Coming of Age in The Sixties, Six Decades of Memories
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Living in the Florida Keys in the 60s, we would ride our bicycles up and down the streets of our quiet, tree lined neighborhood collecting glass soda bottles people threw out of their cars. We'd take the survivors home and after a scrubbing with a bottle brush and the garden hose, we'd ride up to the corner store and turn them in for a refund.
With the proceeds from an afternoon's work, we could buy our favorite ten cent comic book featuring Daffy or Donald Duck, or maybe Bugs Bunny. Sometimes, if our sleuthing was good, we'd splurge on a nickel coke at the soda fountain in the back of the store. They served Coca Cola in a real glass with chipped ice. If you wanted, the soda clerk would add cherry syrup to make it a cherry coke.
When we wanted to take our soft drink with us, we used the old ten cent machine inside the store with bottled drinks. Nothing finer than an ice cold Nehi Grape soda kerplunking out of the chute of a machine. Just tip the cap into the bottle opener and psfshew, it was open and ready to drink. There was a deposit on the bottle but we would cash it back in later. Little did we know that glass bottled sodas would soon change shape.
When the first canned soda machine was installed in front of the store, we were stunned. Soon there was a trash can beside it, always overflowing. There was no refund on the cans and the drinks now cost fifteen cents. Throwing away the can seemed like a big waste to me and besides, it threatened my source of income.
Music Tribute to the Bands of the 60s - 70s
The island was small enough that we were allowed to ride our bikes around the neighborhood and even to the beach or salt flats. At a nearby canal, we tried without success to catch the Koi that swam in the clear water between the tall banks.
We had an impressive collection of conch shells found along the beach after storms that washed footprints and sand castles out to sea. Having a sunburn on Monday was a signal to others that you'd had a great weekend. The TV commercials reminded us that Solarcaine stops sunburn pain. So, no worries then about SPF and skin spots.
Transistor radios were the tech toy of the day. Mine had a leather cover and a loose connection on the wire to the nine volt battery making reception a little sketchy at times. When the radio did play, it had a clear and crisp sound that was even cooler when you held the little box next to your ear. And much like the cell phones of today, transistor radios put off heat that made your ear turn red. But it was still cool.
Box ball, also known as Four Square, (thanks SunnieDay for the reminder) was played routinely on the street beside our house. Of course, we would move aside for any occasional cars passing through. It was just a large square drawn on the pavement in chalk, divided into four quarters, each big enough to hold one player. It was played with any type of large bouncing ball.
Flashes come back of A & W Root Beer, Burger King, Dairy Queen, Drive-in Movies, Abbott and Costello, Laurel and Hardy, The Three Stooges, Popeye, The Key West Conch Train and the A & B Lobster House for special occasions when family came in from out of town.
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Products from back then
We used to set our hair on spongy pink rollers with Dippety Do Hair Styling Gel, their jingle: Get Set, Style, Sparkle too, With the once a week hair set, new new new. Once a week? eew. Years later, I used orange juice cans to set my hair, empty ones, of course; ouch, try sleeping on that mess.
There was a hair straightening product called Get Straight to remove curls and waves. In between times of straightening with this product, I ironed my hair on an ironing board. Later when curls came back in style we rolled our hair on steaming hot curlers that often burned both fingers and scalp putting them in.
It was a time of the British invasion: The Beatles were in and white lipstick was hot. We wore Good Morning Slicker by Yardley lipstick and painted white eyeliner around the black kohl encasing our eyes. Some drew little eyelashes on the lower lid like Twiggy, a famous model of the era.
- Key West History, Lost 8mm Film of JFK's Motorcade along Duval Street Key West
Still shots of JFK Key West 1962
I pledge allegiance. . .
Our daily ritual included reciting the Pledge of Allegiance everyday while facing the flag with our hand over our heart. We sang, "My Country 'Tis of Thee, Sweet Land of Liberty, of Thee I sing". Then my sixth grade teacher would pick someone to read a short passage from the Bible to start the day. Yes, it was a public school and no one complained a bit about this little exercise of freedom.
When rockets were scheduled to launch from Cape Canaveral, our elementary school Principal, Mr. Carey, would roll an Audio Visual cart into the cafeteria so we could watch the launch in real time. Was that just a Florida thing? Sometimes we could see the arc of the rocket in the sky as it rose across the state.
