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Top 10 Ways to Give Your Kid a 1970’s Summer
blogspot.com ^ | May 29, 2014 | 4 Boys' mother

Posted on 06/13/2014 9:42:55 AM PDT by grundle

Thursday, May 29, 2014





               Top 10 Ways to Give Your Kid a 1970’s Summer

It is officially the end of May. The Pinterest pages, Facebook feeds, and family magazine features are loaded up with all the activities you should do with your kids summer. AS. IF.   As if we need more activities. MORE I say!  As if I am sitting here, ok, really lying here in my end of school year coma,  thinking, "OMG! I CANNOT wait to tackle that homemade moon sand recipe  we will dye ourselves with the skin of organic vegetables, then shape our homemade sand into a perfect replica of the Millenium Falcon! ” Or, “Why yes, I am going to schlep 4 kids to that new science museum two hours away, where we will eagerly wander through the exhibits,  each completing the 10 page scavenger hunt I created last night. Then we will come home and ‘discuss’ at great length the scientific theories we learned, because, brace yourself,  what if we don’t keep our minds active ALL summer? GASP!  Wait, hold it! We must, just MUST go to the dollar store and buy 125 pool noodles to construct a backyard water park! We will invite the neighborhood kids over, serve vegan popsicles,  watermelon chunks cut out like dolphins, and a vegetable crudité platter shaped like a palm tree.  And what summer pool party would be complete without nitrate, skin, meat, additive, and taste free hot dogs on gluten free buns covered in artisanal ketchup?

I am done. Sort of like I how I was done with the school year, but I am already done with summer. And by done, I mean I am done with all the forced smile inducing, uber planned and supervised, over the top  summer life experiences  I am supposed to provide for my kids. You know what I want my kids to experience this summer? The same type of summer I would have experienced in the late 1970’s.  The exact same one.  I survived it, and they will too. As a matter of fact, it must have been pretty memorable because 30 years later I can tell you exactly what it entailed. It entailed FUN. Fun we made all on our own. What. A. Concept.

My top 10 ways to give your 2014 kids a 1970’s summer.

.       Let them watch TV. Plenty of it. But only the TV Land channel. I want my kids to watch The Love Boat, The Carol Burnett Show, The Jefferson’s, Charlie’s Angels, My Three Sons, The Six Million Dollar Man,  Gilligan's Island, $100,000 Pyramid, and my personal favorite, Hart to Hart.  Seriously,  what little girl in the late 70’s  didn't want to be an amateur detective married to the CEO of Hart Industries, driving around in a yellow Mercedes-Benz SL Roadster, while sporting a matching lilac pant suit and  perfectly coiffed butterfly winged wavy brown hair?  Because I sure as hell did.

2.       Eat whatever you  want, and/or whatever can find.  There will be no more pantries full of organic vegetable chips, and non-GMO graham crackers. No more refrigerators full of anti-pesticide fruit, free range eggs, and cold pressed juice.  This will be the summer of Frito-Lay and Red Dye #5. I want to see my kid’s reaction when I tear open a tiny envelope of cherry Kool-Aid, sprinkle it into a BPA laden plastic pitcher, dump 4 cups of regular, granulated, white, and maybe even generic sugar (not raw, stevia, or agave,) then add water from the tap, and  viola! You are hydrated! I will be over here drinking a Tab. Lunch will be fried bologna and a blue can of Planter’s Cheese Balls, and for dinner we will pile in the car and go pick up a bucket of Kentucky Fried Chicken, a styrofoam quart of mashed potatoes,  and O. M. Geee, dessert will be pineapple upside cake! Made from canned pineapples in…….wait for it……syrup!

3.       Make them play outside. Like all day. All. Damn. Day. Hot? Drink from the hose. Run through the sprinklers. Swim in the pool until your hair feels like straw, turns green, and the bottom of your feet are calloused from the bottom of the pool. Search for ladybugs, play hide ‘n seek between the houses, run down the street gutters after a rain storm. Read under a tree. I hear this lady named Judy Blume writes good stuff.

