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1969
Jun 9, 2019 22:12:30 GMT
Post by Bevo on Jun 9, 2019 22:12:30 GMT
This weekend, I turned 60. Yes... 60. It's been a GREAT weekend. On my actual birthday, I had planned to be on vacation. But, I ended up having a 7 am meeting with the CEO of my company to discuss the economics of a $50M capital request for a new production plant. I was excited that he would come to Louisville to see the site for himself, and to bypass many layers of "massaging the message" to find out the FACTS from the manager most closely in tune with the business... ie, ME! It was a good meeting.
After that, MamaBevo and I went to a nearby casino, where I managed to eek out $200 in winnings.. after several hours of fun play. Later, we had a nice steak dinner and went to see Hamilton.. the touring group is here in Louisville this month. During the day, I learned that a co-worker and his wife were going to the show too, so I invited them to join us for dinner. They did, and we had a GREAT time.
A month or two ago, MamaBevo asked what I wanted to do for my 60th. I said, "Let's just have a party". Since then, I heard nothing. In the past week, she told me most of the neighbors were traveling, so... we would just go to Hamilton on my birthday (Friday). Then, on Saturday, we would go to a local restaurant (With outdoor seating on the river) with my kids, and two couples who are our closest friends. For some reason, I believed her. Therefore, I was truly VERY SURPRISED when we walked into the restaurant and there were 35 people there for my party! Nearly ALL of our neighbors and several friends from church and from work. It was AWESOME! We had a Crown Royal cake... and, I got TONS of bourbon and various kinds of Crown Royal as gifts. It was the best birthday party I ever had.... hands down.
Ten Years ago, when I was about to turn 50, I posted an essay on the old site to memorialize my memories about 1969. It was, without much doubt, one of the most memorable years of my life. It was one of the very few threads I was able to capture and save... along with several of the replies. I've been saving it, to post again on my birthday. So, I will post it, as a reply to this. I think it will be new to a few of you.
Later, I will post a few replies, and we'll see if we can figure out who they were from. (The names aren't on them, but... I think I know).
Hope you all enjoy it. I even have new and different recollections now.. 10 years later. Maybe, I'll make a reply to myself! :-)
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Jun 9, 2019 22:12:53 GMT
Post by Bevo on Jun 9, 2019 22:12:53 GMT
As I am rapidly approaching my 50th year of life, I decided to write a little reminder of what life was like in 1969, when I was 10, and some of the changes seen since:
Of course, there was no internet, no video games (although Atari ‘Pong’ hit our house somewhere near this time), telephones were attached to the wall, by a long cord if you were lucky. We had one television in our house, a brand new color TV, I’d guess about 25” size… as the youngest in the house, I was the “remote” control. Living near Houston gave us access to 4 TV stations: (ABC, CBS, NBC and PBS). I don’t recall whether we’d added our first UHS channel yet or not… I don’t think so.
National or world news came only from the lips of Walter Cronkite, or printed in the morning paper… which I diligently read every day. If Walter didn’t say it, it wasn’t important.
Only NASA had computers… we didn’t even have calculators yet, although there were starting to be reports of some. I was still being taught to use a slide-rule in school.
Speaking of school…. At my school, in southeast Texas, we had no air-conditioning in the classrooms; only in the library. Hmnn? Maybe that’s why I developed such a love for reading?? We had open windows and fans. And, oh yes… in 1969 we had one very novel thing: our first black students in our classroom. We added three in my class. I became pretty good friends with one boy, Julian Diggs, and my mother created a bit of a stir in our neighborhood when she invited him to our house for my birthday party. My recollection of the event was, “it was no big deal”….but, the grown-ups seemed to be in a tizzy about it.
My Dad had a good job, for a high school graduate, working as a Supervisor in a chemical plant. Mom stayed home to run the household. With my sister, the four of us lived in a ~ 1200 ft2 frame house, with one car. I believe, 1969 is the year we finally got two cars, as we drove to Houston to buy a 1969 Pontiac Bonneville… wow, what a boat of a car. It was about 30 feet long, probably weighed 5000 lbs, and got just under 16 MPG. The “great new feature” on it was: Power steering and brakes! No airbags, no traction control, no anti-lock brakes, no independent suspension… none of the things we take for granted in cars these days.