In one of his last appearances in the Florida Keys, President Kennedy, traveling down A1A in his white Lincoln Continental convertible, turned to wave to our little group standing by the roadway. Not long after that, I was sitting by the window in science class when the announcement came over the PA that JFK had been shot. I could hear a few of my classmates crying and an immediate tone of sadness prevailed, before we were dismissed from school early.
My Dad came straight from the Key West Navy Base in his khaki uniform to pick me up from school. Our family spent the evening in a state of shock glued to the news brought to us by Chet Huntley and David Brinkley reporting.
My first car, a used 1959 Chevrolet Impala Convertible, was a joint purchase with my older brother who, naturally got more street time, until he left for college then it was mine alone. Lunch time in high school, we'd pile as many of us as would fit into the car; riding with the convertible top down and the radio blaring we'd cruise over to 7 Eleven. There we would get French fries for a quarter. Or we might stop at Royal Castle for a hamburger and a Birch beer.
At Arby's, they hand-carved sandwich slices from a real roast beef on their slicing machine right before your eyes at the counter. They also made the best Jamocha milkshakes, a combination of chocolate ice cream, milk and a dash of coffee. Other times it would be off to Burger King where we'd order a whopper cut in half with no onions, just in case of a close encounter.
There was no super sizing back then.
Train Trip to Washington D.C.
My senior year of high school, our 90 voice Concert Choir took a train trip from Miami, Florida to Washington, D.C. along with the high school performing band. It was a twenty-five hour ride jostling along in standard cars with nosleeping quarters, not that we did any sleeping.
Soon after arrival in the nation's capital, we performed the Battle Hymn of the Republic in the Rotunda building with those incredible acoustics, our A Capella voices ringing out young and true.
Later, we headed out by tour bus to visit the National Archives and view the original documents that forged the basis of our freedom. In Arlington, Virginia we competed in the Cherry Blossom Festival of Performing Concert Choirs. Afterward, we took the much quieter train ride back home.
For our final performance of the year, the Mixed Concert Chorus performed Lerner and Lowe's 1954 musical "Brigadoon" for which we rehearsed endlessly. Naturally, we sold tickets trying to raise money for a recording system needed in our music room.
In that last year of the nineteen sixties, Graduation Day sneaked up on us much too soon, setting off major changes in the way things had always been. It was the end of an era of simpler times and a new beginning.
Adam Lambert sings Come to me, bend to me, kiss me good day from the 1954 musical, Brigadoon
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Glimpses from you
There is so much I left out of the things that made that a gentler time, a less complicated time, when things moved at a much slower pace.
If you would like to share a few of your memories, please feel welcome to write them in the comments section below. Peace, love, groovy, far out and right on.
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After the 10th grade I quit school (spring 60) From then until spring 62 I was so happy finally being free on the farm. June 1, 1962, I joined the navy....
Good hub, Peg, truly a trip down memory lane.
Hi Peg,
What a great hub..I remember dippity do..lol and riding my bike for hours..no worries of strangers..I as born in 60...Remember the day dad left for Vietnam..the box ball game later became four square I think..I loved it..
Wonderful hub,
Sunnie
Peg, I wasn't around in the 60's so thank you for taking me on this journey back in time. Long gone are the days of getting a can of coke for 10 cents! Voted up, up, up!
You're better than a time machine. I couldn't have been further away from the Keys back then -- Medicine Hat, Alberta, Canada -- but most of what you share here is very familiar. Thanks. Lynda
1965: Yup, that's right, I got more street time in the 59 chevy convertible! I was a guy and two years older! Who cares that the car got 8 miles to the gallon when gas was 31 cents a gallon? At least before the Cuban Missile Crisis, life was quieter and more carefree. Key West life as a kid was totally blissful. It actually was a preview to the scene when I moved my family of four to an island in the middle of the Pacific Ocean in 1979 called Kwajalein for a three year adventure, but that is a story for a different time.
Hi there Mckbirdbooks - And a fine Sunday to you as well. So glad you came over to share a few dusty memories of how life used to be. Hubby says the bottles were 3 cents in California too. But the large glass bottles brought 5 cents. Wa hoo! And we went everywhere on our bikes, like you said, so long as we were home by supper. You take care, now.
SubRon7, you don't look a day older than thirty nine. So you were a Navy guy. Bet that expanded your horizons. My Dad was a lifer putting in 20 plus years. I left all that stuff out about the Navy base in Key West. Oh well, another day. Thank you for dropping in and for sharing part of your story. Peg
Hi Sunnie,
Yes! It was called 4-Square! I had forgotten. Thanks so much. Rode my bike to school and all around the neighborhood too. It seemed safer somehow. You may remember bicycle locks that were two prongs that poked through the spokes with a lock that slid onto the end.