4.       Send them to the movies for the entire day. I will drop you off at around 11 and pick you up for dinner. Its’ real simple. You sneak from one theater to the next. Nobody cares.

5.       Spend three nights in a row at your best friend’s house. No, you don’t have to call to check in every hour. And yes,  it’s totally ok their parents will be at work and nobody will be home all day. It will give you plenty of time for #1, 2, and 3.

6.       Make stuff, like from stuff you find. No trips to Hobby Lobby for pre-cut, pre-stuck, pre-fabricated crafts.   Find crap in the garage and assemble it into something you can play with. No, you can’t Google how to do it. Ropes are fun.

7.       Have them put on a talent show. A  real, genuine, sing and dance and entertain the hell out of me talent show.  I promise I won’t upload it to Youtube or share it on Facebook. I pinky swear. No, there is no theme, no requirements, no directions, no anything. No, there is no right way to do it. You have an imagination. Please use it.

8.       Play this until you want to throw it against the wall, or smash into 1,000 pieces.  It’s the original train your brain app.


9.       Build a fort in the backyard. No, I am not gonna help. Yes, you can use the $125 Pottery Barn Kids duvet cover from your bed. I don’t care anymore. Making a memory trumps 400 thread count cotton.

10.   Finally, learn to find the amazing in the ordinary. Trust me. You will need this skill in your 40’s. I pinky swear. 



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1 posted on 06/13/2014 9:42:55 AM PDT by grundle
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To: grundle

Not sure about #4.


2 posted on 06/13/2014 9:49:56 AM PDT by Blood of Tyrants (Haven't you lost enough freedoms? Support an end to the WOD now.)
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To: grundle

I wish my grandkids could chase the DDT man like I used to.


3 posted on 06/13/2014 9:55:01 AM PDT by patriotsoul
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To: grundle

Need one of these.

4 posted on 06/13/2014 9:55:05 AM PDT by 2ndDivisionVet (I will raise $2Million USD for Cruz and/or Palin's next run, what will you do?)
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To: grundle

11). Teach your kids to cuss....just like Mom.


5 posted on 06/13/2014 9:55:18 AM PDT by TomServo
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To: grundle; GeronL; Revolting cat!
Wait in line at the gas station. Never get gas, roll your car forward once every two hours. Repeat every other day.


6 posted on 06/13/2014 9:56:07 AM PDT by a fool in paradise (The new witchhunt: "Do you NOW, . . . or have you EVER , . . supported traditional marriage?")
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To: grundle

Love it.

In the 70’s I was a kid who had orchards, grapvines, and watermelon patches all around. My friends and I would hop on our bikes in the morning and not return until the street lights came on. We knew most of the farmers, and the Ice House was half way between home and Smith Mountain. Perfect for those 100 degree days and you needed to cool off.

Drank straight from the wells used for irrigation. Ate watermelon, tomatoes, pomegranates and grapes fresh from the vine.

There was a great “literary magazine stash” that young boys learned from and laughed at by the railroad tracks.

Drank the Hawaiian Punch syrup straight from that big can. Yum.


7 posted on 06/13/2014 9:56:29 AM PDT by adaven
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To: TomServo
Teach your kids to cuss....just like Mom.

i guess i can check that one off my list...

8 posted on 06/13/2014 9:57:21 AM PDT by latina4dubya (when i have money i buy books... if i have anything left, i buy 6-inch heels and a bottle of wine...)
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To: grundle

Sounds like how I raised my kids in the 80’s and 90’s.

Potato guns made out of old PVC pipes are fun. As are your own bows and arrows made from string, bird feathers and sticks

And keep catching the same stupid fish, the only fish, that lives in the pond across the street. And he’s only there because you caught him somewhere else, put him in a bucket of water ad dumped him into the pond.

And only Grandpa got to watch the one TV in the house, and he just watched sport, the stock market report and the MacNeil Lehrer news hour. Don’t like that, too bad.


