So I was born in the sixties..

[stealthn]

But I really enjoyed listening to someone just ahead of me, my brother was seven years older so always away in his life, but I know he was part of the changing into “the sixties”....

Can someone please embed?


https://youtu.be/qnHuTxlrbvs

Cheers

[Heel n Toe]

[stealthn]

Thanks man!

[ckissick]

Well, I was born in the 50s (barely). Late December of '58, so I grew up as a kid in the 60s. About ten years younger than the guy in the video. Even so, I have my stories. I grew up near La Honda CA where Ken Kesey and the Merry Pranksters hung out. They used to drive up in the "Further" bus at our cross-roads at the semi-famous Alice's Restaurant (not of the song) and play football with us, along with the Hell's Angels. At the time, of course, I thought they were just a bunch of weird but friendly, crazy hippies, and I was right.

The other thing I vividly remember was the draft lottery. I had two older sisters, but many friends had older brothers. When the lottery came out, we'd ask what number the older brothers got. None I knew got drafted, somehow. They always got high numbers.

[stealthn]

Good story Charlie, I was just blessed to see a man walk on the moon at 6,that was my best sixties memory

[tabs]

Your OVER 50!!!!

[look 171]

I remember my dad telling my mother the Vietnam war was over in 73 (now I know, but have no idea what year it was) in our kitchen like if it was yesterday but have no memories of the 60s. I was a bit too young but do remember the cartoon, White Lion, Kimba running before the show started. This has to be about 68 when I was 2.

I bet it was a fun time to grow up then but getting drafted was a scary thought.

[KFC911]

Born in 60.... The Monkeys were so much better than the Beatles ... they had a TV show . It was a great time growing up....

I learned about the 60s in the 70s

[ckelly78z]

The 60s were a lot simpler, and safer times than 2020....playing outdoors until the street lights came on.

[Heel n Toe]

Originally Posted by ckelly78z

The 60s were a lot simpler, and safer times than 2020....playing outdoors until the street lights came on.

Yes... and you reminded me of this part of the 1st episode of Wonder Years... especially the "milk carton" line.

[NY65912]

Born in '55. Life was so much simpler, but definitely not easier. We had much less in terms of possessions but a better quality of life. Families and friends seemed closer.

The sixties was a time of my coming of age for sure. I learned a hell of a lot in that schoolyard in Brooklyn. We as kids had more freedom. Out early, come back for a bite, back out again until supper. My Dad would lean out the front window and give a distinctive whistle, I knew it was time to eat. Back out after supper until I got another whistle.

We ran all over the place without anyone knowing where we were off to. We played softball, basketball and went fishing every day. Much more innocent times. You knew where you could go and where you should not. Got my draft card in 1973, number 52 in the last draft. Many of my friends brothers went off to Viet Nam. Most came back, but were not the same, some did not. We went to church looking like ladies and gentlemen. Hats and gloves, suits and dresses.

My wife and I were just talking about what we have seen in our lives.
Cold War
Getting the Polio vaccine on a pink sugar cube
Duck and cover under our school desks
Jet travel
The milk man rattling bottles and 4 AM.
Ebinger's Bakery
Mail being delivered twice a day!
Coney Island
Kennedy assassination
Civil unrest '64
Passing of civil rights act
VietNam war
MLB assassination
RFK assassination
GOING TO THE MOON!!!!!
Hippies
Nixon, Watergate, leaving office
Drug culture
'69 Mets, Knicks and Jets
Long hair
Rock music
My double play as a third baseman for my PSAL team in '68 that won the big game.
Computers
Cell Phones
Space shuttle disasters
Breakdown of family
More civil unrest
Lack of respect for women, police, religion, teachers.

I'd take back the 60's because of the way I saw it as a kid, maybe not reality but my perception of reality. I know there was plenty of trouble and dark things that I did not see or encounter but I had a blast as a kid. I know I am leaving a ton of stuff/events out.

Ehh, now a fat old guy that feels the world he knew is long gone and ain't coming back, it's lost.
And so I move with the times as we all must. Perhaps I can instill some of my youth through stories and actions into my three grandsons.

Cheers

[asphaltgambler]

How good was that? I could watch hours of that guy, anymore? Or is it part of a series? I can tell you born '59 the youngest of 4 - 1 sister / 2 brothers. They and all their friends were wild as h3ll looking back. Not destructive- but lived life to the fullest everyday. There is 7 years between my sister, 9 and 11 with my brothers. As a kid I lived vicariously through them observing as well as all my kid contemporaries.

[sc_rufctr]

[URY914]

Born Jan '59.
Graduated HS in'77.
Great time but everyone says that about when they graduated.
I made $1.35/hr as a bag boy plus all the quarter tips I could hustle.
Drove a '70 VW Bug.
Foghat/Boston/Eagles

[flatbutt]

summer of '52 here. Inner city punk. The list of Ny65912 is similar to what I could post. Especially Dads whistle! A somewhat simpler life but we sure didn't have much. We got our first TV just in time to watch Kennedy's funeral.

[GH85Carrera]

Originally Posted by NY65912

Born in '55. Life was so much simpler, but definitely not easier. We had much less in terms of possessions but a better quality of life. Families and friends seemed closer.

The sixties was a time of my coming of age for sure. I learned a hell of a lot in that schoolyard in Brooklyn. We as kids had more freedom. Out early, come back for a bite, back out again until supper. My Dad would lean out the front window and give a distinctive whistle, I knew it was time to eat. Back out after supper until I got another whistle.

