70s-child: April 2007

Monday, April 23, 2007

1974

It's hard to believe this was 33 years ago.

Thursday, April 19, 2007

In the early to mid 1970's, this commercial seemed like it was here to stay forever:

Hold the pickles, Hold the lettuce

Special orders don't upset us

All we ask is that you let us

Serve it your way.

Have it your way,

Have it your way

At Burger King.

Sunday, April 08, 2007

I loved this stuff.

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This was my favorite book in 1972.

Friday, April 06, 2007

These came out around 1974. It was a very successful line for Mego. I thought they were cool, but owning them was out of the question because they were considered, by my parents, to be dolls. They sell for a small fortune MIB. If I had known back then how much our stuff would be worth today, I would have bought one of everything. ....
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Thursday, April 05, 2007

Having been an only child in the 70's, mom didn't have to deal with this nagging question...
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Sunday, April 01, 2007

So where were you June 5 - 11, 1976? I'm not sure what I did all week, but I'm almost positive I watched Sonny and Cher on one of those nights...
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10 minutes ago I was on eBay. I didn't know what to look for but for some reason I typed in "Jack in the boxes" (I've never done that before. I swear. hahahaa!). When I saw the above item, I did a double-take. I had this back when I was about 4 ('72). I forgot all about it until now. I don't think I'll bid, though. The memories are enough....

Don't expect much out of me for a quarter:

As a kid, I never got an allowance. That's something my folks weren't into. They were very generous with me, I never lacked anything, and usually when I asked for something they'd get it for me, but an allowance just wasn't going to happen. In '76, just before my folks split up, dad decided to give me a "job". It was sometime in January and the weather was pretty brutal, so he told me he'd pay me a quarter if I'd open the garage door for him when he got home so he wouldn't have to get out of the car and open it himself. We lived in a split level house (a raised-ranch), and the garage was in the lower level. The very first night, I was watching TV and I heard him pull in and stop at the garage door. I didn't want to leave my show, and it was pretty cold down there in the garage, and I was rather warm and cozy and comfortable sitting in front of the tv, so I basically ignored him. He honked. He honked again. And again. And again. Finally I heard him open the car door, open the garage himself, pull into the garage and slam the door shut. The way he slammed the door, I could tell he was angry and that I was in trouble. He came upstairs and just looked at me. Let's just say I lost my job that night, which didn't really bother me. A QUARTER??? I didn't get out of BED for that kind of money...