Were you alive in the 60s or 70s?

a reply to: mysterioustranger

Tricky Dicky. Palestine hijacking airlines with Yasser Arafat

a reply to: Shoshanna

I was alive in the 50's, finished the first section of school in 70's. I was on ArpaNet in the later 70's, around 1978 and I would get on with a 150/300 baud acoustic coupler and a TTY43 through Control Data Corp lol. What a mess that was back then so many lies from media, as bad as now, we just didn't know it, because we couldn't cross check information like we can now. People were nicer, but stricter, more to the point and generally more honest as far as the average person goes. If a groomer clown jumped out back then, well, lots of people had backhoes ;-) We had the best music, the best cars, the best girls and we were coming off the best economy which was from the 50's and 60's. TV was more entertainment and less mind control.

Yes, we watched the fake moon landing. I always wondered if the cameraman was the first one on the moon lol and why did all the shots have the same cloud cover on the earth and why does NASA have the largest sound stage and movie studio in the world? Republicans today are just p&ssies and democrats are marxists/communists/fascists, but democrats were always messed up, they are the party of historically keeping slaves after all.

The 80's were good, I was working with SDI and another alphabet agency, ran the gang of 5, was on Usenet when it started and I was part of TDT. There was a downturn in the economy around 1985 so I decided to leave for Africa. I got grabbed up by the military and CI ended up fixing, errr people, yeah that's it, human asset management, specifically retirements and terminations, cleaner living through electricity and other things. I made scary things, toys for big boys, DEWs, rail guns, all military and counterintelligence, mainly R&D, but I didn't mind getting my hands "dirty" in the field. There were no anti-smoking laws, a package of 30 Benson and Hedges kings was 55 cents (R1.25) so I smoked too much, drove too much and too fast, saw the bad side of Africa too much (but it's beautiful there!), the killings, mines, necklacings, war zones, etc.

We escaped Africa while our ambassador, Adrian Brazeau, was throwing me (and family) to the jackals (actually violated our rights, but CSIS won't give me my info, they put 11 national security statutes on my personal file) and MI was biting on my heels on the way out (I knew too much). I planned our exit well, but sometimes I wonder how lucky we must have been to make it alive. There were even two bombs put on our plane in Brussels, that obviously security removed. I remember watching the guys in body armor and thinking , we're all gonna die over the Atlantic, so I got sh!t faced drunk lol. Anyway, came back to Canada in 1990 to a horrible economic mess here. I was lucky though, I worked for universities, colleges, the ORF/ORDCF, NRC, DARPA, DHS, etc., so things went up for a while. I still do my projects, but at a more personal level, just hobbies now.

Lot more latitude when I was growing up, but my parents had the best life in the best times. A time when a man could support his family on one salary, have a home, 3 kids, a car, a cottage and send those kids to university, and still retire with a couple of million in the bank.

Unfortunately, everyone gets old and all we are left with is pictures and memories...

Cheers - Dave

OMG

Big hair.

Everyone had HUGE hair.

lol

Yes I was alive through both and all decades since.

Heres what it was like:

60 years ago today, I was at a small elementary school about 2 miles from here. I was in first grade, and I had a girlfriend named Lori. We used to sneak into the bathroom together to goof around. Nothing too extreme, just curios kids. So we were in class that morning, On November 22nd, 1963, and all of a sudden, the principle who was a very tall old woman, interrupts all classes on the public address system, and announces that our President had just been shot in the head. All the little girls started crying, and all the boys looked around in disbelief and fear.

They really shouldn't have announced that at school to children like that.

a reply to: Waterglass

"Never change Dicks in the middle of a screw."-Nixon re-election slogan.

"Hi! Just flew in!".."Oh..Where'd you get hijacked to?"

Born mid sixties and i can remember the moon landings and being on my grandfathers shoulders wondering what all the fuss was about as I could reach up and touch the moon and it was on television, I thought it was only a few miles away .

I can remember Concord taking of on its test flight in black and white television and what to me seemed a long time later it taking of on its maiden passenger flight on a colour television, and there being 3 TV channels to choose from which closed down at 10.30 pm and people getting up to sulute the flag even in their own homes and in the picture houses /cinemas .

