Comments on: Child of the 70s

By: Carol Burge

Carol Burge — Thu, 28 Oct 2010 04:08:28 +0000

Oh my gosh, all of this brings back memories (although I was in my teen years in the 70’s)! Let’s see, I remember roller skating (and ice skating in the winter) we went every weekend and the song I remember them playing ALL THE TIME was Dizzy (can’t remember who sang it). Platforms and elephant leg jeans (you know the HUGE bell bottomed pants), halter tops, hip huggers and yes, feathered hair, which I had. Charley’s Angels, Farrah Fawcett style. LOL

Christmas DID seem so much more magical back then! It snowed a lot more, too, it seems (Commenter #2-Kate, I’m also from Michigan. Hazel Park, to be exact. Not far from Livonia).

My mother’s favorite place to shop was Sears. And Woolworth’s and Kresgees dime store. In fact my very first job was at Kresgee’s (I believe it’s spelled with 2 e’s?).

Drive-Ins. Oh my, should I even go there? I saw the original Texas Chainsaw Massacre & Last House in the Left together in 1973 or 1974? I just watched the remake of Last House on the Left a few days ago. 🙂 And I do remember the dancing food! *snicker, snicker*

How about Laugh-in? Anyone remember that show? Goldie Hawn, The Smothers Brothers, Baretta and the bald Greek guy who always sucked on a lollipop, Telle Savalas. I can’t remember the name of the show but I know it was a Detective show. Lot’s of Detective shows in the 70’s.

David Cassidy, Bobby Sherman and Donny Osmond! OMG, this is tooo funny!

I can go on and on, but I’ll give it a rest. 🙂

Thanks for taking us back, Kristen!

By: Bridgette

Bridgette — Tue, 26 Oct 2010 23:06:42 +0000

Oh how I loved the laid-back attitude of parents of the 70’s. We rode bikes all over town and roamed the neighborhoods, all the time, and without a thought. I loved especially the miniature Julie dolls. (Quite a fortune in those if you managed to hold on to them. I didn’t.) Also, miss the united caretaking that went on – the “rules” were the roughly the same for just about anyone under the age of 18 so you could get yelled at from a neighbor, business owner, school teacher, or parent. You knew that if you strayed beyond the “boundaries” that a neighbor would tattle, or ate a Reese’s cup before paying for it the owner would lecture you, or if you mouthed off at school there’d be a reckoning in the principal’s office as well as one at home. The adults were united in their efforts to make good little citizens and no one I ever knew got a pass. Also miss playing neighborhood games which always included a “ghost man” (never ghost woman) to run the base in order to get enough batters.

Great memory visit, Kristin!

By: Texanne

Texanne — Mon, 25 Oct 2010 21:36:49 +0000

Lovely post, Kristin. We used to shop at Leonard Brothers for everything. Fort Worth is a nice place, but it used to be a great big playground. Thanks for the memories.

By: Terrell Mims

Terrell Mims — Sun, 24 Oct 2010 13:39:46 +0000

Child of the 90s here.

By: Chris Redding

Chris Redding — Sun, 24 Oct 2010 00:48:24 +0000

My childhood department store was Wanamaker’s in Philadelphia.
They had a light show and animatronic displays leading to Santa.
a bargain basement, too.
and elevator operators.
cmr

By: Donna Newton

Donna Newton — Sat, 23 Oct 2010 13:17:45 +0000

HA HA AH! I remember running through the department stores clothes rails with my sister. Oh my god, it drove my mum to near breaking point. Fun times. I also remember those god awful clothes we had to wear. Every t-shirt brought had a picture of the Bay City Rollers on it. And the rust coloured, knitted loop to loop cardigans we were forced to wear! What were my parents thinking? If it wasn’t for the comfort of Charlies Angels I think I could quite possibly have lost my mind…..although some would argue this and insist I did 😀 Excellent post as always Kristen. Brought back some fun, if not disturbing, memories.

By: writenowlife

writenowlife — Sat, 23 Oct 2010 07:11:59 +0000

Loved this Kristen!!! I also perused the catalogs, “making lists of all the crap I wanted for Christmas.” I never did get the Barbie Dream House that I circled every year, but I digress. I started singing the Lite Brite and Hungry Hungry Hippo songs as soon as I read that section…funny what memory can store. I miss the rule of the singer/songwriters of the ’70s where, before MTV, you could have quality music and songs from people who didn’t all look alike. I LOVE disco music, so I miss hearing that on the radio. Never thought I’d say this growing up, but at times I miss the slower pace. You had to take time to work on projects, research information and talk to people (no instant access with cell phones, texting or e-mail). I miss impartial news where the line wasn’t blurred between opinion segments and reporting the facts of events. Quincy, Charlie’s Angels, Fantasy Island. Full-serve gas stations where they would pump the gas, wash your windshield and check the oil all in one swoop. Girl Scouts could safely go door-to-door selling cookies. I could go on and on. Thanks for the flashback!

By: marilaglubag

marilaglubag — Sat, 23 Oct 2010 05:43:33 +0000

The songs. The majority of the songs are cleaner back then. Now, the majority of the songs have cuss words, sexual reference, etc.

By: coyhanson

coyhanson — Sat, 23 Oct 2010 02:41:16 +0000

Wow, this takes me back. How about Scooby Doo, Schoolhouse Rock and the crying indian from the don’t litter commercial? I remember orange pants and ugly pioneer furniture. Memories of shag carpet and Dad’s green leisure suit are now a mix of horror, humor and great memories of the good ole days. As a boy I bounced between wanting to be Roger Staubach, Evel Knievel and Hutch from ‘Starsky & Hutch’. I have just recently written a little piece on my blog about 1973. I now have to revisit that time a little more.

Thanks for taking us back in time Kristen!

By: glenda Finnegan

glenda Finnegan — Sat, 23 Oct 2010 02:39:28 +0000

“Memories,of the way we were,” to qoute Barbara Striesand. I’d forgotten how much I loved the 70’s. Not the color orange, or avacodo green, or mustard, but the way Window displays at Christmas were HUGE, and the whole mall thing was so NEW!
There were (gasp) NO COMPUTERS in the 70’s. The stores all had old fashioned cash registers, and the salespeople actually counted back your change by hand. AMAZING! And Santas were cloned. (I love your cynical, chain smoking Dad) Those were the days my friend, we thought they’d never end… whoops another song. And so along with you, I salute the 70’s.