<p>tsdad: too funny! His lovely wife moon pie.</p>
<p>doddsdad: My brother took care of the June bugs as well as the garter snakes. He used to put them in a shoe box with holes in the lid and chase us all around. He also worked on his tree fort for years and occasionally let us climb up and sit for ten seconds if we did his chores. Boy, was I gullible. If I ever come across any extant fish net pictures I will post them forthwith.</p>
<p>In Northern California in '73 we wore button fly low hip hugging bell bottom blue jeans, tshirts with some sort of American flag pattern, Clark's Wallabees and long long long straight hair in our faces. And washed our hair with Life! conditioner.</p>
<p>I think we ate whatever our substance-altered minds were craving.</p>
<p>In '73? We were eating Screaming Yellow Zonkers.</p>
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<p>You know this really just clicked as many of us wrote about our dislike of low rise jeans. We have have turned in to our parents :eek:</p>
<p>Reading this thread has been to much fun with this thread. I'll add afew more of our fashion forward trends: Gauchos (?) mini skirts with maxi coats, who id not have a thick silver ID bracelet? Suede jackets with fringe (my older sister had one tht I spent many years coveting)</p>
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<p>Sybbie,
I'm not quite ready to go that far, but I have to admit I may have finally broken every one of my childhood/youth promises to myself about what I wouldn't do when I became a parent. </p>
<p>Closely related to that was an observation that I heard from a comic. He said "There comes a time in every man's life when he gets up in the morning, goes to the bathroom sink, looks in the mirror, looks closer and then exclaims, "Dad??!!" :eek:</p>
<p>I recall many a seduction expected or planned around this "fine wine" in the early '70s. Came in either white or rose--usually next to the Lancers, I believe. Guys even seemed to know that the stubby empty bottle when used as a candleholder with lots of dripped wax was some kind of major chick-bait.</p>
<p>Navy pea coats anyone? Of course they were so bulky it was a real hassle trying to fit in your locker at school. Did anyone else string elastic with little plastic beads for a classy 'hippy' necklace? </p>
<p>Boone's Farm was the vino of choice. And we put salted peanuts in our bottled Coke.</p>
<p>We spent hours playing jacks and four-square. And I was pretty good with a top.</p>
<p>Curm,</p>
<p>What happened to Old Spice?</p>
<p>I can proudly credit my first Boones Farm (in 10th grade) experience as the reason I haven't had a drink since.</p>
<p>sybbie, that was dad's aftershave, we were in to "cologne", manly "parfum" for manly teenage men. I did forget Brut though, didn't I?</p>
<p>OH and sybbie, I can almost throw-up just hearing the name of that (shudder) wine. The memories are vivid, to say the least.</p>
<p>Taramom, sybbie and curmudge - Being the sophisticates we were, H and I served Lancers at our wedding reception (believing it to be a "cut above" Mateus and quite certain that it superseded Cold Duck in style and flair). Fortunately for us, Boones Farm hadn't been invented yet (1970)? I believe Cold Duck was the Boones Farm of our cohort in its deterrent effect wrt future overindulgence. ;)</p>
<p>Funny, I was thinking about pea jackets and my full length camelhair maxicoat last night, and here they are! Also, we had a great discussion about Boones Farm, Mateus, Lancers, MD 20-20 and the bottle/candleholders a few months back in this thread <a href="http://talk.collegeconfidential.com/showthread.php?t=36378&highlight=wine%5B/url%5D">http://talk.collegeconfidential.com/showthread.php?t=36378&highlight=wine</a>
We also talked abou San Gria in the carved out watermelons, and anyone remember melons injected with gin or vodka?
Calmom- I broke a tooth on a piece of Screaming Yellow Zonkers. We didn't even consider suing back then.</p>
<p>I also remember a boyfriend wearing his dad's Canoe cologne, so in my head/nose, Canoe is for either teens or old geezers.</p>
<p>And, as everything that goes around comes around, its funny to see teen girls with blue eyeshadow and black eyeliner again!</p>
<p>jmmom, I can't really relate. I was married in 1981, and prices had soared astronomically in the go-go 80's as had expectations. Status concious as we were at the time sparkling wine wouldn't cut it. We had a 5 figure wine budget and blew it all on Korbel. Yep. $5 a bottle times 20 bottles is one HUNDRED dollars and zero zero cents. Five figures. Us and the Trumps. WooHoo!!</p>
<p>I was married in 1981 also, in fact Monday will be our anniv. With both of the girls out all night last night , we stayed in and watched a movie- The life aquatic- with Steve Zissou
I actually didn't want alcohol at my reception, we were paying for everything ourselves and we had little money. Howver my inlaws who couldn't imagine being in the same room with me without alcohol, bought several cases of Cooks champagne, which actually was one of the nicer things they have ever done.
I had a boyfriend that wore Brut- sexah, my dad wore Old Spice ick.
My husband doesn't usually wear anything.