Oh… driving to Houston? That was a 1 hour trip along a dangerous two-lane highway with stop lights in several small towns. Today, it’s a 30 minute non-stop cruise at high speed along an alternately 2,3, and 4 lane highway.
We had no micro-wave. Gasoline cost 19.9 cents per gallon. Our brand new lawn mower had a self-propelled feature on the front wheels and none of the annoying “safety features” we have today. That was sweet! Bicycles had one speed… maybe 3 if you were lucky.
Our town had one movie theater that changed films about once every 3 weeks. For entertainment, my parents would go to friend’s houses to drink coffee, talk, maybe play cards. Sometimes, they came to our house. Either way, that meant all of us kids had to spend the time “playing together”. Not coincidentally, my parents seemed to visit more frequently with the families who’s kids played together well.
In politics, virtually every elected official in Texas, and indeed, most of the South, was a Democrat. In 1969, the country was still sort of in shock after the tragic election year of 1968. I think, many people were doubting the “greatness” of the county at that time… The accomplishment of the moon-landing and the stress-release of Woodstock helped solidify the historic significance of both
“Made in Japan” was synonymous with “Junk”. Although, some new Sony radios were being sold that were pretty cool. China was a completely closed Communist society.
Chemical plants at that time routinely dumped toxic waste into open “magic” pits. People worked on their own cars, changed their own oil, and poured the used oil along fence-line to kill grass. There was lead in paint, lead in gasoline, and asbestos in damn near everything… even the ceiling tiles at the school. At night, the chemical plants near us spewed so much black smoke, it sometimes obscured the screen at the drive-in movie. Fish were dying due to water pollution. Mosquito populations were exploding due to DDT bans and tar balls often covered the beach. Today, the beach is clean, the air is clean and the fish population is thriving. Sadly, the mosquitoes are thriving as well.
A double bypass heart surgery took 24 hours, and the chances of survival were about 50/50. We had X-ray’s for diagnostics… that’s it. We had a choice of two doctors.. one was an alcoholic, the other cursed like a sailor. Music was played on vinyl LP’s… and, single 45’s cost a dollar. ALL tennis rackets were wooden. As were all golf drivers… all the irons and putters were blades. We had one crappy golf course within 40 miles. Today, in the same area, there are six.
The AMAZING Mets won the World Series with a little help from a local rookie, Nolan Ryan. We got to watch some of the series on TV in my Phys Ed class… on a Black & White tv. . Joe Willy predicted, and then won Super Bowl III. The roman numerals were a lot simpler then. Rusty Staub was my favorite Astro, and the Dome was the ONLY covered stadium in the world.
Young boys were “hyper”, no one had ADHD. Old people got “dementia’, not Alzheimer’s. And, Halloween was a kid’s dream…. Candy by the bagful from people you never met, with no worries. Coca Cola came in ONE flavor… a glass coke bottle would fetch you a nickel at the store… and, that nickel could buy a candy bar, or 5 pieces of “penny candy”. All of my free time was spent playing football, basketball, or baseball with the neighbors… or reading… or, riding my bike. That’s pretty much it.
The world today is so vastly different, it’s hard to comprehend. Some changes haven’t been all that great, but… on the whole, I like today. What will 2050 look like? Well considering the difference in life between 1929 and 1969 and 2009, I think 2049 will be Grand!
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Jun 9, 2019 22:38:33 GMT
Post by Hero on Jun 9, 2019 22:38:33 GMT
Happy Birthday
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Jun 10, 2019 2:29:40 GMT
Post by EvilVodka on Jun 10, 2019 2:29:40 GMT
Happy Birthday Bevo
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Jun 10, 2019 2:50:43 GMT
Post by Bevo on Jun 10, 2019 2:50:43 GMT
Here's Reply #1.... anyone guess who this was?