Glad you stopped by today.
Peg
Cloverleaf, You're great. Thanks for reading about the times when dirt was still young. I imagine you have a few stories of your own to share. Hope they were happy ones. The price of things today, oh boy. Why I remember when you could buy . . .
Hey Lynda, Thanks! It's good to know we share common things in our childhood despite our distances and locations where we grew up. So nice to see you here.
lol I do remember those locks and banana seats..Do you know my favorite game of all times and I was pretty good at it..JACKS! I actually bought some but now they are those big plastic weird ones ...I wanted to teach my granddaughter..she loved the game..I looked on line and you can buy the metal ones still..I just might have to buy me some..hahaha
Sunnie, My Mom loved to play jacks with me, both of us sitting on the Terrazzo floor. We had the real metal kind of jacks that came with a little red ball that my dog Trixie liked to steal. Try looking on eBay - I sold some old toys out there some time back including an old metal telephone in red with a string cord. So nice to see you.
you've really highlighted that era wonderfully written :) Up and awesome
THanks for a Wonderful Memory Tour with Music and Trivia for those of us who were "Flower children" and danced to that Music. Lots, and Lots to relate to and Enjoy and Remember... those were Fun Years! Thanks, Peg.
Ah those were the days.
I remember the refunds on the bottles when you returned them. And spending summer days with friends wandering where we pleased without fear of strangers. Yes the transistor radio and my first record player. Sitting in the bath with my new jeans on until they shrunk to fit snug tight, walking a round until they dried and needing a friend to help you get out of them And bouffont hairstyles, trying to get it up as high as possible then in later years I too used to iron my hair straight on the ironing board .
I remember the Beatles and the day President Kennedy died and the whole world cried.
Hi John, I would love to hear, see and read more about your adventures in Kwajalein. It sounds so much like Key West, where we had so much fun. Remember the swamps? And jumping out of the Mahogany tree?
My brother, thanks for taking time to read and comment on this hub.
Love you,
Peg
Oh Man!!!! I´d forgotten the white lipstick....great memories , stirred up here, along with the shock and sadness I remember when J.F.K. was murdered.
Great hub. Thank you.
Our senior trip was also to DC! Great Hub.
Frank, Thank you so much for your nice words.
b. Malin, Hey. Cool and groovy. Flower children and flower power! Doing our sixties dances like Nancy Sinatra or Goldie Hawn. Neato. I always knew you were cool. Peace.
Rosemay50, Wish I had known you then. I didn't know how to shrink my jeans other than washing them a million times. "Mini skirts, the current thing, unh hunh. Troops just keep on marchin off to war."
What a trip. Thanks for dropping in and for sharing your part.
Mom was a teenager in the sixties. She grew up in the Okanogan (British Columbia). She feels a lot of nostalgia for the decade. She has told about being in class when she found out about JFK.
Hi FloraBreen,
It seems that the sixties have a special place in the hearts of many. Nice to know that your Mom shared some of those memories with you. Some were happy times and others were sad like the passing of JFK and the toll of the war in VietNam.
Thanks for sharing about your Mom.
Peg
Hi Peg, memories, oh so sweet. Where have those great days gone when you could ride your bike safely around the block and had no fear of accepting a sweet from a neighbour? Now you are far safer driving an armoured tank and wearing a suit of armour lol not to mention having a thick skin for the barrage of insults that fly your way. I was born in 57 but going to school in the 60s was one of the best times in my life. Thank you for the stroll down memory lane. x
Hello there Dim
Oh man, we used to say that alot too. Oh, man. White lipstick, how unflattering! But we looked cool. With our ragged jeans dragging the ground all tattered and torn. Way cool.
Hello there TheBluestar,
Bike riding is what kept us active and strong, tanned and immune; drinking out of hoses and climbing trees; mowing yards for extra money, playing outside. It is a different world now. Nice to see you today. x Peg
I write of this stuff all the time! I grew up in the New England town of Derry, NH. And I loved being a child of this time.
