Throwback Thursday #57 – What You Say

I am back today with cooler temperatures and happily both my internet and electricity are working. I was finally able to catch some rays without fainting.  It’s a real bummer that the high 90s are on their way back soon. I was hoping that the beginning of fall would mean better weather.

I’ve been digging getting stuff done around the house. My latest project is cleaning out my scrapbooking room. I have more materials than many stores do. Jeepers creepers, I’ve spent a lot of dough on supplies.  I’m such a spaz though. This afternoon I managed to bang my foot on a door, breaking a toe. It’s the third broken toe in as many months. It’s a bummer that I can’t seem to tell when my feet are in danger. I feel I need curb feelers for my big feet.

If you care to join in, it’s easy.

  • Write your own post sharing your memories and leave a pingback to this post in the comments.
  • You can use the photo above in your post to make it easier to find.
  • Tag it with #TBTMemory or #IRememberWhen.
  • If you do not wish to write your own post, feel free to tell your story in the comments below.

This week’s prompt is: Slang
I think this should be no sweat, but I’ll provide some questions to help you along. You can always free write if you’d rather.

What were the words you would have used to describe something cool or popular?
How about those things that were uncool?
What were the hairstyles of the day?
Did they have a name everyone used to reference them?
What were the styles of the time?
What word would you have used to describe something distasteful?
What about peers you were not fond of or were not part of your tribe?
Any phrases you remember that were used (or overused)?

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Things that I liked were considered groovy, a gas, boss, bitchin’, and of course bad. You always had to be aware of the latest correct term, so you were not out-of-it. Things and people that were uncool were referred to as candyass or certified.

Back in my day your hair was either stick straight or you had an afro. I had straight hair most of the time. I did get a perm in red rollers once. I’ll have to look for a picture.

The styles of my teen years were off the chart different from my younger days. Most of my friends were decked out in the same threads: mini shirts, go-go boots, frayed jeans, tie-dyed shirts, and we went braless. We thought we were groovy, funky, and badass.

Something distasteful would be considered a bummer, a drag, or a downer.

Peers who were not part of my small tribe would have been considered square, dweebs, or flakes.

The most used and overused that I remember were radical, mellow, and heavy.

It’s very late so I’m off to try and sleep. I’ll catch you on the flip side.

Throwback Thursday #56 – Is it Better to Have Loved and Lost?

Maggie is giving us a Throwback Thursday prompt this week that may be bittersweet. She asks that we think back to our early love experiences.  Go to Maggie’s post to see the questions she has provided.

Her prompt is: First Heartbreak

I was a freshman in high school when I had my first real crush. The boy in question, who shall remain nameless, was a friend of a friend. Ours was one of the only houses in the neighborhood with a pool which meant there were often tons of kids hanging out. It was easy to meet new friends during the long summer days. It was typical to go swimming and then hang out inside watching TV afterwards.

This young man was a typical SoCal surfer type. He was tall, skinny, and blond. I was a skinny girl with less sex appeal than a phone book. The crush started, for me, when we were sitting on the couch watching TV and he put his hand on mine. I had never felt those twitterpated feelings before. The butterflies were having a party through every vein in my body.

He started sitting very close to me whenever we’d watch TV. My body was melting into his and I was thrilled with how it made me feel. One day, when no one else was around, sitting there on my mom’s couch, he softly kissed me. I was convinced at the wise old age of 14, that this must be love. We never actually “dated.” We only saw each other at neighborhood houses. We had long conversations about such riveting topics as what TV shows we liked, what subjects we hated at school, and how much our siblings bugged us.

After a whole month of swimming, watching TV, lots of holding hands, and a few kisses it was time to go back to school. He was supposed to attend a different school than I did, and I never saw him again. I asked our mutual friend what happened to him, and he told me that he went back to live with his mother in another city who was his custodial parent. I was crushed.  

I had no tokens of his affection. I had no one at home to talk about my grief with. My brothers didn’t know thankfully, or they would have teased my unmercifully. My mom wasn’t home during the day and had no clue.

Once back at school, I had my two friends to talk to. I don’t remember what music I listened to, but I do know I cried my eyes out for quite a while. I thought, at the time, it was true love, but I know it was just a first step on the path of awakened feelings. I never tried to find the young man, nor do I need to. It was a sweet innocent time of my life.  