Great post. I'm just a little younger. In LaGrange, we had cable tv from as early as I can remember (I was born in '66), but we had only eight channels (two from each major network (one Atlanta, one Columbus) plus PBS plus WTCG, an Atlanta independent run by Turner Communications Group that eventually became WTBS.
For kicks, find somebody in their 20s and tell them we used to use shampoo out of glass bottles and toothpaste out of metal tubes. Even in the '60s and '70s, plastic hadn't made its way into every part of our lives.
In 1971, Dad bought a specially ordered 1972 Chevelle station wagon from the local dealer. It was a "mid-sized" car, but giant by today's standards. When it arrived, it wasn't exactly what he ordered, and rather than take a deal on it, he said he'd wait to get what he'd ordered. That station wagon didn't have power locks and windows (although I think they were already available), because, according to Dad, that was "just something else to go wrong". It did, however, have an 8-track tape player. I remember hearing everything from Bill Cosby to Frank Sinatra to the Beatles to Elvis Presley on that stereo.
We had two telephones in the house, both of which had to be leased from Southern Bell. They were, of course, rotary dial. Up until I was about 12 or 13 or so, you had to dial only five digits for local calls. Every 7-digit number in town started with 882- or 884-, so you could just skip the 88 (which was the exchange TUxedo, btw). We added a third telephone, but we had to sneak it past the phone company by splicing it in ourselves. It couldn't ring.
It was a huge, huge deal when Columbus, GA (about 50 miles away) got a big FM radio station that played pop and rock music. Up until then, FM was absolutely not what you'd want to listen to. All the good music, if it could be found at all, would be exclusively on AM stations.
Fresh produce was available only when it was in season locally. There were no fruits and vegetables from South America or Africa or Europe or the Middle East. If you wanted oranges in the spring, you bought frozen concentrated orange juice. If you wanted grean beans in the middle of winter, you pulled down a Mason jar that your grandmother put up the previous year.
Speaking of produce, my great-uncle owned an orange orchard just outside of Lakeland, FL. Every year for Christmas, we'd get a couple of huge boxes of oranges, grapefruit, and kumquats. That came to an end when the FL and/or US Department of Agriculture made it illegal to transport produce across state lines before they'd been through some kind of inspection or processing. The orchard came to an end altogether when increasing frosts and skyrocketing central Florida real estate prices made keeping the orchard impractical. He lived a modest farmer's life but died a very rich man.
The tallest building in Atlanta was the Hyatt with the "flying saucer" on top, the first highrise hotel built around an open atrium. Today, the only US buildings taller than the Bank of America tower (the C&S building when construction started) are in Chicago and New York.
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Jun 10, 2019 13:44:57 GMT
Post by doc on Jun 10, 2019 13:44:57 GMT
Happy birthday - I'm about 8 months ahead of you - turned 60 last October. Here are some of my 1969 recollections...
I watched my first Ohio State game on January 1, 1969 - OSU vs USC, the Bucks beat OJ Simpson and the Trojans 27-16 and I was hooked for life! So the year started off great.
We lived in Kettering, Ohio - a suburb of Dayton - in a little 3 bedroom/1 bath house. At the time I had 6 brothers and sisters and a 7th sibling on the way. Yes, soon to be 10 people in a 3 bedroom house. For this reason, our parents were shopping around for a new house and we were destined to move in the summer of '69.
I loved my school and neighborhood so I wasn't excited about moving. My oldest sister was in high school and the school musical that year was Bye, Bye, Birdie. They needed a younger boy to play Kim MacAfee's brother so my sister volunteered me. I had the greatest time in that play - a 5th grade boy hanging around with high school girls, it was awesome! But alas, when the school year was over my youngest sister was born (she'll be 50 tomorrow!) and we moved to Dayton.