I remember sailor jeans which didn't fit me, and I had to take them in quite a bit, I think they were supposed to ride on your hips but I didn't have any.
I loved my desert boots and wallabees and waffle stompers, they were in junior high. In high school I mainly wore baretrap wooden platforms with whatever I was wearing,my flares or my minidresses anything to make me taller.plus the platform comes in very handy in muddy seattle weather.
We used herbal essence shampoo after a favorite high school teacher said that was what he used.
My daughter wears a peacoat that she got from Lands end ( it doesn't fit her though their sizing is really large)
I dearly wanted a fringed suede jacket, but what I usally wore was a long wool coat or a Gerry ski jacket ( or Serac)
I had a favorite lt blue synthetic wrap shirt that I wore every weekend just about, however since my jeans were always falling down, it exposed quite a bit of my stomach, no belly ring though ;)</p>
<p>I'm putting on my old fake dickie shirt (the dickie is sewn into the open collar), listening to Cat Stevens sing "Moonshadow" on the stereo, and cringing at the memory of my son's question shortly before his second birthday: "Am I going to fart a lot when I grow up?"</p>
<p>Wallabees! Wonderfully comfortable shoes with crepe soles. And hiking boots and earth shoes Also marginally comfortable. So why did we wear Dr. Scholl's? Those suckers hurt! Same for using thise tortoise shell and metal hair clips. They either fell out or pulled on the scalp. And while we're on pain, those fleshtone colored noseclips on elastic that you wore around your neck and used to keep the water out of your nose when you swam? Ouch. And before seatbelts were invented, the backseat of cars had a strap that you could grab onto if the car stopped short, but it only seemed to slingshot you into the seat in front of you. How did we survive?</p>
<p>Greybeard - have you noticed that dickies are back in? Saw one on Oprah, I think. And definitely saw one on What Not to Wear, but in the What TO wear section.</p>
<p><em>not sure about jumping on to this particular bandwagon</em></p>
<p>Remember the shoes with the thick platform sole that had a hole in the heel area ... yo-yo's. I remember how proud I was when I got a pair. </p>
<p>I remember riding my stingray bike complete with banana seat and sissy bars. We used to "bike surf" on our banana seats. We decorated our bike wheel spokes with cut up colored straws and playing cards we connected with clothes pins (for sound effect). Remember the tall orange flags you could connect to your bike? I'll never forget seeing my sister's flag fly past our back window as someone was stealing her bike off our porch. And the peel and stick "flower power" daisies ... remember those?</p>
<p>I had a life-size poster of Shaun Cassidy that hung on my bedroom door. I went roller-skating every Friday night and always associate the song "Locomotion" with that. We used to climb trees, play hopscotch, rollerskate in the street, play tetherball in our backyard, etc. I wanted to be outside always. My mom had to ring a bell just to get us to come in and eat lunch and dinner. We would always run back outside to play until it was dark. Things are so different today.</p>
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SplashMom - did you have a skate key? Wish I'd saved mine. Remember how we attached our skates to our shoes with the skate key (no roller blades in my day).</p>
<p>I wore school uniforms and was always in such a hurry to get outside to play after school. I'd pull off the jumper, but was too rushed to change blouse and remove slip, so I'd just tuck my slip into my pants, keep on the uniform blouse and run outside. Couldn't stand to miss a minute.</p>
<p>Splash-
I had a plain Schwinn, not a stingray, but remember the baseball cards clipped to the spokes with clothespins. I had the orange plastic streamers coming from the plastic covers of the handlebars. And the peel and stick flowers? Mine were fuzzy-textured pink/maroon and I think there are still a few that we couldn't ever get off my white French provincial style dresser! I'll have to look next time I am at my dad's house.
Everything was outdoors-- summer and winter. All the games you've already mentioned, plus a few pranks that got us all into serious trouble. Someone went over to a neighbor's house and put a hose into this kid's bathroom window and turned it on. That's bad enough, but his dad was the mayor of the town!! Then, in the winter, we had an inpromptu snowball fight on the way to school. My brother decided to throw some at the passing cars. He hit one--it happened to be the school principal's car! :eek: Remember that really scary/sinking feeling you got when they called into your classroom over that wooden box mounted up high on the wall for you to come to the office?? Ahhh! </p>
<p>Jmmom--
The skate key!! Wore it around my neck on a gold string!! Clamped those metal skates onto my shoes! In the winter we ice-skated on the nearby ponds or sledded on our flexible fliers or in the flying saucers and came home for hot chocolate. Yumm! We also ate twinkies, Mallomars, and snowballs-- those pink, coconut-covered semicircular things-- 2 to a pack. Wonder if they have those at that vermont Country store website. Ahhh, as Shakespeare said, dear, dead days beyond recall....</p>
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<p>Here's a recipe for the marshmallow sno-balls!<a href="http://www.leitesculinaria.com/columns/snowballs.html%5B/url%5D">http://www.leitesculinaria.com/columns/snowballs.html</a></p>