Saturday, April 27, 2013

The 70s

I just realized it's been ages since I've posted a vintage photo. It's been quite a long time since I've even done any scanning, but I do still have a good number of great photos in the queue. The quality of this one is a bit dodgy, but it's too interesting not to share.

This takes us back to 1970. In it are, from left to right, my sister, my baby brother, my cousin, and me. I honestly don't remember ever watching TV while holding a rifle, but those were strange times. Nixon was president.

In the background you can see a set of encyclopedias, which were a major source of entertainment for me back in those google-less days. Over on the left side of the image, you can also see the radiator, which is the most awesome kind of heat. I'm pretty sure this photo was taken right around Thanksgiving, putting it in late November, which in western New York means that there was probably snow on the ground outside. And yet I've got no sleeves or shoes on. That is the power of the radiator. There's no draft -- just heat (if this seems like a strange thing to comment on, consider that I now live in the South, where there's nothing but forced air heat -- brrrr!). Also, dig my sister's head gear. Solid.

3 comments:

alice said...

Proto Patty Hearst?

Keera Ann Fox said...

(Heh. My previous driver's license had me looking like her.)

Charming photo! What a time capsule!

Weren't we just the most innocent of innocents? Trusting strangers, walking to and from school, roaming the neighborhood to play, a toy gun was just a toy… I'm glad we were kids when we were. Today, you'd not only not be allowed that toy gun, but your school would have a metal detector to keep out the real ones.

alice said...

It was definitely a great time to grow up. We ran around town completely unsupervised and my parents often had no idea where we were. But they didn't worry because they knew that someone in the neighborhood was watching out for us and would feed us at meal times, just as they fed whoever happened to be in their yard when lunch rolled around. I was a teenager before I ever even laid eyes on a real gun (and it was on the belt of a cop who stopped by the house to talk to my father).