The summer was fine - we moved to a neighborhood with lots of kids so I made new friends quickly. Our house was 3 houses away from a neighborhood park so we spent about every day up there, playing baseball and basketball. We experienced the lunar landing on our black and white Zenith and our vacations were always to our grandmothers house in 'beautiful' Lima, Ohio which made it's mark by manufacturing tanks and being the home to many oil refineries.
Following the summer I started 6th grade at my new school, EJ Brown. I hated it! The next 3 years of my life were horrible. It wasn't till I got to high school that I was able to shake the stigma of being the new kid who everyone wanted to bully. I finally started fighting back midway through the 6th grade but after I kicked a couple asses, they got their older brothers to kick my ass - it was horrible. It didn't help that my mom got me a new bike for my birthday - that had blue tires! I was the butt of everyone's jokes. She got it from Goodyear and it was cheaper due to the blue tires. So I had a brand new bike that I didn't want to ride because it had blue tires! Colored tires started to become more prevalent so I guess I was ahead of my time but that doesn't matter much to an 11 year old boy who everyone wanted to humiliate.
I had a very strict dad - he didn't put up with any crap. I think as I look back that was a blessing because a lot of the kids who got to do whatever they wanted fell into drugs, dropped out of school and became serious losers. One kid passed out by a lake, rolled in and drowned. A lot of the kids who bullied me became serious losers. Dayton was so much different from the suburbs of Kettering. There seemed to be family values in Kettering, in Dayton the kids in 6th grade smoked, cussed like sailors and told their parents to screw off. It was a shock to me. My dad would have killed us if he caught us doing any of the things some of the other neighbor kids did.
So '69 was a year of transition. I often wonder how things would have been had I stayed in Kettering but like I said, once I got to high school things changed. I actually went to a predominantly black high school which was quite a shock at first. But once I saw we were just a bunch of kids going to school I realized all my fears about going to school with black kids were overblown. Ironically the name of my high school was Colonel White High School. I'll add that going to CW was probably one of the best experiences of my life and helped me become a better person. It was the classic line from To Kill A Mockingbird - walk around in someone elses shoes to see things from their point a view. I saw things that made me sick. I played football and saw the way my teammates were treated at road games and it really had an impact on me. These guys were my friends and it made me sick how they were treated. I didn't learn a lot academically - all you had to do is show up and you had to pass - but what I learned socially has been with me since my days at CW.
Anyway, a little reminiscing due to Bevo's post. Hard to believe I'm 60 - those memories from '69 and high school are still very vivid to this day.
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Jun 10, 2019 17:08:43 GMT
Post by Bevo on Jun 10, 2019 17:08:43 GMT
Happy birthday - I'm about 8 months ahead of you - turned 60 last October. Here are some of my 1969 recollections... I watched my first Ohio State game on January 1, 1969 - OSU vs USC, the Bucks beat OJ Simpson and the Trojans 27-16 and I was hooked for life! So the year started off great. We lived in Kettering, Ohio - a suburb of Dayton - in a little 3 bedroom/1 bath house. At the time I had 6 brothers and sisters and a 7th sibling on the way. Yes, soon to be 10 people in a 3 bedroom house. For this reason, our parents were shopping around for a new house and we were destined to move in the summer of '69. I loved my school and neighborhood so I wasn't excited about moving. My oldest sister was in high school and the school musical that year was Bye, Bye, Birdie. They needed a younger boy to play Kim MacAfee's brother so my sister volunteered me. I had the greatest time in that play - a 5th grade boy hanging around with high school girls, it was awesome! But alas, when the school year was over my youngest sister was born (she'll be 50 tomorrow!) and we moved to Dayton. The summer was fine - we moved to a neighborhood with lots of kids so I made new friends quickly. Our house was 3 houses away from a neighborhood park so we spent about every day up there, playing baseball and basketball. We experienced the lunar landing on our black and white Zenith and our vacations were always to our grandmothers house in 'beautiful' Lima, Ohio which made it's mark by manufacturing tanks and being the home to many oil refineries. Following the summer I started 6th grade at my new school, EJ Brown. I