What was once . . .
Our current age of instant digital information has proven easy access to not-so-important knowledge. We now have unending accesses to most media, access to more gossip avenues, and exposure to way too much useless information. All of this instant access makes history a bit more accountable – or maybe it’s lost in the shuffle? Which is why history through TV seems so precious; it’s a time capsule of what was once simple. Mork and Mindy, Fantasy Island, The Love Boat – simple. Raise your hand if you miss SIMPLE.
This current information overload seriously has me waxing nostalgic for the days when we only had three main TV networks, “instant” Polaroid cameras, and Pong was the only game that interfaced with your TV. What was once simple has become overly complicated. I hate complicated.
Ever wonder what young, bored in suburbia girls REALLY did in class? They might have looked like they were dutifully taking notes on the days topics, but what they were earnestly concentrating on was writing the name of their one and only true love, over & over & over & over . . .you get the idea.
And in this case of MY one and only true love, it was Chuck, as you can see by my binder ramblings. I actually have at least three pages of the same thing, “I Love Chuck” written so many times I HAD to have run out of ink at some point. Funny thing about Chuck – he was one of three, a triplet. Yup, there were three Chucks, so to speak. Why all the girls seemed to fall for only him, way back when we were all 13, I can’t explain. But damn, did he have it good! I think we all loved Chuck.
‘Way back’ in the 1970’s we had Archie Bunker, the Fonz, Maude, Laverne and Shirley, Mary Tyler Moore (a hold over from the 60’s – yikes!) and absolutely NO whiff of ‘Political Correctness’. White girls working the line at a Milwalkee plant, white men who used to work the line at Ford or GM, trying to find their voice in a new world. A new “1970’s” world.
Economic times were BAD here in the U S of A, and TV gave us a glimpse into the America that exposed bigorty, lying politicians, class wars and an unrealistic ideal of life that never really existed. Were we dupped?! My family was. “Buy American!”. So we did. “Support your local union!” And we did. But to what end? Well, by the end of the 1970’s we had unprecedented levels of unemployment, jobs lost due to cheaper goods produced outside the US of A. Are we better now? What would Archie say?
If you grew up during the 70’s, you HAD to remember Chemin de fer Jeans. ALL the rage! And that’s me up top, rockin’ the white button-up Chemin de fers, circa 1978. I think I got this pair at the House of Pants at Westgate, our local mall. Westgate Mall also had a JC Penny’s, Hart’s Department Store and Montgomery Wards as anchor stores. And a few other stores made up the rest of the mall – Kinney Shoes, Lotus Imports, Singer, Merle Norman, Musicland,Westgate Stationers and Leed’s to name a few.
And then I’m SOO stylin’ in my blue Ditto Jeans, probably listening to Chicago or Doobie Brothers! Don’t cha just love the 70’s decor on the wall! Yes, that IS a macrame owl hanging on the bricks. Along with a few of my moms paintings from the 70’s. And String Art. Who remembers String Art???
Looking back, the first ten albums I ever owned HIGHLY influenced my life, my future choices in music (and my choice in boyfriends, and jobs, and friends, and . . . you get the picture, right?) In no particular order, here they are:
Genesis – Foxtrot
Led Zepplin Four
Foghat – Fool for the City
Fleetwood Mac – Rumors
Chicago – Greatest
Kansas – Leftoveture
The Who – Tommy
Rolling Stones – Some Girls
Kiss – Destroyer
Doobie Brothers – Listen to the Music (Greatest Hits)
And in the number eleven spot – Queen. Anything and everything Queen.
This was FM radio in the late 70’s. This was KFOG. This was KOME. This is what I lived and loved to listen to in my little suburbia world .
And then I heard the Clash for the first time . . .
Anyone else remember Junior High? Those were the EXTREMELY AWKWARD years youth spent inbetween grade school and high school. If you ask me, I think it was a brilliant idea that, for whatever budgetary reasons, was snuffed out way too soon. Think about it; gangly, socially inept sputtering pre-teens all hang out for two years at the same institution. What better way to identify the nerds and indoctrine the popular? Social mores are kept in tact, kids knew where they stood in terms of the pecking order. And if they didn’t like it, they could do what I did – beat the shit outta’ the popular girl. Yup, I did that. And yup, I rose in the ranks. I was the ‘bad-ass’ chick. By the time I ‘graduated’ 8th grade I had a flock of boys following me around. Still not sure if they liked me or just wanted me to protect their ass . . .?
I will admit it, I was a big fan of Marie and Donnie Osmond in the early 1970’s. But this is one product I never knew existed – The Marie Osmond Skin-Care Line, brought to you courtesy of Kmart.