Comments on: Growing up in the 80s-Not Me!

By: alohapuna

alohapuna — Sat, 01 Dec 2012 19:09:00 +0000

Oh, and we watched TV for our when our favorite shows were on. We didn’t sit in front of just to watch whatever was on. Remote was a house in the country. All we had was on/off, volume and channel selector and those other two horizontal and vertical adjustment knobs when the TV would “act up”

By: alohapuna

alohapuna — Sat, 01 Dec 2012 19:01:00 +0000

The late 40s and 50s when I grew up were good times for me. WWII had ended and I had never heard of a homeless person and both parents didn’t have to work to raise a family and own a house. Neighbors looked out for each other and their kids and scolded us if we were doing anything wrong.
“Wait until I tell your mother,” would put the fear of God in us. We walked o and from school, then sometimes in bad weather we took a bus.
It certainly was not a perfect world but as children and young teens we weren’t constantly being bombarded with depressing news,
That was our parents job to worry about those things.
Our turn would come soon enough. We made up our own street games to keep ourselves occupied. Then for entertainment, (real entertainment) there was Jackie Gleason, Ed Sullivan, Sid Caesar and Imogene Coca, I Love Lucy and more to look forward to. When we first got out TV I sat in front ot a screen with nothing but a test pattern waiting for the Howdy Doodie show to come on. The highlight of the week was Friday night when my mother would buy my brother and me a soda and TastyKake and watch 3 half hour shows back to back. I never felt deprived. Our gym sneakers were the ubiquitous US Keds. Who cared about brand names?
If I were given the choice of trading my childhood for one of today, there’s not enough tea in China to make me even consider it.

By: Danny Catt

Danny Catt — Sat, 01 Dec 2012 18:15:00 +0000

It was even more fun to grow up as an elementary student in the 60′s. The fear of our older brothers was that they would be drafted into that ugly Vietnam War. We just got to enjoy all of the craziness of the sit-ins, smoke-ins and the migration of the drug generation to the San Francisco area and the music that came out of that movement.