9 posted on 06/13/2014 9:57:22 AM PDT by KosmicKitty (WARNING: Hormonally crazed woman ahead!!)
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To: grundle
Read Mad Magazine every day. Not the current gang of idiots but the issues published when Bill Gaines and Al Feldstein were still alive...


10 posted on 06/13/2014 9:57:30 AM PDT by a fool in paradise (The new witchhunt: "Do you NOW, . . . or have you EVER , . . supported traditional marriage?")
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To: Blood of Tyrants

for me, i could not and would not do number 5...


11 posted on 06/13/2014 9:57:54 AM PDT by latina4dubya (when i have money i buy books... if i have anything left, i buy 6-inch heels and a bottle of wine...)
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To: a fool in paradise

Thanks to Jimmy Carter, the nations 2nd worst president, thanks to the current one.


12 posted on 06/13/2014 9:58:31 AM PDT by b4its2late (A Progressive is a person who will give away everything he doesn't own.)
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To: Blood of Tyrants
Sadly, #4 would be risky in today's environment. When I was a kid, you could ride a bus downtown for 25 cents and be within walking distance of four theaters.

When I last visited the town in the mid 1990s, two of those four had turned into parking lots, one of them had become a porno theater with creepy people going in and out.

The last one had been preserved and carefully restored by the local historical society and was a wonderful site to behold. Only it didn't sell cheap tickets for children's movies-- those places had all moved to the malls outside of town. It sold $20 tickets for groups from the 50s, 60s and 70s making nostalgia or farewell tours.

13 posted on 06/13/2014 9:58:41 AM PDT by Vigilanteman (Obama: Fake black man. Fake Messiah. Fake American. How many fakes can you fit in one Zer0?)
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To: grundle

step one: confiscate their cellphones, ipads, laptops and remove all power supplies from desktops.

step two: the kids will figure out step two for you.


14 posted on 06/13/2014 9:59:00 AM PDT by Rodamala
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To: grundle

Speaking as someone who grew up as a kid in the 1970s, brilliant list.

Unfortunately, my mother sent me against my will to summer camp. One month of day camp and one month of sleepaway camp. I hated camp. I wanted to stay home and play with my friends in the neighborhood. I wanted to see all the tv shows and movies that aired during the daytime that I missed due to usual school hours. I wanted to be able to stay up late and sleep late, etc.

Camp was torture. Boring. And it didnt help that I got bullied by both campers and counselors. The campers and counselors that didnt bully me, turned a blind eye to those who did.

In one sleepaway camp I wrote home every day about the miserable time I was having and the abuse I took from camoers and counselors. After the month was up and I went home, I discovered that with the exception of 4 innocuous postcards of mine, they never mailed any of my complaints home.


15 posted on 06/13/2014 9:59:20 AM PDT by lowbridge
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To: grundle

Speaking as someone who grew up as a kid in the 1970s, brilliant list.

Unfortunately, my mother sent me against my will to summer camp. One month of day camp and one month of sleepaway camp. I hated camp. I wanted to stay home and play with my friends in the neighborhood. I wanted to see all the tv shows and movies that aired during the daytime that I missed due to usual school hours. I wanted to be able to stay up late and sleep late, etc.

Camp was torture. Boring. And it didnt help that I got bullied by both campers and counselors. The campers and counselors that didnt bully me, turned a blind eye to those who did.

In one sleepaway camp I wrote home every day about the miserable time I was having and the abuse I took from campers and counselors. After the month was up and I went home, I discovered that with the exception of 4 innocuous postcards of mine, they never mailed any of my complaints home.


16 posted on 06/13/2014 10:01:04 AM PDT by lowbridge
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To: b4its2late
Go to a peace march in the park because those Islamonazi "freedom fighters" shouldn't be cutting people's heads off and stuff.