hated it! The next 3 years of my life were horrible. It wasn't till I got to high school that I was able to shake the stigma of being the new kid who everyone wanted to bully. I finally started fighting back midway through the 6th grade but after I kicked a couple asses, they got their older brothers to kick my ass - it was horrible. It didn't help that my mom got me a new bike for my birthday - that had blue tires! I was the butt of everyone's jokes. She got it from Goodyear and it was cheaper due to the blue tires. So I had a brand new bike that I didn't want to ride because it had blue tires! Colored tires started to become more prevalent so I guess I was ahead of my time but that doesn't matter much to an 11 year old boy who everyone wanted to humiliate. I had a very strict dad - he didn't put up with any crap. I think as I look back that was a blessing because a lot of the kids who got to do whatever they wanted fell into drugs, dropped out of school and became serious losers. One kid passed out by a lake, rolled in and drowned. A lot of the kids who bullied me became serious losers. Dayton was so much different from the suburbs of Kettering. There seemed to be family values in Kettering, in Dayton the kids in 6th grade smoked, cussed like sailors and told their parents to screw off. It was a shock to me. My dad would have killed us if he caught us doing any of the things some of the other neighbor kids did. So '69 was a year of transition. I often wonder how things would have been had I stayed in Kettering but like I said, once I got to high school things changed. I actually went to a predominantly black high school which was quite a shock at first. But once I saw we were just a bunch of kids going to school I realized all my fears about going to school with black kids were overblown. Ironically the name of my high school was Colonel White High School. I'll add that going to CW was probably one of the best experiences of my life and helped me become a better person. It was the classic line from To Kill A Mockingbird - walk around in someone elses shoes to see things from their point a view. I saw things that made me sick. I played football and saw the way my teammates were treated at road games and it really had an impact on me. These guys were my friends and it made me sick how they were treated. I didn't learn a lot academically - all you had to do is show up and you had to pass - but what I learned socially has been with me since my days at CW. Anyway, a little reminiscing due to Bevo's post. Hard to believe I'm 60 - those memories from '69 and high school are still very vivid to this day. Good stuff, Doc... 10 people in one house? Yikes! We had four in our 3 Bdrm, 1 bath house. And, even then, getting rights to the bathroom was a negotiation.
But, that house was in a GREAT neighborhood for kids. ALL my friends were everywhere around me and we could easily walk (or ride our bikes) to the elementary and High Schools for any kind of playing.
I was "Hooked" forever as a Longhorn fan in 1969. It actually started earlier. My dad was a big Darrell Royal fan, and we followed Texas every chance we got. But, I REALLY started following them in 1968, when they first started running the wishbone with James Street. They finished that year with a bunch of wins that started their 28-game streak. They seemed unstoppable.... until, the big game against Arkansas. I'll NEVER forget that game. We were down 14-0 at the half.. and, we had a BRAND NEW Color TV delivered to our house at halftime. (It actually came during the 2nd quarter, but the delivery guys waited until half-time to bring it in. They watched the game with us. It was the miracle comeback... James Street to Randy Peschel… deep.. on a 4th and 1 play. Followed by a Cotton Bowl win over Notre Dame, and the 2nd National Championship of my young life.
By the middle of '70, I didn't remember ever hearing (I listened to them on the radio a LOT more than saw them on TV) Texas lose. I'll never forget the game they had, early that season, against UCLA. They were down by 4, LATE in the game, with a 4th down and LONG.... it looked bad. I was on my knees begging... Meanwhile, my Mom was getting ready to go watch my sister play in a "powder puff" football game, and was trying to get me to leave with them. NO WAY I was going anywhere until this game ended. It was a battle.
"4th and Long, James Street drops back... feels some pressure, steps to the side and fires the ball to.. COTTON SPEYER, OVER THE MIDDLE, to the 15, the 10 the 5... TOUCHDOWN!!!! "
I went NUTS!!!
A few months later, we left that neighborhood, and moved across town... to a 'nicer house' (all brick) but one filled with some ROUGH kids. Nearly all of them losers, many of them dead already. Middle school was not a great time. But, I suppose it's that way for most people. All turned good again in High School.
