I've been reading some of my old blog posts to see if I think any differently than I used to. I have found I'm pretty much the same. This is good. I think. Anyway, back in 2008, I did some "Random Thoughts" blogs, and thought I'd do another one from my memories of the 70s. Here we go.
Candy necklaces, purchased for a dime.
Candy bracelets, purchased for a nickel.
Bubble gum cigarettes with powdered sugar inside the paper to give you that "this isn't a bubblegum cigarette; I'm really smoking" look.
Vinnie Barbarino and Horshack. Mista Kah-terre!!!
Being 8 years old, and my parents dropping me off at the skating rink for 3 hours of skating. They did not stay to watch me. I was perfectly safe there, and no one ever thought twice about leaving their little kids there. Can't do that sort of thing any more.
Big Chief pads of paper, and those really fat, tall pencils. I always had to have red.
Oh! And those fat crayons!
Malibu Barbie. That's when Barbie still had straight arms. Toward the 80s, her arms were bent at a 90-degree angle. FYI, Superstar Barbie was the first to do that.
My Tuesday Taylor doll. She came with a blue bathing suit, a white skirt, and sunglasses. You could lay her in the sun, and she would tan. She'd even develop tan lines! And she had two-tone hair with a twisty scalp. Flip it this way, she's a brunette. Flip it around the other way, she's a blonde. Best doll ever.
The Crissy doll. You could make her hair grow by pulling it out of a hole in her head. You could make it shorter by twisting a knob on her back. My mother wouldn't buy me one. I still want one to this day.
My Mrs. Beasley Doll. I had two. True story. In case you don't know, Mrs. Beasley was a doll featured on the show "Family Affair." Blue dress with white polka dots, yellow hair and shoes, black retangle-rimmed glasses. Pull her string, and she had all sorts of sayings. We had this mean Collie named Sam. This dog didn't like me, nor did he like Mrs. Beasley. One day, he got to her, and chewed her mid-section to bits. I had the flu that day, was pretty ill, and had to go to the doctor. I wouldn't let the doctor examine me until he could prove that he could fix Mrs. Beasley. (I generally don't like doctors, which is really ironic, isn't it? heh). So fix her, he did. He taped her up, put a bandage on her head, and she was as good as she would ever get again. She didn't talk anymore, though. So, I let him examine me, and I was better in a few days. That Dr. Hite sure knew his doll medicine. Anyway, my parents were so moved by my concern for my Mrs. Beasley that they bought me a new one. I kept them both for many, many years, until my parents' house flooded in 1990, and they were destroyed. Again, I'd love to have one of those dolls.
Okay, I think that's enough for now. Obviously, I was a wee girl back then, as most of my references are about dolls. Perhaps I'll think a bit more on the 70s topic, and blog more later. Feel free to share any of your thoughts from back then, if you're old enough to have any, that is. ;-)
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