The winters were freezing with 6 foot of snow and food having to be dropped of by helicopter but the summers were scorching and the sun was yellow orange not white and the only time it rained in my 6 week school holiday was when we got a rare thunderstorm .

We all walked miles to school in all weathers and it was rare for school to cancel due to bad weather , things were brighter and people happier even though we had 2 halves of nothing .

Telephones were a luxury that few could afford and a call for 1 minute to America or Australia was a days wage for a man as we're cars when you look back at old photographs the streets are quiet .

Single glazing and no radiators just a paraffin heater , having to be at the dairy at 5.30 am to load up the electric milk float when I was 6 and working to midday Saturday delivery the milk ,cheese eggs etc and getting a whole 15 cents /10 pence for doing it and working 50 plus hour weeks when I was 12 and think nothing of driving a car to school .

Making home brew beer in a plastic kids bath and selling it to school friends .

Loved every minute of it and would do it all again in a heart beat

I lived through the 50's onward.

The 60's until the Vietnam war ramped up were full of hope and despair at the same time. Listen to the music and you'll find that until the mid-60's popular music was light and full of love songs and fun. Then the assassinations began which shook the nation to it's core. I still remember clearly hearing about Kennedy. I was too young to know the controversy and conspiracy theories. My father supported our family well on his salary alone and as a military officer.

The late 60's through early 70's were a time of turmoil and I saw the beginning of the Democrat Party attacking with hate. They spit on soldiers returning from Vietnam. I actually got into a verbal argument with Jane Fonda at college. It ended in her being escorted off stage "because she was pregnant." That began my journey to the realization that the Democrat Party used hate and accusations to institute the "change" whenever they thought the nation needed it. My father was spit on by a liberal when he came home from Vietnam where he was in a bunker with 25 guys and only 5 came out alive, and a Democrat liberal spit on him when he came home.

Also, inflation went out of control in the 70's. My parents were quite worried and my mother went back to work. It was overall a rough time. Full of division in the nation, inflation, and Nixon's resignation as the Democrats rejoiced and trashed Republicans almost as badly as they are spitting hate and trashing people who voted for Trump.

As for racism, it was greatly improving in the 1970's through 1990's. Now racism is as bad as it was in the 1960's during Jim Crow. It seems the liberals want us to see a notice a person's color before we know anything else about them. It seems they want us to always keep a person's skin color in the forefront of our mind at all times and in all circumstances. It also seems liberals want us to also know everyone's sexual preferences and how they identify themselves gender wise, and keep that also in the forefront of our mind at all times and circumstances and to know their preferred pronouns or we are evil people.

It seems the liberals and leftists of the 2020's want us all to think at all times and in all circumstances how other people are different than us and walk on eggshells around anyone even slightly different from us so we don't even accidentally hurt their feelings. I find that appalling as I only care about a persons character, how they treat others, if they are respectful and kind, NOT their sexual preferences or their skin color. Democrats seem to think that idea is racist/sexist/homophobic and all manner of evil person-hood. Sadly it was the liberals and Democrats who in the 1960's who spouted the importance of a person's character over their skin color. So yes, there was a swap in that view at least.

I was kind of young in the sixties, but still went to the local dances with my sister. In the seventies, it was great, when I turned eighteen in seventy three, the drinking age went down from twenty one to eighteen here in Michigan. Bars were packed, outdoor parties every weekend, Frisbee tournaments and lots of bands in the bars. It was so fun....I pity the young these days, they can't comprehend what they are missing.

When the cops stopped by an outdoor party full of underage kids, the kids would run into the woods. My cousin and I would go to the cop car and talk to them. We were seventeen, but knew all the cops because his fathers brother was the sheriff. The cops told us to tell the kids not to run into the woods, they would rather have them partying out there than getting in trouble in town. But if someone ran into the woods and poked an eye out, it would make a lot of paperwork for them so they wanted them to know they were not going to bother them and if they were looking for someone they would not bother anyone else.

