Favorite memory from the 70's

The Bicentennial was pretty cool.
Worst memory is the lousy music.
Some of the worst until the 90's.
Those decades kind of parallel each other.
Lousy music and the cities were in decline.

Paul

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~Bill

I think some of my best memories are the AWESOME music of the 1970s.

The Bicentennial was cool, but unfortunately, I got heat exhaustion during the day and missed the huge fireworks display. I was 7 years old, and devastated. On that day, I set a far-reaching goal: to live to be 108 so I can enjoy the Tricentennial.

Not sure if it's my all-time favorite memory of the 1970s, but it's near the top. It was my very first show and tell ever. My kindergarten teacher, Mrs. Kirkland told us to bring our favorite thing. I was so excited, I knew what I wanted to show everybody...my 3-year-old brother!

My mom had no idea, and this was 1972, so nobody thought anything of a 4-year-old walking a 3-year-old down the street. The principal gave my barefoot, and dirty-faced brother a ride home. Needless to say, my mom was a bit surprised.

You know, in retrospect, I'm not sure if I ever did get to show the class my brother or not. But if I did, I know nobody could top that for show and tell.

All the best,
Michael

In the 70's...


Favorite memory was thinking about being born a dozen years later. mwahahah

Paulgl & Michael, funny the Bicentennial being as tremendous as it was and I really have little recollection. Where I grew up the celebration just wasn't anything 'that' special, sad in retrospect. Of course, '76 was my 7th grade year and Rita was on my mind...

Loads of stuff. The 'wow...' moment that came when the lad I'd fancied for ages came to see me in hospital after I'd had my appendix out, shortly followed by the 'ow...' moment that came when he fled in terror on spotting a microscopic smidgen of blood in the drip tube. This would have been in 1979, when I was fifteen.

Getting 'six of the best' across the back of the legs with a big long ruler at school in 1973, after sneaking off back into the classroom with some mates during the lunch hour and creating such a ruckus that the vibrations brought the clock crashing down to the floor in the dining hall next door. The teacher had such an oft-mimicked sing-song way of saying 'touch your toes!' that even then I thought it was funny.

Getting into a bit of a tussle with another teacher a good five years later when he came into class to find me having an argument with a girl who'd pinched my chair. I wasn't actually much of a troublemaker at school (really!) and he knew it, which is why he chose to tell me to let go of the chair instead of her, as she had a reputation for being considerably harder than me and it was obvious that he was scared of her. I was so enraged by this spinelessness that the next thing I knew I was grappling with him over the chair whilst simultaneously whacking him round the head with the paperback copy of 'Trinidad Today' that he'd thoughtfully left in a handy spot on his desk. He knew he was in the wrong, told the other girl to get her own chair and it was never mentioned again.

The look on my mum's face when she came home from her night shift to find that one of our shrubs had evolved into a tampon bush overnight due to the milkman's son playing a practical joke in revenge for a previous 'misunderstanding' with me and my sister involving a cheesecake with 'rabbit dropping topping'.

Coming home after dark with my sister when a man stepped out from the entrance to a park we were passing and said to us dramatically 'Sell me your knickers!'. Running seemed like the best policy to me at that point, but I'd only gone a few feet when I realised I was on my own and turned to find my partially deaf sister politely asking 'Pardon?'

One of my favourite seventies memories though is of the time when our fridge was on the blink. It was New Year's Eve, the magic hour had been and gone and even though my dad had gone to bed and passed out, lots of family, friends and neighbours still lingered. My mum came down from the bathroom and said 'I'm getting a bit worried about that fridge now. What if it's a fire hazard? You can really hear it up on the landing'. And so it was that our tiny landing and the top half of our stairs was packed with guests as the noise she'd heard was traced to her bedroom, which she emerged from looking very pink and muttering 'Your dad must have knocked something in the cupboard over when he went to bed, and it was... um... vibrating. Let's all go downstairs again now, shall we?'

Loved the '70s! Memories include playing with one of the first handheld video games - I didn't have one but my best friend did and that's how we spent the hour-and-a-half bus ride to school. Listening to Larry Lujack's Animal Stories on WLS on the AM radio in the dark. Playing marbles and jumping rope - "Not last night but the night before, 24 robbers came knocking at my door..."

Great music, great friends, great decade.

My best memory of the seventies was getting to skip school the day after Magic Johnson won a national championship for Michigan State University. Oh yeah...and getting my own Planet of the Apes t shirt was way cool too.

ahhh the 70's...I wouldn't have traded those years for anything...

cranking Pink Floyd, Led Zepplin, Aerosmith on the stereo...
graduating high school in 1976
losing my virginity in 1974
riding my 1963 triumph hardtail from Buffalo, NY, through Canada, down the west coast, to Tijuana, Mexico in 1978 (explains my bad back)

I wish we could go back to the 70's - it was a great time of life for me. I graduated high school in 72 and then was off to Germany for 73 and half of 74.

There were all the good times with friends in high school, getting a driver's license and being able to escape to weekends at the Great Lakes beaches with a car load of us. The rock stars I met who ran around my area of the world in 70 through 72 and all the really far out concerts.

The 70's was just plain the era when I learned to fall in love with life.