Any Guess as to who wrote the other reply, above??
BTW>>> I think I have your reply that you posted 10 years ago. I think it's very similar, yet.. different. I'll post it later tonight.
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Jun 10, 2019 17:39:38 GMT
Post by doc on Jun 10, 2019 17:39:38 GMT
Well I dont think it was Zoombag - if I recall he was from Texas, a big Astros fan. Maybe Hero? I remember there was a big Georgia fan on the board back in the day but he was somewhat younger. I really liked him though, nice poster.
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Jun 11, 2019 2:36:40 GMT
Post by Bevo on Jun 11, 2019 2:36:40 GMT
Well I dont think it was Zoombag - if I recall he was from Texas, a big Astros fan. Maybe Hero? I remember there was a big Georgia fan on the board back in the day but he was somewhat younger. I really liked him though, nice poster. I'm pretty sure it was NCT. He was from Georgia, lived in Atlanta, and was just a few years younger than us.
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Jun 11, 2019 2:46:36 GMT
Post by Bevo on Jun 11, 2019 2:46:36 GMT
Here was your story from 10 years ago, Doc. If you were Donald Trump, the New York Times would say you're completely full of shit, because.. back then, you said your house was only THREE houses away from the park. Now, you say it was 4. So, WHICH WAS IT? 3 or 4? Freaking liar, liar pants on fire! LOL
Otherwise, pretty similar... but, I think you'll enjoy reading your own words. I wish I could have saved more from the old boards. I was doing good to get just a few of these..
Thanks for the memories, Bevo. Here is what i recall from that year and in several instances our stories are somewhat familiar.
First, January 1, 1969 - I had just turned 10 in October, Ohio State is playing USC in the Rose Bowl although I was pretty much oblivious to it; I know when I woke up that morning I wasn't filled with the anticipation of the game. All I know is I heard my dad yelling in the living room so I went in to see what all the comotions was about. He was really in to the game and I kept asking him questions; what's so big about this game, which team is from Ohio - the one wearing white or black jerseys, who is OJ Simpson, what's the Heisman Trophy - finally my dad said, if you're so damn interested why don't you shut, sit there and watch the game. I did and I've been a Buckeye fan ever since - I was hooked. And it was one of the true connections I would have with my dad - we loved watching Ohio State football together and when I was a student there I'd get someone who wasn't a football fan to buy tickets for my dad to attend.
In April of '69 I was in a high school production of Bye, Bye Birdie. My sister was a sophomore at the school and they needed a younger boy to play the little brother of Kim McAffee who was selected to go on a date with teen throb, Conrad Birdie - my sister volunteered me. I had a great time. I was treated like a king by all the high school girls and my sister actually got quite jealous of me because I had a bigger role than she did. Many of my class mates had brothers or sisters at the high school and they saw me in the play - I actually got to be somewhat of a celebrity. I was actually enjoying the attention and then I learned we were moving.
I'm from a large family - I had 7 brothers and sisters. The youngest of the family was born in June of '69 so we moved to a bigger house that summer. I obviously wasn't too excited about the move and it took me a while to get adjusted. I moved from an all white school where I had a lot of friends to a very urban school. By the time I was in high school the ratio was 75% black, 25% white. I have to say the biggest lesson I learned during my high school years was that racism is ugly - I was one of 5 white kids on our football team and seeing the way my teammates were treated when we would play teams from white communities really opened my eyes to how cruel and mean people can be.
Back to '69, of course I recall the moon landing - everyone huddled around our black and white TV watching the snowy images of man walking on the moon. My dad was an ironworker and he never took vacations. Vacations for us kids was spending a week in Lima, Ohio with our grandmother and we loved it. I don't think I ever left the state of Ohio until the summer I graduated from high school. We had 2 cars but one of them was always breaking down. No air conditioning in the house. I shared a room with my two brothers. We sat down every night as a family for dinner and you had to eat every bite on your plate. My mom was a stay-at-hom mom, and she always put great meals on the table. We never had left overs because we would eat until everything was gone.
