The Sixties
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Mum and I talk about this all the time. I absolutely love the 60's, I'm sorry I wasn't around yet to see it. I'm inspired by the clothes of that era, they were so much nicer than the 90's. Was a fantastic, colourful time that has nothing but warm memories for me, when I look at family photographs, my grandpa, my mum's clothes, home interiors and just life in general back then.
Here's two examples of my own:
Here's two examples of my own:
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I have been manipulated, but I like it, so I'm not giving it up any time soon.
My parents were depression-era kids, so "make do" was a way of life passed on to us. We're all old enough now to make our own decisions, but two out of six kids stuck with "make do." It's so ingrained by now, hubby caught me by surprise today. Our old oven timer died a couple of weeks ago. (I took 15 minutes to try and find the spot were the battery goes. Ends up, it goes nowhere. "Manufactured obsolete" just like Edison's lightbulb -- second try. His first light bulb lasted six or more decades.) So I bought a new one and tried to figure out how it turned on, which brought me right back to where does the battery go?
As mechanically uninclined as ever, so I couldn't figure out how it turned on, assumed it was broken, took it back to the store, where the CS woman put in all the effort to swap it for a new one, before she found the tab I missed, pulled it, and viola! It worked. Told this story to hubby along with the part where I didn't think I could get to the battery. He told me how I could, except they're so cheap the battery is just a buck cheaper than the product, so he'd throw it away.
Whoa! That is so NOT "make do."
I think that is modern consumerism. Why make do, if it's not cheap enough to bother making do? It's still a choice and not any worse or better than any other choice. Especially considering every time we buy something someone is earning money making it, so it is what drives the economy. (Or, would be, if we were still a manufacturing country.)
My parents were depression-era kids, so "make do" was a way of life passed on to us. We're all old enough now to make our own decisions, but two out of six kids stuck with "make do." It's so ingrained by now, hubby caught me by surprise today. Our old oven timer died a couple of weeks ago. (I took 15 minutes to try and find the spot were the battery goes. Ends up, it goes nowhere. "Manufactured obsolete" just like Edison's lightbulb -- second try. His first light bulb lasted six or more decades.) So I bought a new one and tried to figure out how it turned on, which brought me right back to where does the battery go?
As mechanically uninclined as ever, so I couldn't figure out how it turned on, assumed it was broken, took it back to the store, where the CS woman put in all the effort to swap it for a new one, before she found the tab I missed, pulled it, and viola! It worked. Told this story to hubby along with the part where I didn't think I could get to the battery. He told me how I could, except they're so cheap the battery is just a buck cheaper than the product, so he'd throw it away.
Whoa! That is so NOT "make do."
I think that is modern consumerism. Why make do, if it's not cheap enough to bother making do? It's still a choice and not any worse or better than any other choice. Especially considering every time we buy something someone is earning money making it, so it is what drives the economy. (Or, would be, if we were still a manufacturing country.)
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You know what? You're making me want to go there
BUT, you grew up on computers, don't get what card catalogs are, how to use Sear and Roebuck's, have no idea what Twinkle is all about, were never afraid the commies were going to get you, or what "backfire" means, which I truly think is cool in its own right.
I knew the elderly would take this thread over...haha...just kidding. Love hearing all your thoughts on the 60's. Whenever I get the chance to talk to people from that era I love to hear their stories. It seems that things were more simple and it also appears that it was a pretty significant pivot in the history of our country.
Out of all this, one question for you. How long did it take you to realize the city had no green pastures?
(I still miss green pastures.)
(I still miss green pastures.)
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I grew up in the sticks, but hubby talked me into moving into the city. I got excited because I walked on lawn today. BUT, all these years later, and no idea what we'd do if we still lived in the sticks. If a blizzard or a dead battery stops me from using the car, there are buses, taxis, and walking.
Mostly, he would have never made it to the hospital if it was more than 20 minutes from home.
Mostly, he would have never made it to the hospital if it was more than 20 minutes from home.