puntachueca 106M
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6/27/2006 6:45 pm

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Saturday's the day...finally actually be 60.

I'm a vanguard of the baby parents got out of the service in October 1945 and almost exactly 9 months later here I was. Along with a lot of other kiddies. We've been going through the population curve like a goat inside a python for 60 years. And eventually we're going to be pooped out.

An amazing amount of stuff happened in 60 years...the late 40's...Rosemary Clooney...riding on trains...the Korean War (I remember my cousin going off to that war)...Ike...Kennedy...the day Kennedy was shot...rock and roll...the Everly Brothers...Elvis...Bob Dylan, antiwar marches...flower power...grass...
..went from manual typerwriters in a newsroom with guys who still kept bottles of whiskey in their desks to the internet...

What's the first things you remember as a kid?

rm_kalanchoe88 55F

6/27/2006 7:51 pm

When I was 2 we lived in Ely, Nevada. I slept under the window and I would wake up with my sheets frozen to the wall with the condensation from the window.

puntachueca replies on 6/27/2006 9:13 pm:
Damn that's cold.

I remember staying at my grandma's farm out in the country...they didn't have indoor one night out to the outhouse....a blue norther had come through...must have been 20 degrees....learned the meaning of "freezing my ass off". Learned how to use a chamber pot.

demonicsexkitten 42F
10688 posts
6/27/2006 9:56 pm

My earliest memory is of travelling and living with dad out of a hotel room. no idea where we went. but for some reason it seems there was a my-size potty set up in a closet for me (that or it just seemed like it cuz i was too short to reach the light? no idea), and the only way i could see myself in the mirror was by jumping on the bed.

i have strange early memories. the other earliest memory, of my mom, is of living in a motel/trailer park (mom managed it) and getting to pick a toy out of the "prize" closet. I was around 4 or 5 yrs old. Oddly enough I still have one of those prizes. lol. They consisted of things like pens, pencils, crayons, pencil box, coloring books. I still have a pencil with a pom-pom mousie head on it.

puntachueca replies on 6/28/2006 3:45 am:

I grew up in a less than nurturing environment. When we moved from Texas to Arizona when I was 7 my mom threw all my toys away "because there wasn't room in the moving truck". ( They were rich and filled up a 5000 square house with their stuff ) My dad saved my train set and hid it away. I found it 30 years later.

Probably a reason why I hate birthdays...when I was 6 she announced after my birthday party that "you are too old to have birthday parties" and never had one again.

sexyariesgirl 59F

6/28/2006 4:37 pm

I remember one year when I was about 6 years old.....some of my favorite things started favorite favorite book...I couldn't find them anywhere. My Mom had NO IDEA where they could be...told me if I would clean my room I would probably find them. I cleaned my room....didn't find a one of them! Then on Christmas morning...when I started to open all the packages under the tree...I found every single thing that had disappeared! I was SO excited! It wasn't until years later that I realized there had been no money for Christmas that year. My Mom used a very creative mind to insure that I had a wonderful Christmas in spite of no money for extras.

Power To FOK

puntachueca replies on 6/28/2006 5:32 pm:
That is so nice. You had a wonderful mom. Great memory. Thanks for sharing it!!!

BaronessK 53F

7/3/2006 1:23 am

I am the LAST of the 'baby boomers'. I could have lived through the 60's {older in age and all} according to those who did {and did 'experiment'} because I don't really remember much about it!

I remember being around 4 and being at the Fire Station when my Dad worked and his coworkers 'cranking' me up to get me to spew out my opinions in all those big words from such a 'tiny thing' {except my attitude? }.

I remember telling my mother that I could read by myself {at 4}, and would prefer to do so, since her stories were stupid {Fairy Tales}; I remember that 'look' on her face while I explained why Fairy Tales were just that, and how/why they were so stupid.

I remember being 7 trying to look over a raised police stand/desk as I heard the moronic bastard {the 'officer'} ask my mother if I "had led the old man {my stepfather} 'on'?" I learned that day that no matter what I had to speak up whether I was 'heard' or not; my mother sure as hell wasn't going to do it for me, no matter what.

I remember every Christmas {yes every} mother getting me something that she knew I absolutely did not want; and buying it from somewhere that made it 'guaranteed' {to break/cheap in quality} -- no matter that I was always so careful with my things {and still have certain things that Daddy bought me, including a child height stuffed dog that I have had since I was 7}.

I remember a lot of advanced classes, a lot of extra work, and a lot of notes being sent home {since I asked such questions, of the 'teachers', as why since I was so smart did I have to do the same problems over and over and in so many more quantities as those who didn't know how to do them or do them as well, and so on}. I remember my mother telling me all the time how much I lacked common sense 'just like' Daddy, and that I was the 'black sheep' of the family {as a child!}.

I remember Daddy giving me his old 78's and an old record player to play them on; White Cliffs of Dover, Glenn Miller Band, and a whole bunch of other 'greats'. I remember his favorite recording was on a 33, 'The Ballad of the Green Berets'. He had a lot of Loretta Lynn records, too, along with a lot of 'funny' songs {like Running Bear and Little White Dove, etcetera}.

I remember Nixon and Watergate; probably since so much was on about him, one of the few reasons I would have 'noticed' at whatever age I was; I never did watch much television. I do remember watching late night television and seeing all the 'old Hollywood' movies and such.

I can remember every birthday never, ever being 'mine'; my mother has the same birthdate in 44, I have it in 64, and my sister has it in 65 -- not even the 'extra' of being a twin!

I remember a lot about other people, and about their lives' as well; not so much about what was 'going on' in the world at general -- I prefered to 'people watch' my environment and except for books and where they took me I just wasn't that interested in politics or anything else like that in any real way.

puntachueca replies on 7/3/2006 7:34 am:
This is almost spooky how similar this is.
According to my parents I didn't start talking until I was 4...they thought I was mentally retarded from an rh factor incompatible baby and all...then I started talking in full complete sentences..and by 8 I was reading college texts in geology. School was extremely boring. I can also read like 1000 words a minute, and would always get accused of cheating when I'd finish a test in 5 minutes...later in life a therapist figured out that I had "attention deficit disorder"...always labels of negativity. Mentally I'm wrired a lot faster than "normal" and this has always been kind of a "problem" for other people. Since I have an aversion to fire, probably got burnt at the stake a few times in past lives.
My mom was like something out of Mommy Dearest

BaronessK 53F

7/3/2006 1:37 pm

Mother has the rh incompatibility {actually she has Human Incompatibility, but I'll segue if I don't stop!}; brother {older} and sister {younger} both had to have blood transfusions, but I came out fully with Daddy's blood {and don't it show!}. They labeled me Hyperactive, but in small print they had to admit couldn't be medically {mensa I.Q.}. I told therapists that I didn't have anything like ADD {although my son has 'AD...huh?'}...they just bored me stiff and/or I was ignoring them.

I have seriously tried to figure out 'past lives' on myself; but so many 'personalities' and all in this one has made that a very tough task!

puntachueca replies on 7/3/2006 5:12 pm:
Fortunately, one of my past lives was being a clown.

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