The fire department burned down the tent of a gay guy who was trying to get young boys drunk to take advantage of them one day, the cops were there to watch the firemen doing their firefighting exercise. That was the seventies. The cops were not against people who were gay, but when they were hustling kids they wanted them out of their town.

a reply to: mysterioustranger

Just flew in? What model spaceship?

Heres one for you!

1970's Hijackings Official Site

New York-Bound Plane Hijacked
At 12:20pm local time, terrorists armed with guns and hand grenades seize TWA Flight 74, a Boeing 707 traveling from Frankfurt to New York, carrying 145 passengers and ten crew members.

Terrorists Screened
FourPalestinian terrorists are detained while boarding El Al Flight 219, a Boeing 707 departing Amsterdam for New York. Prior to its 1:20pm scheduled departure, security removes two of the group because their passport numbers are sequential. The other two militants, Leila Khaled and Patrick Arguello, board the plane.

Second Plane Hijacked
At 1:14pm local time, Palestinian terrorists seize Swissair Flight 100, a DC-8 en route from Zurich to New York, carrying 143 passengers and twelve crew members.

Mid Afternoon

Third Plane Hijacked
At 1:45 pm local time,Leila Khaled and Patrick Arguellorun towards the cockpit on El Al Flight 219, holding grenades and shouting. Pilot Uri Bar Lev puts the plane into a nose dive. In the confusion, Arguello shoots a flight steward, security guards restrain Khaled, and an air marshal mortally wounds Arguello. The hijacking has failed and the flight heads to London to land.

a reply to: Waterglass

I was in touring groups all thru the 70's...it wasn't bad....then all these hijackings everywhere. Seemed like every week for dumbass reasons "I'm hijacking the plane! I want to go to Mexico ( Algiers...wherever the hell)". It was really easy then...

And we didn't even have magnometers, carried what we want onboard and...NO security or secure gates.

Not then...off into the 80's got bad.

a reply to: mysterioustranger

80's travel was still OK. Today travel is terrible.

My wife is an executive in a billion dollar USA organization. She gets to fly on their corporate jet as she manages business units across several states. Now IMO thats cool.

I never made it that high in my career

My memories go back as far as the 70s, and they're patchy at best, most of my life is. yay me.
Long days growing up outside from dawn til dusk.
Long warm summers riding bikes, home made ramps to jump, red white and blue best bike ever with the banana seat and (Evel Knievel model !!) dirt trails in the hilly fields around the military housing, rollercoaster-like trails we wore into them, first kisses, rows of huge pickle jars on the screened in patio full of a captive spider populations fed from flies I caught by setting bait with apples from the tree in the yard, best friends and happy times, gas concerns, no seatbelts, huge cars.. patches all over my jeans. Bell bottoms.. too many sunburns..

Halcyon Days... thanks for prodding me to remember for a while friend.

a reply to: Shoshanna

Stayed in Arizona's Deserted land in 80s, while enjoyed watching my father painting Landscapes in his Miguel Camarena Art Gallery.

Nooooo!

Were you alive in the 60s or 70s?

Nam for a couple of years street busker for most of it.

A lot of change through those 2 decades. Music was everywhere and important to everyone. A child in the 60's and teen in the 70's, we had a sexual revolution with fewer people marrying young and people started their families later than previous generations. Greater freedom! More girls went to uni, gang and football violence was common, boys wore their hair long and girls wore large plastic rings, good for punching people. In the 60's and despite state educated kids not having to go to school on Saturday mornings, they were still required to wear uniform if out in the town and could be sanctioned if caught not doing so. This stupid ruling was abolished so the only kids in uniform on Saturdays were the public school boarders (private education) and they stood out even more and got more bashings as they could not identify which schools their adversaries attended.

70's and often overlooked, the emergence of the Punk movement, as much apolitical as amusical, it was DIY culture all the way. People of all ages were more likely to stand up for what they believed in, there was greater militancy in how we approached protest, politicians in particular were not spared direct insult and were made of sterner stuff than the namby pamby crowd of #e we are expected to respect now.