Throwback Thursday #55 Dealing with Crisis Big or Small

Hello all,. here in SoCal we are dealing with a terrible heat wave. Yesterday, both my electricity and my internet went down.  It was 101 F and the inside temps were rising fast. I tried to contact the electric company on my phone. I could only get a computer that kept looping me and telling me to go to their website, which I could not do. Maggie called during my drama and came to my rescue. From a few thousand miles away, she contacted the electric company website for me to enter a concern about the outage. They texted me that I would be powerless for a few more hours.

I was ready to push the panic button because my phone was down to 20% and I had no way to recharge it. I was trying to figure out where I could go, with Annie, to get some relief. I could not leave her here in the heat. Luckily, the electricity came back on before I pushed the panic button. The internet was still down though.

Last night I attempted to go online. My service was not fully restored and my computer said, something about a weak connection. I figured I would get on this morning and write my post. Life intervened and I was not able to get to my task.

If you care to join us, it’s easy.

  • Write your own post sharing your memories and leave a pingback to this post in the comments.
  • You can use the photo above in your post to make it easier to find.
  • Tag it with #TBTMemory or #IRememberWhen.
  • If you do not wish to write your own post, feel free to tell your story in the comments below.

This week’s prompt is: Sealing Dealing With a Crisis

So, for a different way to go today, I am working with my life right now.:
How well did you deal with a crisis in your youth or as a young adult?
Example: Did you ever lose a pet or a family member?
Example: Were you unable to participate in an  important event?
Were you involved with a sudden disruption to your normal life that resulted in stress?
Would you share an event or more about what role you took?
Were you the worry wart or did you let things roll off our sleeves?
Did you follow the example of your parents?
Were you able to discuss your fears and worries openly, or did you keep your concerns to yourself?
Did you have a good support system to deal with your worries?
Do you, as an adult, still respond the same ways?

I look forward to your responses.


Throwback Thursday #53 – It’s A Formal Affair

While most of us grew up with school clothes and play clothes, there were occasionally those special clothes, aka glad rags. Clothes can bring up strong memories and emotions.

When we were very young, our parents were in charge of our wardrobe. It was their job to make sure we weren’t inappropriately dressed. Because formal wear is not our typical way to dress, we often remember those special garments.

If you care to join us, it’s easy.

  • Write your own post sharing your memories and leave a pingback to this post in the comments.
  • You can use the photo above in your post to make it easier to find.
  • Tag it with #TBTMemory or #IRememberWhen.
  • If you do not wish to write your own post, feel free to tell your story in the comments below.

This week’s prompt is: It’s A Formal Affair

I am proposing a different way to write to the prompt today. Because we all had very diverse upbringings, I am going to list several reasons why you might get dressed up. Please feel free to add any occasion you had to get dressed up.

What were your special clothes like?  Did you get your hair done for the occasions? Was a mani-pedi part of the process? Were you instructed on how to behave? Did you have any input on the formal attire? Did you feel comfortable in your special outfit?

Please feel free to write about as many of the occasions you’d like to share. Pictures would be an awesome addition.

* A wedding – either as a member of the wedding party or as a guest
* A Baptism, a Bar/Bat Mitzvah, or Some Other Religious Ceremony
* A funeral
* A formal dinner party
* A Night at the Theater, the Ballet, or the Opera
* High School Prom and/or Formal School Dance

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The first dressy dress I remember wearing was when my mom married for the 5th time. We moved out of the house I grew up in to move into L’s house. I was not too happy with the idea of moving. My mom kept telling me the house was bigger than ours and had a pool. The new “fancy” dress was a bribe to make me accept the marriage. I did love the dress. I had a beautiful corsage. The best part of the day was meeting Clooney, the boxer. (The marriage lasted a few months.)

The next time I remember wearing formal clothing was the Spring Fling in high school and the Junior Prom. Those occasions were special because they were formal attire. Because I bought my own clothes, I got to choose what I wanted. My formal for the Spring Fling had to be altered because I was so thin. I had my hair done at the hairdresser. I didn’t have a mani/pedi for the occasion. For the Prom, I had a dress made for me. A neighbor that did alterations took my pattern and velvet blue fabric and turned it into the best fitting garment I have ever owned. I did not have my hair done at the hairdresser for the prom.