Hello, Peg! I love your hub here. My husband Jack also tells me stories from the 50's and 60's. It truly make me wish to be born at that time. I was born in 1967, more of the disco era ;) mckbirdbks' right in writing that reading your hub is "like a mini vacation" and thebluestar is also right in commenting that your hub is "a stroll down memory lane" and she thanked you for that. Nice! I, too, want to thank you for sharing such good past of America. What you wrote was exactly what my father told me when I was little. Thanks and really you wrote good!
Hello MonetteforJack,
Your sweet comments are so thoughtful. Thank you for sharing about your dear Dad and his stories, as well as the stories from your husband, Jack.
I'm always delighted to see Mckbirdbks' comments - he is such a sweet one. And his sisterthat too! Of course, I'm ever honored that thebluestar stops in to comment too! She is getting quite famous you know.
I hope you'll drop by again and I'll be reading more about you too!
Peg
Hi Aley Martin,
Derry NH sounds like a cool place to grow up. I see we've had many experiences in common. Thank you for stopping in here.
Peg
Hello WillStarr! So nice to see you. Wow, sometimes I think we went to the same high school. How funny that your senior trip was to DC as well. Thanks for stopping in and I love your stories!
Peg
@PegCole...This is a great idea for a Hub and very well done! Oh, that Senior trip to Washington D.C. and New York City! (Lots of Seniors went to D.C.!) Drive-in movies! Playing Jacks at recess in school hours! The great camping excursions with family!
Born in 1946, graduated in 1964, my classmates and I went to JFK's gravesite in the spring of '64. Except for going through that terrible experience, the 1950s and 1960s rocked for me, and I never smoked any of that funny stuff! I loved growing up on a small farm near my small hometown of Holgate, Ohio and the solid family outings and the "funny papers" on quiet Sunday afternoons!
And so much more! Thanks for this doing this Hub!
Barbs, Thank you. Funny papers, yep, the Sunday Funnies were the best, laying flat on the floor to read the Sunday newspaper - boy that day is gone!
Now it's the iPod hunch squinting to see what's on the tiny screen. LOL. We did play Jacks at recess and tether ball and jump rope and teter-toter and play on the merry-go-round.
Your hometown of Holgate OH sounds solid and family oriented. We need more of that kind of upbringing.
Thanks for visiting and for your nice comments.
As kid in Iowa, we would get out the Sunday comics, turn on the radio, and listen to a local station personality read the comics to his own kids, as we followed along. What fun that was, and thank you for bringing back that memory!
Peg, this was a fun hub....I also rode my bike and collected pop bottles. We watched the apollo missions from a small TV in the middle of our GYM every time they took of or landed....and we started each school day off with the pledge and a prayer.
Thanks for the memories...
:)
Hi Peg. Great hub, wonderful memories. You have no idea how strongly many incidents in the US affected us in Canada. I too can remember being in class when they announced the JFK shooting. We were allowed to go home. Many of us were that upset. But along with this shared tragedy are many, many wonderful memories of growing up in the 60s and 70s.
Thanks for the hub.
You have a wonderful post. I'll go one step further and say like Jimmy Durante once said, "thanks for the memories."
The most wonderful thing for me in the sixties was being allowed to ride my bike more or less anywhere (before dark). For a ten year old, finding any kind of unusual or out of the way place was a great adventure. I remember my excitement when we found a small ice cream factory down a secluded lane. An ice cream factory. Wow!
Probably the last good decade of America—at least the first half of it. But for most of us, it was all good. I do remember Nehi, moon pies, and RC Cola. The music is great! Thanks for the memories. I really enjoyed this stroll down memory lane with you. :)
Hello James,
I think of my Dad talking about when his Father first heard songs like "Mares eat oats and does eat oats but little lambs eat ivey," he thought all the good sense in the world had been lost. That wasn't music, it was just noise and no sensible person would ever listen to it. Imagine what he would think of today's music.
It is strange to think of my youthful times as gone since they live so clear in my memories. Thanks for sharing those times with me.
All the best,
Peg
Hey Will Starr,
How fun to read the comics along with a radio personality and what a great way to get kids to learn to read. I was thinking just recently about Dick Tracy and Peanuts being the first page of the Sunday paper. Thanks for adding that nice touch to these memories. I can always count on you to share something nifty.
Hi PegCole17,
I had an aunt named Peg. I can identify with you as I too spend time with my 93 year-old mum and try to keep alive the days when life was exciting and active.
I was a child of the 60's as well.
The whole period is so vivid as though it were only yesterday. 10 cents for a cup of coffee, a dime for a chocolate bar, 25 cents for a glass of beer in the pubs.
