Tell me something that you miss about the 1970’s.
I’ll start - the color orange.
The bookmobile - a mobile library. They came around every two weeks to my little rural town. The bookmobile ladies always had books stashed away for me because they knew I was a voracious reader. They helped open my eyes to the world. One of my most fond memories.
we had that too. it was an event
The 70’s was the absolute last gasp for the dying medium known as commercial radio.
It was the last time you could tune in to a radio station where the programming was curated by a human being rather than programmed by charts and graphs and a computer.
It was the last time a DJ had a couple of open slots every hour where they could pick what they wanted and were allowed to spin a record just to see if it caught on with the listeners.
It was the last time a song which exceeded a four minute and twenty five second time limit could still find a home on the airwaves.
It was still a time before the sleazy likes of Rupert Murdoch and Clear Channel.
That’s what I miss about the 70’s.
Disco music! Wanna get your house cleaned in record time & have fun doing it? Blast some disco & Voila!
Toddlers learning something new every minute, Cobalt XKE,explosive new lover........
Yes I learned giant leaps about life with my daughter born 1975
Some of you already stole some of my responses, like my youth, my baby shit green Vegas, but I also miss doing gymnastics in the yard with the whole neighborhood of kids.
Only seven TV channels -- three networks, three local stations, one PBS -- and yet there was still plenty of good stuff to watch.
we only had three BBC1 BBC2 and ITV
Riding my bike, wind in my hair before anybody started to fuss over helmets.
@AmiSue I was much more reckless then. Local ordinances now seem to suggest that 10mph on a 0 grade, paved path, away from cars is a death with that can only be performed when your head is encased in styrofoam. Meanwhile, in downtown Portland, there are electric scooters riding alongside buses, the riders' heads uncovered (suspect witnesses may be secretly praying for darwinian justice).
My Honda XL75....and riding in the woods with the neighborhood kids.