 I didn’t have a need for truly formal clothes often. I did buy nice dresses for special religious dinners with my paternal family. Dress clothes were fun to shop for. When my high school friend and I would go to concerts at the Forum, I would buy “funky” dress clothes. It was our way of being somebody other than who we were.   

The last time I bought a formal dress was 22 years ago.






Throwback Thursday – #52 – Transitions and Modifications

Maggie is leading us this week’s Throwback Thursday.. She starts us with: Part of growing up is finding you own way of self expression. This comes about in many ways so think back. Are you ready?

If you care to join us, it’s easy.

  • Write your own post sharing your memories and leave a pingback to this post in the comments.
  • You can use the photo above in your post to make it easier to find.
  • Tag it with #TBTMemory or #IRememberWhen.
  • If you do not wish to write your own post, feel free to tell your story in the comments below.

This week’s prompt is: Transitions and Modifications

  1. Think about your first haircut. We’re you the kid that cut your own hair? Did you go to a salon or did your parents cut your hair? Did your parents save a lock of your hair? I think I cut my bangs once. I don’t remember why, but my mom was shocked. I was maybe 4 or 5 at the time. I don’t remember going to a salon as a kid. My mom cut my stick-straight hair and did a good job. At 19, shortly after I was a first-time mom, I went to a salon and had my waist length hair cut to my chin. The stylist kept checking, after every four or five inches that she cut away, if I was sure I wanted to go shorter. I explained that I either had to stop taking care of my hair or my baby, and I chose my baby.
  2. How about shaving? Fathers often teach their sons to shave. Most girls I know, decided for themselves when to shave their legs and their underarms. Some cultures do not shave at all. I was in high school when my friends were shaving their legs. I didn’t yet need to shave my underarms, but I wanted to shave my legs. I asked my mom about shaving, and she gave me an electric shaver. It was OK, but not the clean shave I wanted. My friend R gave me a real razor and showed me how to use shaving cream to shave. It was a very funny girls day in shorts.
  3. Did you alter your clothes? Cut jeans into cut-offs? Cut the sleeves off t-shirts? Wear graphic tees? Tie-dyes? Sew patches on your jeans? I often cut my jeans into shorts. I was tall and skinny as a kid. I couldn’t stand wearing pants that weren’t long enough. Cutting them off, served as a way of needing new pants. I did many a tie-dye project in my teens, and later. My jeans had the obligatory patches of the day.
  4. Was there a time you remember challenging the authority in your household. Do you remember the first time you found your voice? I ran away once as a tween. It was more about getting away from my abusive older brother than my mom. I think stepdad number 6 was in the house. My brother was left in charge often which didn’t bode well for me. I didn’t challenge authority much because I could do whatever I pleased. My mom didn’t get home until early in the morning. I was a “good girl.”
  5. What about piercings? Girls getting their ears pierced was a rite of passage for girls. Then boys started getting one ear pierced. As time passed, piercings became more mainstream and accepted. A friend pierced my ears in 7th grade. My mom didn’t care.
  6. Did you walk on the wild side? Smoking? Drinking? Did your parents know? I tried smoking, well more taking a drag, off a cigarette twice. We were in an apartment for a short time and that’s what the kids did. I hated it. The other kids got caught and ratted out my brother and me. We denied ever smoking and avoided a heavy hand from stepdad number 6.
  7. What about tattoos? Did you get a tattoo while still living at home? Did your parents approve? I got my first tattoo at 65 and my second and last one, one month later.
  8. What about language? Was swearing allowed in your family?  Did you use the same language around your friends as you did at home with your family? I got my mouth soaped once as kid. I cussed at my mom and that was my punishment. I am sure I earned it. I cussed with some friends, but not often.  
  9. Think back to high school. Girls, did you iron your hair? Did you color your hair? (using Sun-in counts!) Guys, did you grow a beard or moustache? Did you grow your hair long? Feel free to share a photo of yourself back in the day. I foolishly tried to iron my already stick-straight hair in high. All I ended up with was fried hair. I used Sun-In often as a teen. It gave me very nice blond streaks. I colored my hair as an adult to try different looks. I gave that up decades ago. I like the look of purple in my hair. I am in water physical therapy so I can’t use the rinse out color anymore.
  10. Many people think our authentic self is the person we were as young children. Are you still inherently the same person you were as a child, or have you changed your personality and demeanor along the way? I am a much, much happier person today than I was as a child. I speak up for myself more and try not to allow people to walk all over me.