Watching Jaws when I was 7 years old. My parents told me I couldn't go but i insisted i would be fine.....I was terrified.

Summer fairs that marked the end of the sumemr holidays..Wonderful, fun filled times with no worries. Best times of my life for sure.

oh yeah remember those Star Wars T-shirts as well? LOL...just brought it all back......think I am going to cry :-(

I remember standing in those 3 - 4 block long line ups to see Star Wars.

Favourite memory would be Led Zeppelin. 1971, Pacific Coliseum, Vancouver, B.C.

Until the late 70's the music seemed to be all covers of the 60's. Very uninspired mimics, wannabes and boring soft rock. *

Then I discovered Ramones 'Sheena is a Punk Rocker' on the jukebox at Gus's Pub in the Haight Ashbury - and I can't remember ever being so excited about music since the 60's 'English invasion'. (love them all to this day)

(*however i have only recently discovered lots of good music actually was happening then - as they say 'beauty is in the ear of the beholder' and i must have just been on a sour note for a long time).

The most fun thing though was to chop up all the hair growing since the 60's. I just loved the hacked-up, asymmetrical look. Long on one side very short on the other, and/or short and spikey with a long tail out of the side (the I have been tarred and feathered by nuns in Ireland look) - whatever. It was a lovely mess!

1978 was back to work after a decade long rendition of 'tune in, turn on and drop out' - nobody will ever love working more than someone who has been bored to death being 'cool'.

So - 70's was coming back to life! hello!?

I have many memories from the 70's and most revolve around music to some degree. But my favorite is a Yankee memory (even though I was a Mets fan even back then).

1976, ALCS Game 5 - NY Yankees vs. KC Royals.

Bottom of the 9th, 6 - 6 tie. Crowd rowdy. Chris Chambliss first batter of the inning.

Delay in the game due to fans throwing stuff on to the field.

Batter up. 1st pitch - home run! Game over. Yankees win. Chambliss barely makes it around the bases due to fans on the field!

My father and grandfather took me to that game. I was 12. When the home run hit and the fans started charging for the field, I stood up to go with them. But my father grabbed the hood of my sweatshirt and said "Where do you think YOU'RE going?" (Party pooper!)

We had very good seats - first base side, field level, about 20 - 30 rows back.

Here's the video of the home run:

Baseball Video Highlights & Clips | BB Moments: '76 ALCS, Gm 5: Chris Chambliss Sinks KC - Video | MLB.com: Multimedia

Ah, what a game...

Mike, I watched that game on TV...remember disliking Chambliss with a passion too, hated him after that home run. But not as much as I hate the Yankees and being a Cincinnati Reds fan, the Series went well for me!

I didn't grow up in a major League city so my first live experience at a game came that next year when my dad took me to a Cubs game for my 14th birthday. We took a chartered tour bus, it was a great time for a kid and his dad! Thanks for bringing that memory back Mike!

~Doug

Doug - My brother was (and still is) a die-hard Yankees fan. Will watch or listen to EVERY game if he can.

He went to the game the night before but the Yanks lost.

Interestingly, my first live Mets game was against the Reds I believe the year before. The Mets won, but back then I really liked the Big Red Machine too.

Our seats were about 12 rows behind the visitors dugout and I got to see up close: Johnny Bench, Pete Rose, Dave Concepcion, Joe Morgan, Tony Perez, George Foster, Ken Griffey and Cesar Geronimo.

I guess that would be my 2nd favorite memory (at least as far as sports go).

Once I hit my early teens and made certain...discoveries, I lived an entirely different set of memories

The best things about the 70s:

Music before disco - rock, funk, R&B, proto-punk
Cinema - great films in every genre, dominate all-time Top 10 lists

The worst things about the 70s:

Music after disco
High cost of consumer technology

It was a normal day - dark & wet, but I was content. The days were always interesting; things were changing from day to day. It was like a roller coaster ride. But on that fateful day, my world as I knew it would be forever changed. There I was, minding my own business, just chilling, when all of a sudden, everything started to shake. I tell you what - it was downright scary!

The shaking became more prevalent as the minutes went by, and before I knew it, I felt this intense pressure, like I was being pushed and pulled at the same time. Before I even had a chance to do anything, a tiny hole appeared out of nowhere, and I was blinded by this intense light. It hurt my eyes! I screamed and screamed as I was evicted from my nice warm house, into this cold place that was as bright as can be.

Then somebody took away my food supply, and I tell you what, that just made me fightin' mad! How was I supposed to eat?? Those meanies! When I finally worked up the courage to open up my eyes, I saw these weird-looking people standing around me, all smiling, like they were happy to see me, and they had me wrapped up in a warm blanket, and they gave me some food in my mouth (that was a little weird, but okay, I'll take what I can get).

That's about it - the rest is history. My most memorable day in the 70s

One of my favourite memories of the 70's has to do with a certain track by a Very famous band. When I love a track I play it to death. The next day and for several days after that too. Yes it's still one of my favourite tracks. In the 80's I changed direction in my life a little bit and was pals with a very talented guy who was playing on that track.

One of our last conversations was of me asking him if he was playing on their next tour."Nah...it's not been for want of trying..." He added a bit more.

Anyway, that track is one of my favoured memories of the 70's.