17 posted on 06/13/2014 10:02:11 AM PDT by a fool in paradise (The new witchhunt: "Do you NOW, . . . or have you EVER , . . supported traditional marriage?")
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To: grundle

I grew up in the 70’s, and my summers consisted of my parents cutting us loose after breakfast, and telling to come home when the sun set, or if you were hungry. Playing kickball in the street ‘til midnight was common. My Wife cringes in fear with all of the things I let my boys get away with. I survived childhood, and with a few scars, and so can they.


18 posted on 06/13/2014 10:02:58 AM PDT by factoryrat (We are the producers, the creators. Grow it, mine it, build it.)
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To: grundle

No way #2 is happening around here.


19 posted on 06/13/2014 10:05:00 AM PDT by goodwithagun (My gun has killed fewer people than Ted Kennedy's car.)
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To: adaven
There was a great “literary magazine stash” that young boys learned from and laughed at by the railroad tracks.

Ah yes... great things happen near the railroad tracks... step "step 2" in my previous post.

20 posted on 06/13/2014 10:05:11 AM PDT by Rodamala
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To: grundle
Paint smiley faces on everything in the home.


21 posted on 06/13/2014 10:05:28 AM PDT by a fool in paradise (The new witchhunt: "Do you NOW, . . . or have you EVER , . . supported traditional marriage?")
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To: grundle
Get a roll of yarn and 2 sticks.


22 posted on 06/13/2014 10:06:26 AM PDT by a fool in paradise (The new witchhunt: "Do you NOW, . . . or have you EVER , . . supported traditional marriage?")
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To: grundle

Fun stuff! I remember a lot of it. My cousins and I had a playhouse their dad constructed out of lumber. We loved to walk to the nearby grocery store and buy sugary cereal, then come back and eat it dry. Sometimes we’d follow it with chasers of Pixi-Stix (more sugar).

We had one of those big round free-standing pools in the backyard, and we were in that thing every day in the summer. I had a cat that used to jump in and swim laps.

My husband used to get dropped off at the movies with his friends and/or siblings and cousins, and they used to sneak in and out of movies.

But I thought Hart to Hart was an ‘80s show.


23 posted on 06/13/2014 10:06:48 AM PDT by CatherineofAragon ((Support Christian white males---the architects of the jewel known as Western Civilization).)
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To: Blood of Tyrants

“6.       Make stuff, like from stuff you find. No trips to Hobby Lobby for pre-cut, pre-stuck, pre-fabricated crafts.   Find crap in the garage and assemble it into something you can play with. No, you can’t Google how to do it. Ropes are fun.”

I lived in an apartment. My friends and I would get together and do stuff all summer. Being I lived 5 minutes from the beach, we would meet outside, each armed with only a towel and a dollar and hang out all day. We would ride the waves, and go nuts when we heard’ “hot Knishes, cold soda here.” If we dared, we would try to sneak into Brighton Beach Baths.

My favorite was what we could build and play with until one of us got hurt. We took a wooden milk crate, attached it to a 2 by 4, added wheels and we had a go cart. No hammers, no tools. We used a rock to bang in the nails we took from other crap we found. The only street with an incline became our track, regardless of traffic pattern. That was the turn off from the belt parkway to ocean pkwy south bound.

In 1970 I broke my arm falling out of a tree while building a tree house. We used the same wood and nails. Spent a whole night at Coney Island Hospital. Today DYFS would have taken me and prosecuted my parents for child abuse. Two weeks earlier I was there after opening up my chin racing go carts.

Oh, and there were no helmets and we survived.


24 posted on 06/13/2014 10:08:04 AM PDT by EQAndyBuzz ("Heck of a reset there, Hillary")
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To: grundle

In the early 50s, I remember getting up in the morning, throwing on some shorts and heading outside. Out there ALL day long. I’d sometimes get miles away from home, and my mom never once got in the car and went looking for me. Most of this I remember before I even started the 1st grade.


25 posted on 06/13/2014 10:09:22 AM PDT by Gaffer
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To: Gaffer

We grew up in a safer place and better time.