Being wild and different was becoming popular as the hippie movement grew, and for the first time in my young life I LOVED having red hair.
Hello C. Merritt, Thank you for your nice words a few weeks back and sorry for the delay in responding. Vacation has come and gone along with my memory. Yep, we would all gather in the cafeteria (they called it the cafetorium) and watch the tiny TV for the Apollo launches. Ah, a pledge and a prayer - how we need that daily affirmation nowdays.
Hey there Maralexa - same excuse. I went on vacation and my mind never came back. It is always good to hear about how news in the US affects those in other countries like yourself in Canada. JFK was truly well loved all over the world. Thank you for your nice remarks and for dropping in.
Hi Pwill - Sorry for the delay. My apologies, I'm just getting caught up after vacation. Yeah, I loved Jimmy Durante too! Haa Cha Cha. Nice to see you here.
Will Apse, I dreamed that I already responded to you and when I checked it was just a dream. So sorry, my fault. Amazing discovery, an ice cream factory. What a kid's fantasy. Mmmmmm. Makes me hungry.
Hello there Breen! So nice to meet you after reading your daughter's work. She is so talented as are you. It is an honor to have you here on this hub. Thank you so much for stopping in.
The Summer of Love and Flower Children and Peace and Love, boy do I miss those days. So nice that you have your Mom and that you spend time with her. You had red hair? How cool! Again, thanks for commenting.
This was a great trip down memory lane Peg. Thank you.
Hi Susan,
Thanks for riding along on the journey. Nice to meet you here. Peg
Great memories for me too, thanks for sharing. We had a senior trip to Washington, DC but no singing it was just our senior trip. We actually crammed about 60 girls into one hotel room! It was a blast. Loved your hub and voted up.
Hi Tillsontitan,
We had about 30 girls in our room at any given time, screeching, laughing, pinching, giggling, crying, blow-drying all at the same time. Hahaha. What fun!
Thanks for stopping in to share!
Oh my! The Dippedy Do with the large curlers! The small transistor radio with the miserable sound. Yes, the Beatles on Ed Sullivan Show..(remember Lawrence Welk?)Wow!
I had teenage sisters who used to take me to some of the parties. Oh my!
I remember playing "spin the bottle" on our trip to Washington! What fun! Yes, there were boys in the room.
Peg- Peg- Peg,
I am utterly enamored with this hub and I thank you. For me to sit still and slack jawed for 12 minutes... I LOVE LOVED the 8 minutes of some of the best music ever made, making me tear up with the ever beautiful YESTERDAY at the end. And that Adam Lambert CAN sing when he is not acting foolish, what a beautiful rendition of Brigadoon.
This is getting bookmarked and will be listened to frequently, like when I am putting my 'Dippety-do' in/ stuff like that!
Congratulations on your "100" score!
Voted UP & across the board. Hugs, Maria
Hello Zabbella - Ed Sullivan, Ed Sullivan! Of course. Have you ever seen the movie "Bye Bye Birdie" with Paul Lynde? Ed Sullivan was the best show on Sunday nights. And Topo Gigio was great too! We weren't allowed to watch the episode with Elvis since he was so "vulgar" according to my parents. But I did see the Beatles' performance. It was hard to hear with all the girls screaming. And me too. Thank you for the comment and my bad for the delay. Senior moments of forgetfullness.
Maria dahling, Come on over and we'll spin some 45s on the record player. I have some "Get Set" so we can roll our hair and sit under my portable dryer with the plastic cap. We'll "borrow" my sister's diary and read it by flashlight in the closet where I keep the comic books hidden.
I haven't really followed Adam Lambert but when I heard this rendition of Brigadoon I couldn't resist putting it on here. So glad you enjoyed the music tribute. Just a taste of those good times. You make me smile.
Thanks for the memories. I enjoyed this very much. I graduated from High School in '70 so much of this is very familiar.
Thank you Charfaris, We went to school together then about the same time frame. Listened to the same songs, wore the same styles. Nice to meet you here and thanks so much for stopping by.
I don't know. Sis, we might be better off reading those comic books!
You would love Adam Lambert, I think... he does a fabulous Elvis... he really has some decent talent, just gets a little carried away at times.
