I grew up in a small town in the 50's and 60's.
I say that with pride - our generation grew up in best time.
I mean, just the music (think rock n roll, baby! Elvis, Jerry Lee Lewis, Fats Domino and on and on); the explosion of teen energy (not all good looking back, I know - but sheesh, it was great to be in it then) and the dancing . . .
Others will surely come back some time - the full skirts with wide wide belts; the starched petticoats under them that made them move as though the skirt itself were dancing.
And the hairstyles!
Teased hair - lacquered stiff; urchin cuts; high pony tails
In the real sense of the word.
Its gone and isn't coming back
And so, with huge affection for those days, I'd like to document some memories of "the way we were" for posterity.
In high school we rode to school on our bikes, cases perched on the crossbars and berets (yup! berets) perched on our heads.
Our route took us through a small river (which has since disappeared) and through a dairy farm (ditto) on our way to school.
I remember sometimes riding with my older brother, who rebelled against everything he possibly could: he used to stop for a smoke in the bush with his scary friends on the way.
Little nerd that I was, I was petrified that someone would see us!
Or that he would make me late.
Discipline in schools then was a reality with teeth.
Or else I walked with friends; that ambling, shambling walk thats all about gut-aching laughter at nothing and everything.
Gossiping about friends and enemies, teachers and parents.
Sharing all the stuff that makes teen girls the closest of friends.
My best friend, who lived over the road from me, and I - we walked everywhere.
Some of my best and strongest memories are of those walks: sometimes to school, sometimes to the beach, sometimes to the library or the teen hang-out place down near the beach.
There was time
There was safety.
How I feel for today's kids who won't ever know what that life was like!