Berlin Wall Came Down
I was There when the Berlin Wall Came Down
I was living in Germany in 1989 and watched the start of the dismantling of the Berlin Wall live on Television, I decided that I should go to the wall to see what was happening.
When I got there, with the help of other people, I climbed up on to the wall and watched East German Police standing a good 50ft from the wall and could here heavy construction equipment being used to hammer at the wall but not see it so I decided to get down off the wall as I thought I would be able to see more at home on Television which was still showing live pictures as it was happening
In the next few days every German I knew said "they never thought they would live to see it", and nearly all the people I knew seemed to still have some sort of relitive still living in East Germany
And yes I did get a brick from the wall which I still have to this day
Strong Women, Strong Memories
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Joeymichelle, USA, Strong Women and Strong Memories
I must say that my memories of my childhood are great in number not because of my vast memory bank, but because of the strong women and the ties that they forged in my family unit. I come from a long line of strong willed, deeply affected Irish and Celtic women. I also grew up in the presence of my “new” family which was 1st and 2nd generation Italian women who were just as feisty and strong willed as the family I was born into. I was lucky enough to come into a family that believed in keeping together. There was always a multi-generational home somewhere along the way in which story upon story was gathered, passed down, and turned over to some new fresh face that would carry it on to the next “teller”.
Now, as I was saying, I come from a long line of strong women. When I say strong, I do not mean in physical strength, all though they could have shown me a thing or two if I had ever dared to cross them. No, these ladies were exactly that, ladies of the highest level. However, they would not take being told no, or that is not a woman’s place to heart. They, by example, taught us that even in our deepest tragedies in life that we could come out with our heads high. Men came and went in our family, some stayed long term. It was the women that were there through the thick and thin of it all and why our bonds were as tight as they were. All of our memories, all of us in our family of chaotic bliss, were built by the women who came before us. Whether it was by coaxing the dog out from under the bush that we had found at 6 o’clock in the morning, or maybe it was to help deliver the baby we had found ourselves pregnant with at a very early age. Regardless of what it was, it was one of those wonderfully feisty women that would come to our rescue.
I remember as a small child being taken to Niagara Falls for a vacation with my parents. A fairly small vacation, nothing fancy, but note worthy all the same. I remember my mother being so proud as she took me into the small museum they have at the falls, standing me in front of the replica they have of the woman in the barrel and saying, “ Do you know who that is?”. Of course I did not, so she politely told me that that had been my great aunt Annie Taylor. She had been the first woman over the falls in a barrel and had lived to tell about it. I, at the time, was utterly mortified. I wondered how far crazy went in the lineage of the family tree. As time went by however, I have come to realize that that is exactly what my family was. It was a unit of unmistakable crazy and unrelentless power of strength in the female agenda. We, as a family unit, were a force to be reckoned with and still are. We are fierce in our loyalty and strong in our bonds, in and out of family. Our memories are not just what we make of them; they are what we make of each other.
Joeymichelle, USA, Strong Women and Strong Memories
I must say that my memories of my childhood are great in number not because of my vast memory bank, but because of the strong women and the ties that they forged in my family unit. I come from a long line of strong willed, deeply affected Irish and Celtic women. I also grew up in the presence of my “new” family which was 1st and 2nd generation Italian women who were just as feisty and strong willed as the family I was born into. I was lucky enough to come into a family that believed in keeping together. There was always a multi-generational home somewhere along the way in which story upon story was gathered, passed down, and turned over to some new fresh face that would carry it on to the next “teller”.
Now, as I was saying, I come from a long line of strong women. When I say strong, I do not mean in physical strength, all though they could have shown me a thing or two if I had ever dared to cross them. No, these ladies were exactly that, ladies of the highest level. However, they would not take being told no, or that is not a woman’s place to heart. They, by example, taught us that even in our deepest tragedies in life that we could come out with our heads high. Men came and went in our family, some stayed long term. It was the women that were there through the thick and thin of it all and why our bonds were as tight as they were. All of our memories, all of us in our family of chaotic bliss, were built by the women who came before us. Whether it was by coaxing the dog out from under the bush that we had found at 6 o’clock in the morning, or maybe it was to help deliver the baby we had found ourselves pregnant with at a very early age. Regardless of what it was, it was one of those wonderfully feisty women that would come to our rescue.
I remember as a small child being taken to Niagara Falls for a vacation with my parents. A fairly small vacation, nothing fancy, but note worthy all the same. I remember my mother being so proud as she took me into the small museum they have at the falls, standing me in front of the replica they have of the woman in the barrel and saying, “ Do you know who that is?”. Of course I did not, so she politely told me that that had been my great aunt Annie Taylor. She had been the first woman over the falls in a barrel and had lived to tell about it. I, at the time, was utterly mortified. I wondered how far crazy went in the lineage of the family tree. As time went by however, I have come to realize that that is exactly what my family was. It was a unit of unmistakable crazy and unrelentless power of strength in the female agenda. We, as a family unit, were a force to be reckoned with and still are. We are fierce in our loyalty and strong in our bonds, in and out of family. Our memories are not just what we make of them; they are what we make of each other.
Putting Memories to Pictures
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Alison, UK, Memories and Drawing
When I began to learn to draw last year, a whole series of memories of my childhood in Scotland began 'falling onto the page' eg the story of Halloween and the witch who wasn't; visiting America and fishing for eels; skiing with my cousins; the school bully and the stinky toilets, reading Enid Blyton under the blankets
Alison, UK, Memories and Drawing
When I began to learn to draw last year, a whole series of memories of my childhood in Scotland began 'falling onto the page' eg the story of Halloween and the witch who wasn't; visiting America and fishing for eels; skiing with my cousins; the school bully and the stinky toilets, reading Enid Blyton under the blankets
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