26 posted on 06/13/2014 10:10:18 AM PDT by Kackikat
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To: grundle

I remember 1970. Northwestern University students blockaded Sheridan Road. The neighbor’s son was killed in Vietnam as was my teacher’s husband. Another returned and spent all his back pay on a Boss 302 which he and his friends raced up and down the street, drunk and crazy until they blew it up.

Lovely summer.


27 posted on 06/13/2014 10:10:30 AM PDT by rey
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To: Kackikat

You might be surprised that this was in Prince Georges County, Maryland.

I wouldn’t even drive through there without my 1911 now.


28 posted on 06/13/2014 10:11:50 AM PDT by Gaffer
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To: grundle
Buy four CDs. Listen to one for a week at a time, no other music. Never hit the "next track" or "random" (or stop) buttons.

Realize how much more music is available to you today.

29 posted on 06/13/2014 10:12:03 AM PDT by a fool in paradise (The new witchhunt: "Do you NOW, . . . or have you EVER , . . supported traditional marriage?")
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To: Gaffer

WOW, I guess I was fortunate to live here in childhood...creeks, rivers, mountains and no crazy enviromental nutcases keeping you from having fun.


30 posted on 06/13/2014 10:13:10 AM PDT by Kackikat
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To: EQAndyBuzz
"Oh, and there were no helmets and we survived."

Sure enough...same for riding unsecured and unbelted in the back of a station wagon.

31 posted on 06/13/2014 10:13:14 AM PDT by CatherineofAragon ((Support Christian white males---the architects of the jewel known as Western Civilization).)
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To: Blood of Tyrants

We used to bike 8-10 miles to get to the multiplex and see 4-5 movies on a Saturday. Then bike home.


32 posted on 06/13/2014 10:13:41 AM PDT by petercooper ("I was for letting people keep their health insurance, before I wasn't". --- Barack Obama)
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To: Kackikat

As you say. Different time. PGC and DC did not become what it is now until later. People there then all worked and paid taxes.


33 posted on 06/13/2014 10:15:16 AM PDT by Gaffer
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To: lowbridge

In one sleepaway camp I wrote home every day about the miserable time I was having and the abuse I took from camoers and counselors.
_____________________________________

Hello Mother Hello Father
Here I am at Camp somethingorother
Camp is very entertaining
and they say we’ll have some fun if it stops raining...

etc

Take me home oh Mother Father
Take me home I hate ?Renada?
Don’t leave me out in the forest where
I might get eaten by a bear..

Take me home I promise that I wont make noise
or mess the house with other boys
Oh please don’t make me stay
I cant bear one more day...

:)


34 posted on 06/13/2014 10:16:54 AM PDT by Tennessee Nana
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To: grundle

I’m 64 years-old. I would pay a great deal of money to prevent my kids from having a summer such as I had in the ‘70’s.

Not to say I didn’t have a good time, mind you but...


35 posted on 06/13/2014 10:17:15 AM PDT by muir_redwoods (When I first read it, " Atlas Shrugged" was fiction)
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To: Gaffer

True, and we were taught to do the same.


36 posted on 06/13/2014 10:19:01 AM PDT by Kackikat
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To: muir_redwoods

I’m the same age and have three grand daughters. One weekend all three were here and just playing video games and carping and fighting with each other.

I told each one to go to my small kitchen and get the biggest metal pot they could find. I told them to open up the drawer next to the stove and get the biggest spoon, ladle or spatula they could find.

I then told them to come sit down in the living room and have at it. 30 minutes of nonstop jamming ensued.


37 posted on 06/13/2014 10:22:25 AM PDT by Gaffer
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To: lowbridge

Wow, where was that camp? That’s horrible. Too expensive these days to send them and have them be miserable. They have to really, really want to go.


38 posted on 06/13/2014 10:22:45 AM PDT by dandiegirl
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To: patriotsoul
1. sneak around the public golf course and steal the balls you find in the weeds..

2.have pretend wars with neighborhood kids....put apples on the end of sharp sticks and fling them at each other..

3.catch lightning bugs in a canning jar...

4.drink orange soda from glass bottles..