Across both decades, people had less stuff. The word 'hoarding' had not been invented and neither had recycling. People wrapped food waste in newspaper to prevent vermin getting into the rubbish and bin men came to your door to collect your bin. It was on the truly uncouth who did not leave a 'christmas box' for the bin men.

Nonces were punished in their own communities, usually getting a regular hiding, we all knew who they were and where they lived in fear and the police would not take any complaint by a nonce seriously.

Kids spent their pocket money on sweets and comics and teens saved up for music albums.

Businesses spent on their workers, with christmas hampers and parties common. Elastane and lycra had not been invented and girls clothing always ended up saggy at the knees. We had cigarette coupons and Green Shield stamps we could save up to buy stuff. Kids roamed wherever and shops would sell them alcohol and tobacco. There were a lot more stray dogs and every council had a dog warden and a pound.

Squatting wasn't a criminal offence and lots of young people left home to squat somewhere with their mates and have a laugh.

It was a happier time. It was more common to hear public laughter than it is now.

a reply to: Shoshanna

I tell my millennial daughter stories of growing up in those days and she says most of what went on then is either against the law or frowned upon these days.

Yes, it was a slower pace, less cars on the roads so it was easier to learn how to drive plus the cars were like protective tanks and much less government red tape.

I was introduced to walking out of school to protest injustices. The paradigm change happening then was where we should question everything and everyone as to agenda, narrative etc. and do something about it.

Were you alive in the 60s or 70s?

Sure. Born in 1962.

We had one TV set that got in 4 1/2 channels.
Saturday mornings was Bugs Bunny and Road Runner.
McDonalds was a treat that we got for special occasions.
I walked to school and walked home, even at age 6. No problems.
Entertainment was playing outdoors with the neighbors - tag, kick the can, sledding.
We were poor so we got free lunches at school and were on welfare.
None of the kids paid attention to if they were black or white etc. No one cared.
Kids at school were snotty because I was poor and didn't dress like them.
Teachers stuck to ABC and 123. No social engineering. That infection hadn't happened yet.
I was the first in my family to get a college degree - mostly via the ARMY.
You could see the stars at night ... lots less air pollution.
Lots less people too. It was less crowded and nicer.
The NASA stuff was on a TV in my classroom at school so we could watch.
Smoking was allowed on airplanes and you walked to the airplane on the tarmac.
My paternal grandmother lived in our house when she got old, we took care of her.
My maternal grandfather for a little while too.

And to answer your question - Democrats were REAL Democrats back then.
When I turned 18 I registered Democrat. Nowadays, the so-called Democrats are
unrecognizable and they'd reject JFK as being too 'republican' for their party.

originally posted by: rickymouse
I was kind of young in the sixties, but still went to the local dances with my sister. In the seventies, it was great, when I turned eighteen in seventy three, the drinking age went down from twenty one to eighteen here in Michigan. Bars were packed, outdoor parties every weekend, Frisbee tournaments and lots of bands in the bars. It was so fun....I pity the young these days, they can't comprehend what they are missing.

When the cops stopped by an outdoor party full of underage kids, the kids would run into the woods. My cousin and I would go to the cop car and talk to them. We were seventeen, but knew all the cops because his fathers brother was the sheriff. The cops told us to tell the kids not to run into the woods, they would rather have them partying out there than getting in trouble in town. But if someone ran into the woods and poked an eye out, it would make a lot of paperwork for them so they wanted them to know they were not going to bother them and if they were looking for someone they would not bother anyone else.

The fire department burned down the tent of a gay guy who was trying to get young boys drunk to take advantage of them one day, the cops were there to watch the firemen doing their firefighting exercise.

That was the seventies. The cops were not against people who were gay, but when they were hustling kids they wanted them out of their town.

I was in an inner city underage park group (not gang) but we were smart, when a cop would show up we already had a plan in place. We would all scatter in different directions and the cop was left standing there not knowing which kid to chase. He ended up taking all our beer and left.

One bar let 16 year olds in and nobody ever found out about it. Nobody snitched.

We teenagers felt free to roam around the streets alone at night, but I know for sure in my neighbourhood there was a rapist because one of my first jobs was with the city police and quite a few calls came in from that area about only young teenage girls being raped.