Remember When (#333)

THIS IS THE 333rd POST On my BLOG!!!

I was ten in 1970 and that decade was my formative years.  We lived in that same split-level home until 1980.  To this day, my Dad and Mom still own it and keep it rented.

The 1970’s

A split-level home at the top of the hill, that’s the where,

I was in second or third grade when we moved there,

That’s the when, before the cul-de-sac age,

It was the 1970’s, when bell bottoms were the rage,

A first-class stamp was just 6 cents,

And Richard Milhous Nixon was the President,

I had a pink banana-seated bicycle, a three-speed,

A Trixie Belden mystery was my summer read,

Life was “feeling groovy” and everyone said “right-on”,

Trading with green stamps and talking on a rotary phone,

Mood rings were fashionable, and pet rocks were the perfect pet,

 But the terrifying movie Jaws kept us all from getting wet,

A macramé owl hung on every kitchen wall,

And shag carpet covered the floors and down the hall,

Eight track tapes and vinyl records played the music we heard,

And by carrying our transistor radio, we knew every single word,

“The Bump” was a dance that was easy to do,

And “Laugh-In” was always going to Sock it to you!

The platform shoes were really chunky,

And admittedly, the clothes were a little funky:

A leisure suit, pant suit, jumpsuit, or even a track suit was a hit,

In flamboyant colors, prints, and florals of polyester and double knit,

The 70’s had Vietnam and Watergate, but we were just kids then,

We only remember the Woolworth five and dime, when we remember when.

Tammy Harvey

Written:  7/13/2020