OK, see you at the Cafe and I need to do make some peanut brittle today. Wanted to hear this awesome music again before I started my day. Love, Maria
Yeah, we'll definitely get into trouble otherwise. Here's an Archie comic you haven't seen. Let me have a little chunk of that peanut brittle? I haven't made any in years! Yummo. Thanks for listening to the music. I love it too. Love back your way, Peg
Sista,
Please e-mail me your address and I will send you a samplin'... it's about the only thing I can make that won't kill you!
OMG, I just heard they arrested Adam Lambert in Finland. I need to get digging to find out why... that's what I mean, stick to singing man!
See you at 'my' Christmas hub where I have blatantly pirated your expression . Love, Maria
Thanks for helping me recall so many memories, Peg.
The glass soda bottles...two cents for the small, five cents for the large.
Send the goods Maria, I love peanut brittle. Once I made it with raw peanuts by mistake. Oops, green brittle. Yuck. Will be over to see you at your Christmas hub. I've been off line with house guests in and other medical goings on. But, another story in that - Worker's Compensation - issues. Oh, brother. Hope your Christmas was lovely. See you soon.
Daisy my darling. You are sweet to stop in and remember with me. Yes, two cents for the small and five cents for the large. Hah, large! Now "large" is the "Roughrider size" at 42 oz. How can someone drink a pitcher of soda? Oh my.
Peg,
With all the troubles in the world today, don't you sometimes wish you could go back to the 60s?
Enjoyed your hub. You had a 1959 Chevrolet Impala Convertible. I loved the 1959 Chevrolet Impala. We once owned a white one.
I remember the Cuban Missile Crisis. We had just married my husband and Dad both in the military. Both had to head for the base. The rest of us sitting in front of the tv waiting for what was coming next.
Enjoyed your hub.
Hi Daisy - We had our share of troubles back then, but it is so much fun to remember the good times. It did seem like a kinder more innocent time. Mostly I miss feeling as young as I did then - fresh and new without the cynicism learned through the decades. Ah yes. I would go back if I could know then what I know now.
Hi Moonlake - The 59 Chevy Convertible was my means of transportation in a time when gasoline was only 33 cents a gallon. You know how powerful those motors were back then. Vroom vroom. I could get three gallons of gas for a dollar and make it to school, work and back home for one day.
The Cuban Missle Crisis was a difficult time living in the Keys. The Army came in with their huge rumbling trucks and artillery rolling down the street (Flagler Ave.) in front of our house for hours and hours, deep into the night. We were just 90 miles from Cuba. It was a scary time for all. You, having been in a military family (twice) you were sure to feel it. So nice to see you today.
'Green brittle'? Well, that just 'burns my biscuits', Sista! Never fear, the real stuff will be sent your way soon...
Good luck with the grim task of dealing with WC. I am sending extra hugs your way! Love you, Maria
Green brittle would be good for St. Patty's day if anyone would dare eat it. Hah.
On the other issue, we are taking another tack in hopes for some much needed relief. This has been so frustrating and ridiculuous. An absolute sham.
Sista, Did you get my e-mail yesterday? Love, Maria
Hello Sista, Ya vohl I did indeed. And what a pleasant surprise it was to hear directly from you. Sent you a response but I owe you a longer note. Here's an IOU. IOU
Hi PegCole12
This is such a fascinating and beautiful read. What a beautiful and peaceful place to grow up in. Here in India, we still get coke in bottles and I can swear that it tastes so much better, I always look for coke in a bottle whenever I travel but now am able to find it in fewer and fewer places. It is amazing how every place is so different yet so similar. I really enjoyed reading this.
Hi Sista,
Wanted to swing by to say HI, that I am thinking of you and hubby and to take another listen to your amazing music.
I just watched DWTS on Monday PM and the dancers performed to MOTOWN with The Temps, Smokey and Martha Reeves (who sadly is not sounding real good). This music is one of a kind, just like you! Love, Maria
Hello and welcome Sweetzara, Thanks for your visit. I always enjoy hearing about other countries and the memories that people had growing up in other places. You are right about Coke tasting so much better in the cold glass bottle. Nothing at all like drinking from a tin can. There is a retro trend here in the states where you can get the little green bottles again but they are costly compared to the plastic. Again, I'm so glad to see you here today and hope to visit your work as well.
Peg
Darling Maria, I'm always grateful for a visit from you and it makes me take the time to go back and read over my work and reread the lovely comments that people make. Motown and the Temptations, Smokey and Martha Reeves are a few that I left off here. So much music, so little time. Here's hoping I'll catch you for breakfast at the Cafe before you're off to your busy day.