We ran all over the place without anyone knowing where we were off to. We played softball, basketball and went fishing every day. Much more innocent times. You knew where you could go and where you should not. Got my draft card in 1973, number 52 in the last draft. Many of my friends brothers went off to Viet Nam. Most came back, but were not the same, some did not. We went to church looking like ladies and gentlemen. Hats and gloves, suits and dresses.

My wife and I were just talking about what we have seen in our lives.
Cold War
Getting the Polio vaccine on a pink sugar cube
Duck and cover under our school desks
Jet travel
The milk man rattling bottles and 4 AM.
Ebinger's Bakery
Mail being delivered twice a day!
Coney Island
Kennedy assassination
Civil unrest '64
Passing of civil rights act
VietNam war
MLB assassination
RFK assassination
GOING TO THE MOON!!!!!
Hippies
Nixon, Watergate, leaving office
Drug culture
'69 Mets, Knicks and Jets
Long hair
Rock music
My double play as a third baseman for my PSAL team in '68 that won the big game.
Computers
Cell Phones
Space shuttle disasters
Breakdown of family
More civil unrest
Lack of respect for women, police, religion, teachers.

I'd take back the 60's because of the way I saw it as a kid, maybe not reality but my perception of reality. I know there was plenty of trouble and dark things that I did not see or encounter but I had a blast as a kid. I know I am leaving a ton of stuff/events out.

Ehh, now a fat old guy that feels the world he knew is long gone and ain't coming back, it's lost.
And so I move with the times as we all must. Perhaps I can instill some of my youth through stories and actions into my three grandsons.

Cheers

I always said I grew up in the Leave it to Beaver age. I walked to school for the first grade! In my mind I remember it as a couple of miles. In fact, according to Google Earth, it was 4 city blocks, and my 3rd grade brother walked with me to the same school. It was not uphill both ways in the snow, but in shorts, no shoes no shirt all year long, in Pearl City, HI.

By 3rd grade in San Marcos, TX I rode my bike to school, (about 2 miles in memory) and just left it unlocked always and it was always there where I left it.

I never carried a house key until I moved away from home and rented a crappy apartment, we never locked the doors.

I remember getting the yearbook update to our Encyclopedia Britannica and went to the "new words" section. The word Hippy was in there (with a useless definition to me) as one who is hip. That did not tell me anything. Also Astronaut was a new word. We went to visit friends in San Fransisco in 1969. They took us down to Haight-Ashbury and we walked around and went in some poster shops and looked at the weird people. That is when I figured out what a hippy was, long haired and unwashed and stinky.

We played outside until 6:29 and we knew to be home by 6:30 for dinner or dad was mad. As soon as we were excused from dinner we played outside until the street lights came on. No cell phone, and the parents had no idea what we were doing or where we were.

My childhood changed drastically in 1969-1970 when we moved back to Hawaii and I met up face to face with the reality of racism of the local kids, and learned every Friday was kill Haole day and I was one of the two Haoles in school, so it was always my turn. When we moved on base I got to go to a school that was 1/2 white kids, so no more kill Haole day. We moved back to Montgomery, AL and I went to a school that was 70% black. I never had one slight issue, and had lots of friends of all races.

I received the letter from Uncle Sam, and a draft card marked 1A. When the lottery was drawn I was number 6. I was planning on joining the Air Force right after high school. 10 days before I would get drafted, they ended the draft. I do regret never having joined up in the Air Force and serving my country. I just went to work, paying taxes instead.

[Bob Kontak]

Originally Posted by ckelly78z

The 60s were a lot simpler, and safer times than 2020....playing outdoors until the street lights came on.

Yep. Evenings were the best when it cooled down.

It wasn't THE safest time. My Dad could lay down some pretty decent ass whippings. We aren't talking Huck Finn drunken Dad beatings. We are talking hearty tune-ups for misfires.

My dear Mom, RIP, "Go cut me a switch" and hands me a paring knife.

[GH85Carrera]

I was talking to one of my wife's cousins yesterday. He called it "the circle dance" when mom or dad had hold of your arm, and was using the switch or paddle and going in a circle as the kid moves forward and around they go.

And parents would spank kids that were not their own! If we were caught doing something outside the bounds of permission, we all got a spanking.

After dinner, before dark play time was the best. We never had any issues besides skinned knees, insect bites. It was an era that will not be repeated unfortunately.

We only had three black and white TV stations and at night nothing much good was on. If mom and dad were watching something, there was no second (or third) TV to watch. Movies were only at the theater with no VCR, so playing outside was more fun.

[stealthn]

I “went” to private school and one time me and two friends cut through the girls locker room to get to the main gym. Mr. Hayes caught us ( later turned out taught me to shoot skeet & Trap) and said we were going to go through the “windmill” ( he was walking with a cane), and he would backwhip, then forward, and he wanted a fresh butt in every spin, and we would go on until we got it right... luckily, me and my two buddies managed to jump into the windmill just right, one, two, three..MAN did it hurt...but glad we didn’t have to do it again.


Also got the strap at that school

[Bill Douglas]

Originally Posted by URY914

Born Jan '59.

Me too.

I came from a small surf town near Wellington NZ. I can see it in my mind very clearly the cool guys in their cars with SURFBOARDS on the roof looking at the waves. How cool is that. LOL

I also remembering my father in heated arguments with people about the vietnam war. I don't know which side he was on (art school kid ).

I also remember the day JFK got shot. I didn't think it was a terribly big deal but I had it explained to me in no uncertain manner that he was a very important man.