Sunday, January 20, 2013

Late-Boomer Memories


People born in the early sixties have a special span of experience and memory. We are the last of the "baby-boomers," and we still have a feel for the world of our parents and grandparents. We were the first children of the global village, growing up with multimedia, including new and exciting things like color television and stereo.

We were the guinea pigs of the late '60s cultural upheaval. Our school teachers were (or had been) hippies or protesters or (at least) progressive civil libertarians. We were educated in experimental classrooms with unusual projects and methods (sometimes very confused methods). But we also grew up in fully integrated schools and hadn't the slightest idea why anyone could have any kind of problem with that.

We remember gasoline at 29 cents a gallon (and that's "leaded" gasoline). We remember getting up early in the morning to watch the Saturn V rockets launch Apollo 7, 8, 9, 10, and of course that "one small step for a man...."

We may remember some of the assassinations of 1968 (I don't). We remember George Wallace. We remember the Beatles breaking up. We remember things like: 45 rpm records, i.e, "singles;" "High fidelity;" Going to drive-in movie theaters with our parents; "Waterproof" watches; Bleachers at the ball park were 65 cents a ticket for kids under 16.

Burgers were 25 cents at McDonalds. A pack of baseball cards was 10 cents. We heard about the "end" of the Vietnam War, a few months after Nixon's "landslide" victory in 1972, promising "peace with honor."

We knew that folks were always protesting but we didn't really know why. We Catholics remember the "Interim Mass" in English, and then that tremendous Sunday when the priest told us that there were some "changes" (the one we remember best is "and also with you" !!)

We were looking forward to the celebration of "the Bicentennial." The air was polluted. Everybody smoked, everywhere. The big new thing was Quadraphonic. And Eight-Track players.

And nothing, nothing, NOTHING was made in China!

1 comment:

Daria Sockey said...

A nice trip down memory lane. I remember both of the 68 assassinations thusly: when my mom woke me up for school, she said, "something terrible happened that your teacher will be talking about in school today. Martin Luther King was shot." She then explained who MLK was, since I was too young to follow the news. Same thing with RFK, although I had known that the late president had a brother named Bobby who was running for president.
Those lovely, low prices! I think my dad would go out of his way to get gas at the bargain place where it was 27 cents.
And for me, that "interim mass" was the mass of the ages, because it was the one I learned by heart between the ages of 7 and 9. How I resented the changes! And now I love the new missal, because it is very close to that interim mass.