Love you. Peg
Hello Peg. Nice new avatar. This is such a special hub. Glad the fresh comments drew me back here.
Hey there Mike. Thanks for the return visit to this hub. I found some more old pictures and added them recently, like my old 59 Chevy, so I'm glad you took another look. As always, it's good to see you here. You made my day. Glad you like the new avatar! Peg
Hi Peg. My first car $250.00 1960 Ford Falcon station wagon. Perhaps the least cool car ever manufactured by Ford. The car had approximately one year of life left in it when I purchased it in 1969. Lol
Mike, I think that takes the award for the third least cool car in high school. First was a guy in my senior class who drove a hearse to school everyday, second was my whale of a 59 Chevy Impala, then your Ford Falcon. Totally square Daddio. Did we go to the same HS? LOL
Barging in like it's the Cafe to say.....hey, what about my "first"... a lemon colored 1981 Mercury Zephyr that my cool bro gave me a "really good deal on" for $200... oh the repair bills!
Sista, I also love your avatar... you are so cool! Will return your lovely reply soon. Hugs, Maria
Barge away my darling. I love your visits and it gives me an opportunity to hit the play button on my own video. Is that like tooting your own horn? I hope not. I love the music. I wanna disco. On the disco isle...
A Mercury Zephyr? How uncool.
1981 Mercury Zephyr. A 1981 car, was your first car. Now I am feeling old for sure. I am going to have to look up a Zephyr.
Ooooh, Mar. Check out the 1939 Mercury Zephyr. That was way cool. I looked at Google images to find out what they looked like. The 80s ones were kinda big and square. Me Too, Mck. In 81, well nevermind.
Funny I just looked up a 1981 Mercury Zephyr and it was not terrible. The Ford Falcon was terrible.
Mck, I just looked up a 1960 Ford Falcon Station wagon and it is so uncool that it's really Cool. Man, it's so bad it's good. BTW. We had a 1959 Rambler Station wagon and it was REALLY uncool. I wanted Mom to drop me off a couple of blocks away from school so no one would see it.
Oh, trust me, you two sweethearts... this "ole Zephyr was a heffer"... it was pretty terrible! LOL, I felt very "square" when I was driving that thing! I will check out the 1939, Sista!
Peggy, I love when something is so uncool that it's cool! OMG, Dad had a neon blue Rambler... but it didn't like to ramble so much... I couldn't tell you the year.
Mar, Sometimes I think we were raised in the same family and just have a case of amnesia. Sista, is that YOU? We also had a '64 Rambler American that my brother totalled. He was okay, just minor cuts and bruises. The Zephyr was a heffer, how funny!
I am pretty sure the 'Rambler Wagon' I had was a 1964. Seems about right, I owned it in 1973. Drove to El Paso, Ft. Bliss, and back again 8 months later. Beautiful country around there.
Mck, "Out in the West Texas town of El Paso...". Here's one for you this morning. http://youtu.be/GgI5DMVegIk
As kids,we went to the drive in with our parents. We watched the movie lying on top of the Rambler wagon. Hahaha Good times. There's a hub by Marcy Goodfleisch called Eegah about drive in movies. It's a good one and so is she.
It's so interesting hearing about times past. I often find myself longing for a time when I could leave the house without a call from work. Or going cruising in the car just cause it was the cool thing to do. It seems that even as a kid I had to worry about gas prices when I wanted to go out. You've made it seem like such a laid back point in time. I'm jealous because I'm too young to have lived it. And I can't imagine what my kids are in for over the next sixty year. Anyways enjoyed the history lesson thank you for writing it. voted up
Dear Sista,
I was in the mood for a little Marty Robbins after laughing at the Cafe this morning with the Elvis that Becky shared... now I'm feeling mellow and nostalgic again.
Thanks, girlfriend! Hugs, Maria
Down in the West Texas town of El Paso...
Mellow and nostalgic is good. Funny and laughing is too! I'll have to check out the Elvis one that Becky shared. I sent you a sweet story on fB on a website that I follow.
Hugs your way
Peg
mckbirdbks Level 8 Commenter 9 months ago
Good morning Peg. Reading your Hub this morning was like a mini vacation. Soda fountains, transistor radios just great. I remember the freedom to ride my bike many miles from home and as long as I was home by dark, no one had any concern. I remember 3 cent pop bottles, must be a regional thing. Street baseball and street football were popular. Have a relaxing Sunday.