This would be a collection of personal anecdotes revolving around what people were into during the summer of '74.
As for me, I was ten. I was into little league baseball, Cosby albums and listening to Pink Floyd's "Dark Side of the Moon".
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Wow, sounds like you were an interesting 10 year old. I wish I could remember what I was doing or what interested me when I was ten. It all kinda runs together for me.
Posted by Kevin | November 14, 2007 2:22 PM
Posted on November 14, 2007 14:22
At 26, I took momentary leave of my sanity and got married!
Posted by GarandFan | November 14, 2007 2:24 PM
Posted on November 14, 2007 14:24
I was 15, working construction for my dad in Alaska that summer. I had just gotten a guitar, which I brought along. I was terrible.
My mom and dad had gotten divorced the year before, and she and I had moved from Anchorage to Ballwin MO. Ninth grade that year was like moving from Haight Ashbury to Happy Days...
Posted by rah | November 14, 2007 4:45 PM
Posted on November 14, 2007 16:45
1974, that would have been Starke, FL. I was 9 and my parents had just gotten divorced. I remember listening to a lot of music on AM radio.
Posted by theHonky | November 14, 2007 9:19 PM
Posted on November 14, 2007 21:19
I was a pudgy 8 year-old.
Parents still let their kids play outside unsupervised--all we had to do was "be home in time for supper."
Three channels on a black & white TV that was on for no more than 2 hours a night...
That summer, I would have been thanking God I was out of Mrs. McKenna's 2nd grade class. She was a hateful shrew who had no business teaching, & I hated school for many years after...
I was listening to old jazz records...Georgie Auld, Ben Webster, Earl Hines, Count Basie (stink fingers...but he sure could put a band together)...
Spent lots of time on a creek bank with an old bamboo pole & a cork float...hunting for crawdads & salamanders...collecting bugs & spiders...snacking on wild huckleberries that were all through the woods...playing stickball barefoot in a pasture, grasshopper weeds getting caught between my bare toes...
The high school girls at the lake...bikinis were SMALL...wonderful bits popping out of tops & peeking around bottoms...OH MAN those were the days!!! No piercings, no tattoos, no sillycone--just female-ness in all its natural, unadorned & unvandalized glory...
I remember LOTS more...but I won't bore you with it...
Posted by Terwiliger | November 15, 2007 1:07 AM
Posted on November 15, 2007 01:07
I was into Pampers at the time. And bottles. And a mean run of colic.
Posted by mary Pat Campbell | November 15, 2007 4:21 AM
Posted on November 15, 2007 04:21
17 years old working the summer on a concrete construction crew, remember walking into bars and sitting down for a beer and never getting carded.
Posted by Alex | November 15, 2007 8:38 AM
Posted on November 15, 2007 08:38
Wow, '74. The summer I want to forget.
Posted by FurryOldGuyJeans | November 15, 2007 12:28 PM
Posted on November 15, 2007 12:28
HEY GUYS
Good stuff! Very heart-warming.
Posted by john Cox | November 15, 2007 1:05 PM
Posted on November 15, 2007 13:05
It was longish, but certainly not boring, Terwiliger.
I'm frickin' surrounded by interesting people here. :)
Posted by Kevin | November 15, 2007 2:33 PM
Posted on November 15, 2007 14:33
That would be 15 and finishing 9th grade for me, also. I was recovering from the horrors of junior high school, not knowing I was on the edge of the broad vistas of high school. I was also reading a lot of classic science fiction (Asimov, Clarke, Heinlein), and on a warm summer morning in August, I stood outside to see if I could catch a glimpse of Nixon's final ride on Marine One. (I grew up near Andrews AFB.)
Posted by MikeM | November 15, 2007 8:14 PM
Posted on November 15, 2007 20:14
HEY KEVIN
Thanks...but I like to write...& while I certainly don't think I'm boring, I didn't want to push it any further...
Posted by Terwiliger | November 16, 2007 12:16 AM
Posted on November 16, 2007 00:16
In 1974, I was at birth minus nine years.
I win for makin' y'all feel old. ;-)
Posted by Joanna | November 16, 2007 12:57 PM
Posted on November 16, 2007 12:57
Thanks Joanna, I needed to hear that after reading all the other posts. ;o)
Posted by GarandFan | November 16, 2007 2:54 PM
Posted on November 16, 2007 14:54
I was only two years old.
But the next year I was three and I remember seeing the news about the fall of Saigon. It left an indelible mark on me to watch the ignominious flight from the commies.
Then I missed the Cold War altogether.
Posted by JameRetief | November 19, 2007 8:02 AM
Posted on November 19, 2007 08:02