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Let’s play.

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You’re here.

What else are you gonna do?

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I entered my teenage years in the 1970’s and believe me, there were plenty of inexplicable things.

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Did we buy rocks we could just as easily have picked up in the backyard? Sure. But they came with fake hay and a nifty cardboard box. Who didn’t want that?

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Dr. Scholls. They were clunky, heavy, unattractive and you couldn’t wait to buy the next new color when it was released. You wore them, admit it.

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If you were a young girl in the ‘70’s? Your mother dressed you like this. I believe it is the reason many of us drink.

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This.

I wish I had a video of myself endlessly bopping around our backyard on what was then my favorite toy. This thing rocked! As well as bounced the living crap out of your internal organs. We had a slight hill on your property and let me tell you… 7 year old River airborne down a hill on a Hoppity Hop was a thing of beauty.

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Yes, also inexplicable was the 1970 desire to cover bathrooms in horrendous waves of thick, preferably shag, brightly hued carpeting. Mustard, olive green and turquoise were da bomb.

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While my parent’s home was filled with antiques and the occasional hint of Danish modern in the 70’s… aka the era of questionable taste…thankfully it didn’t include this particular “western” couch… but I can guarantee you knew someone who owned one and loved it. I knew many someones and sadly the couches were still in their homes in the 80’s.

Finally, no visit to the ‘70’s would be complete without this.

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Being chosen to run the overhead projector during class? That was the epitome of cool.

Your turn!

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57 thoughts on “Let’s play.”

  4. We had the awful couch, with the same upholstery. It was incredibly uncomfortable. I have often taken pride in my ability to sleep in adverse conditions; not these conditions. The only one I have ever seen napping on that torture device was my dad, who truly could sleep anywhere. That’s right, Tim, you’re never gonna die.

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  5. I spent the 70s trying to hang on to my hippie ideals, and struggling to recover from all the things I put my body througn living on the streets and sleeping in the parks or on the beaches at night. What was happening in the straight world I was totally oblivious to. Pet rocks? Hoppity Hops? Who knew?

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  10. My parents had that couch, and then when they got rid of that they got a living room set in black and yellow. Mind you my parents had red carpet at the time, ewww. I remember the pet rock, I also remember the Lite Brite, the Big Wheel and Silly Putty. I remember those overhead projectors and the dittos that went along with them with purple ink.

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  11. The Big Wheel
    Superelasticbubbleplastic
    Micronaughts (hard metal action figures)
    Roller Skates with Skate Key
    Rotary Phones-The Busy Signal
    Cars without seatbelts
    Drive-In Movies (although there are still three near me in operation)
    Brigentene Castle Commercials or super low budget commercials
    13 channels on the tv with more interesting programming than a million channels of crap
    Horror Movie Hosts/Saturday Morning Cartoons

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    1. I remember riding in the cargo area of the Falcon station wagon and sticking my head … and actually half my body now that I think about it….out the back window while flying down the Jersey turnpike. Good, albeit extremely dangerous, times.

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  13. Hippity hop!
    Those ugly clothes were usually sewn by our mothers.
    Click-clacks, AM radios (esp that one that could be a bracelet), walking/bicycling everywhere – without parents, typing classes, festival concerts (CalJam, US Fest), concerts tix were $5, standing in line at a store’s TickerMaster counter to get tix, calling 555-1212 for the time, having phone operators due an “emergency breakin” if a phone line was busy, tv broadcasts stopped at night – nat’l anthem and signoff, babysitting at 12yrs old.

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    1. My mother never sewed a dress in her life. She paid money for those horrors.
      Click clacks! Yes.
      Bicycling everywhere, all day, unsupervised. Yikes.
      I was too young for concerts until the very end of the decade.
      Party lines! We never had one but my husbands family.. of 9 children.. did. What a nightmare.
      🤣

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