This morning I read a blog post by Gobblefunk Words about songs she likes – the post led me on a meander into the past – which made me decide to put these words on digital paper and see what comes next.

Remembering the days we’d almost miss the school bus because the radio played the new Elvis song just as we were to walk out our doors – and you cannot, absolutely cannot, walk out the door without first listening to any Elvis song that popped up on the radio.

The weekend days lying on the floor with my feet up on a chair (oh, were you supposed  to actually sit in the chair?), a stack of my current favorite records waiting their turns to drop to the turntable and play. 45s in those days, although some singers got me to buy their albums – which were the 33 rpms.

A minor accident one night because a girlfriend was driving my boyfriend’s car while listening to some rock and roll – she was, at best, a very beginner driver and the music captured her so she drove too fast on a dark road. No one was hurt – except probably her pride and one side of boyfriend’s car that came in contact with dirt hill on the side of the road.

Going into the big city of Denver, Colorado, to see Bill Haley and the Comets’ movie – the title of which I’ve forgotten – and spending all of our money so instead of taking the bus back home to the suburbs, we ended up walking too many miles on the dark streets. We could do that back then, with sore feet because we wore those shoes that were so cute but not so comfortable being the only negative thing that happened.

The dusk to dawn movies on Saturday nights at the local drive-in theater – the things that preceded binging Netflix shows on your 55” LED or LCD TV screen – the nights we’d pile as many of us as possible in the car because tickets were for the carload. Staying for too many movies always getting me home after my curfew, which meant I’d be on restriction for days again. That was a common occurrence in those days.

Easter morning sunrise services at Pike’s Peak – where once again pride beat out practicality, meaning I’d wear that cute new dress my mom had made for me that was far too lightweight for the temperatures on Pike’s Peak that early in the year. What is it they say? “Pride goeth before the fall of man” or some such thing? Yeah, that works for a teenage girl too.

Oh yes – those “golden old days” – when the bad kids would get 3.2% alcohol beer and have “wild” parties on the weekends, and the good kids would hang out talking in someone’s car – usually in someone’s driveway, because we’d used all our gas money driving around during the day. When we’d head out on our bikes on some days, pedaling around the back roads, the requirement being we get home by dinnertime. When families sat at the table for meals and talked to each other. The days of Elvis’ shocking hips and the Everly Brothers’ pompadours, when rock and roll was new and life was more gentle – at least in memory.

All of which makes me wonder what todays’ kids will look back at? Will they have fond memories, or will mass shootings and hatred dominate?

Now, some of what’s blooming in my yard this week:

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  1. Carol — Your post triggered fond memories of being part of a garage band called THE PASTEL LOLLIPOPS 🙂

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  2. ghostmmnc says:

    Such great memories of days past. Very similar to my ‘good old days’ 🙂

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  3. Gobblefunkist says:

    For some reason, your post was EXACTLY the American life I had visualized when I first came to the US in the nineteen nineties. I am not sure how I got that image. I was disappointed that the America I saw was not at all like that.

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  4. Ally Bean says:

    I’ve no answer to your question about today’s kids and what they’ll remember, but I like your memories. Mine are from a different era than yours, but the feeling is the same– friendship and bit of carrying on. Rather innocent in view of today’s news.

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  5. Robin says:

    Wonderful memories, Carol. I hope that today’s kids will find things like that, too. I think it’s possible when I consider that I grew up in the days when we hid under our desks for nuclear war drills. That was terrifying, and yet those memories are balanced with summers at the shore, hanging out with friends, listening to the music my older cousin (a hippie!) was listening to because I wanted to be cool like her (Janis Joplin, Carole King, Jimi Hendrix), and more. 🙂

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  6. Lisa says:

    Ahhhh, nostalgia…..always there to help us remember those “good ol’ days”! Even though I’m a bit younger, I also remember many of the same activities you mentioned. Riding bikes, being gone all day and coming home after dusk! Riding around town listening to Beach Boys music. Drive in movies!! The world is different now….or is it? There was a lot of violence during the Civil Rights movement in the 60s; the rise of hard drugs like LSD, heroin and acid during the 70s, along with riots and protest for the Vietnam War. I believe, along with all the good things to remember, each decade has had its fair share of hatred and vitriol about something. Is our culture worse now? Perhaps. But, I also believe we’ve done it to ourselves to a large extent with our “me first,” “gimme, gimme, gimme” attitudes, and a general lack of civility when it comes to being able to dialogue with people about things on which we disagree. And, don’t even get me started on raising a generation of young adults that are not resilient to life’s conflict or challenges! It’s been very evident when I teach those college seniors that they really are not well prepared for the crap life is going to throw at them after they leave the psychological safety of college life. I did notice that many of your fond memories centered around questionable decision that were made! I suppose the more things change, the more they remain the same! 🙂

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    • Carol says:

      I agree wholeheartedly with what you’ve said. I think our culture, our society, has stopped appreciating what it has and is now expecting more – without the effort required to get the more. Perhaps it started when both parents started working and made time with the kids less a priority and giving the kids everything they wanted more of a priority. Too much helicoptering along with the “gimme gimme” and “me first”. It does not help that public figures are no longer good role models.

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