As the new kid in my 6th grade class, I got my butt kicked after school for about the first week until I finally decided to fight back, broke a kids nose in the process, and that was the end of that.
We lived 4 houses away from a city park and everyday was spent at the park playing whatever was in season; baseball, football or basketball. We had a lot of kids in our neighborhood and our games were epic. In the summer we'd be at the park from 9 am to 9 pm only taking breaks to go home and eat. We had to be home when the street light across the street from our house came on. Do you ever drive by a park today and see kids playing pick-up baseball games? I know I don't.
We rode our bikes everywhere - mine was one of those with a banana seat and monkey handle bars, as Bevo said it only had one speed. I played little league baseball and the park was about 4 miles away - I'd ride my bike there everyday. (I wouldn't let my kids ride their bike to the grocery store which is about 1 mile from our house!) A couple years later I got a ten speed which cost me a whopping $115 which I saved up from my paper route. Yep, papers were delivered by kids - I had a morning route so I'd get up at 4 am, be done by 5:30 am and go back to bed until about 7:30.
It was a simple time. Kids didn't play the same sport year round, there wasn't AAU and all the crap that we have today. Parents didn't live their lives vicariously through their children. And you had to be active to entertain yourself - we didn't have XBox, N64 and all that stuff. We had to make up our own games like Track, Tape ball and things like that.
Thanks for making me think back to those days of 1969. It was quite a transitional year for me - I became a Buckeye fan and I was exposed to an entirely different culture of living which truly helped shape me into the person i am today.
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Jun 11, 2019 14:03:10 GMT
Post by doc on Jun 11, 2019 14:03:10 GMT
Almost like I cut and pasted my story from 10 years ago. After I broke the kids nose, it was pouring blood all over the place, his older brother kicked my ass pretty good. Their sister, who was very cute, actually broke it up. I think she was on my side because her brother whose nose I broke was a real dick.
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Jun 11, 2019 15:51:41 GMT
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Post by Hero on Jun 11, 2019 15:51:41 GMT
Well I dont think it was Zoombag - if I recall he was from Texas, a big Astros fan. Maybe Hero? I remember there was a big Georgia fan on the board back in the day but he was somewhat younger. I really liked him though, nice poster. I'm pretty sure it was NCT. He was from Georgia, lived in Atlanta, and was just a few years younger than us. I was thinking NCT.
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Jun 11, 2019 16:54:15 GMT
Post by bluehen on Jun 11, 2019 16:54:15 GMT
Bevo, happy 60th but I'm very sorry to hear that you will be 80 in 20 short years....and a warning - they will fly by.
1969 was memorable for me too. When you were 10 I was laying in a rice paddy with 3 gunshot wounds.
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Jun 12, 2019 3:14:12 GMT
Post by Bevo on Jun 12, 2019 3:14:12 GMT
Bevo, happy 60th but I'm very sorry to hear that you will be 80 in 20 short years....and a warning - they will fly by.
1969 was memorable for me too. When you were 10 I was laying in a rice paddy with 3 gunshot wounds.
A bit more graphic than your post from 10 years ago... "Thanks Bevo -very nice.................1969 changed my life forever when I got the opportunity to tour scenic Vietnam after getting a draft letter from Nixon in 68."We were definitely in different places in our lives in 1969. 3 gunshots? You were a tough young Hen! I didn't have a care in the world in 1969. Life could hardly have been better.
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Jun 12, 2019 12:31:14 GMT
Post by bluehen on Jun 12, 2019 12:31:14 GMT
No, not 'tough' or anything like that, Bevo, but just Lucky. 5 of my fellow 8 man infantry squad guys were not so lucky. I just wanted to get through my required service there without getting hurt or hurting anybody else in that wasteful idiotic war. Also, a little correction - Nixon was my commander in chief at the time (69) but I actually got the "Greetings from the President" draft letter in 68 from Johnson.
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