5.need money/..scour the roads for returnable glass soda bottles..

6.go catch minnows in the crik so you can use them for bait to catch big fish at the big lake...

...some of things are more 60's....and that crik was probably pcb contaminated because it bordered a dump....but hey, we're all still here...

39 posted on 06/13/2014 10:23:02 AM PDT by cherry
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To: muir_redwoods

If you are 64 now, then you weren’t a child in the 70s. Guess the “fun” had been long gone by then.


40 posted on 06/13/2014 10:23:27 AM PDT by FamiliarFace
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To: 2ndDivisionVet
Need one of these.

Is the 1994 version of it acceptable? That's what we are taking to Saskatchewan this summer. Includes rear facing way back seats and fake wood. Also has the 350 ci LT1 engine.

Regarding the original post: Real Freepers do allow Judy Blume into the house. She's 70s, but she's evil.
41 posted on 06/13/2014 10:24:24 AM PDT by Dr. Sivana ("If youÂ’re litigating against nuns, youÂ’ve probably done something wrong."-Ted Cruz)
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To: grundle

Pretty close to on target.

In my neighborhood we’d leave the house in the morning and spend the entire day playing ball, riding bikes, or hanging out at the park with our friends. We’d make sure to head to somebody’s house by 5 though to watch Star Trek on Channel 11. We’d spoil our dinner by loading up on politically incorrect junk foods during the show. After dinner we’d head back out to play “until the street lights came on” and then watched some TV before drifting off to bed.

A few years later when girls in bathing suits started to become more....ummm...interesting, we’d spend a lot more of daylight hours at the neighborhood pool.

Within certain geographic limits we were allowed free roam of the neighborhood and could visit candy stores, ice cream shops, etc. on our own.

Good times!


42 posted on 06/13/2014 10:27:42 AM PDT by Buckeye McFrog
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To: Blood of Tyrants

“Not sure about #4.”

And, THAT, ladies and gentlemen, is the saddest true comment you will see, today...


43 posted on 06/13/2014 10:28:28 AM PDT by PubliusMM (RKBA; a matter of fact, not opinion. 01-20-2016; I pray we make it that long.)
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To: grundle

This sounds remarkably like the summers my kids had in the 90s. Not exactly the same, but very similar. Sometimes I think my only achievement in life is that I made sure that my children had actual childhoods, instead of virtual ones.


44 posted on 06/13/2014 10:29:08 AM PDT by FamiliarFace
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To: Tennessee Nana
Camp Granada
45 posted on 06/13/2014 10:29:08 AM PDT by Cboldt
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To: Dr. Sivana

LOL at GM we called those the Whale Wagon. Sweet.
Just make sure the darn Optispark distributor doesn’t shoot craps at an unanticipated time.


46 posted on 06/13/2014 10:29:19 AM PDT by nascarnation (Toxic Baraq Syndrome: hopefully infecting a Dem candidate near you)
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To: Cboldt

OK I think I did well remembering the words I did

:)


47 posted on 06/13/2014 10:32:04 AM PDT by Tennessee Nana
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To: nascarnation
This one has the horrendously expensive L-shaped distributor cap. 210,000 miles and going strong.

Speaking of whales, our car is named "wilma", after "Wilma the Whale" on the departed Capn' Crunch Vanilly Crunch cereal.


48 posted on 06/13/2014 10:34:49 AM PDT by Dr. Sivana ("If youÂ’re litigating against nuns, youÂ’ve probably done something wrong."-Ted Cruz)
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To: patriotsoul

Those were the good old days. Funny, my lungs are in good shape in spite of chasing the DDT truck up a hill inhaling the fumes for everything I was worth. Good times!


49 posted on 06/13/2014 10:36:17 AM PDT by punknpuss
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To: Dr. Sivana

2006 Ford Freestyle Limited

50 posted on 06/13/2014 10:41:40 AM PDT by 2ndDivisionVet (I will raise $2Million USD for Cruz and/or Palin's next run, what will you do?)
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