February 10, 2008...6:50 am

Would You Go Back If You Could?

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All this thinking about the extra time I seemed to have as a kid (as well as some of the great comments I got on my Time/Space/Flow post) got me thinking about whether I’d actually want to go back to any particular time in my youth. 

Answer?  Not so much.  Sure, I’d gladly cherry pick certain times to relive and enjoy – but there are many ages, trends, stretches of time, and events I just plain wouldn’t want to live through again for anything. 

Here’s a toddle down memory lane for folks of a Certain Age – would you want to relive this stuff?

  • Elephant pants.  Remember those gigantaur bell bottoms?  Extra points if they (1) were made of a groovy love/peace/flower print; (2) were also “hiphuggers”; or (3) were held up by a wide belt with a humongous metal buckle that could have doubled as a mace. 
  • Watching the Viet Nam War every evening before dinner.
  • Streaking.  So vulgar!
  • The Watergate Hearings.  Remember the summer of 1973??  I was 9.  No Flintstones?  Thanks a lot, Tricky!  If you missed that summer, you can follow the link to watch it all again!  Who knew?
  • Leisure suits.  Oh, my God, please no one light a match!!   My dad had a forest green one, with a coordinating shirt that had a wild green and white print.  How could someone who wore those sharp suits in the 40s and 50s resort to such a thing?  Don’t you think men should have revolted?  (Well, they were revolting, but not in the way I mean…)
  • Bad eyeglasses.  At ten, my first pair of specs were octagonal wire rims – oohh, nice.  Then I had aviator-shaped glasses with bad photogray lenses in junior high (and I wondered why I was a pariah).  Later, I had the large, round tortoiseshell frames that covered half my face.   All so pretty!  Contact lenses finally saved me from myself.  I never had the ones with the stems that came out the bottoms of the frames, but my mom did – and they were bright red!
  • The Bump
  • Poodle perms.  Remember when you used a plastic hair pick instead of a comb?  AAAAHHHHHH!!!!!
  • Weird Al Yancovic.  Seriously.
  • Men’s suits, only with skirts, on women.  Remember those awful little foulard bow ties that were either pink, blue, or yellow – to match the only three colors of blouses you could find?  Better yet, how about
  • Late 80s women’s business attire.   Padded shoulders, huge geometric shapes, big patent leather belts, and odd color combinations (like the bumble bee look of bright yellow and black).  Eeewww!  (It looked really good with my perm, though!)
  • Herve Villachaiz yelling “da plane, boss, da plane!”

And then there’s the thought of living sans cell phone, DVR, hair wax, microwave, sunscreen, cilantro, internet (much less wireless internet), e-mail, seat warmers, bike helmets, i-pods, microbrews, retinol, and all of the other modern medical miracles that bring us to this day where 40 is the new 30.   

What do you remember?

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  • sadly, I am older than you–so I think of Lesley Gore and the Kingston Trio. And Jello Whip N’ Chill dessert.

  • Haha! This is great. So.True. This isn’t even so far back. I’ve spent a good deal of time talking to some people who wax eloquent about “simpler times” — and they’re even talking like pre-WWII. They know not what they’re saying. Simpler? Ha. Life was HARD, especially for women.

  • No, I wouldn’t go back except to capture precious moments with those that are gone now.

    My mom made me a pair of denim elephant pants. Yes hip huggers but no belt. I remember streaking–mainly on television events. It isn’t gone though. A friend’s daughter is attending Rice in Houston and streaking happens regularly.

    I experienced both the perm (I still have my first pick) and the business attire. And I have a memory of my dad in a medium blue leisure suit.

    I still miss Carol Burnett’s show and the Muppets (especially Beaker).

  • Oh mercy… I was 19 in ‘73, a very young mother with my firstborn and oh what a time it was… as I commented on Norma’s post this morning, I remember the days pre-8 track tapes, yargh.

    Like Angie, I wouldn’t go back except to be with loved ones again, and oh yeah, there were those times I was so very tired, with three children and still very young myself, snapping at them but then… snapping isn’t all that horrible and I DID know better than to attack their ‘beings’…as in character but…. you know?

    You write great posts, Nora.

  • I had one of those perms and still have my pick.

    Remember when a stereo was a huge piece of furniture? I used to do my homework on a massive stereo cabinet thing that had a lift up top with an 8 track and everything. What was that?

    I miss the Muppets and those Saturday nights of watching Love Boat and Fantasy Island. I remember the lines to buy gas and watching the hostages getting off the plane from Iran.

    Like the others, there are times I would like to relive, but, as a whole, no, going back would not be good. Being a teen once was hard enough.

    Great post, sweetie. ♥

  • Wow. Weird. I didn’t read this until now, but yesterday this precise topic was on my mind all morning. I kept thinking that it would be so nice to go back and re-live certain moments of my life, knowing what I know now, so that I could get more out of those experiences and simply enjoy them (without having to worry “what if?”). My friend and I then had a gigantic argument about this over coffee, with him stating, “What’s the point in sitting here now thinking about what it would be like to go back? You’re wasting the now by doing that.” And in a way, he’s got a point. Because by Sunday night, I just wished I had Sunday morning back all over again. It’s a weird thing, getting older and running into that brick wall of realization that The Future isn’t so much this wide-open space of unknown, but rather that The Future as you pictured it when you were a kid is really Now. Well, how did I get here?!

    …this is not my beautiful house/ this is not my beautiful wife.

  • I didn’t have time to sit down and write when I read this, but I laughed and smiled. You and I are the same age. (I was 9 in the summer of ‘73, though I turned 10 later that year, and I actually didn’t see Watergate and Vietnam on TV because my father was an army doctor, posted overseas, and somehow we didn’t get all that on base! We came back in ‘74.) And I only permed my hair once or twice, too expensive & hard to comb with long hair. And, in a different career, needed fewer shoulder-padded suits (just a couple interview suits, one of which my Preteen borrowed last year when she played a 1940s crooked lawyer in a school play). I still have one of those foulard ties in my drawer o’scarves (packrat here). And you and I had the same eyeglasses, I think we all did early on. Not a lot of choices back then, either!

    But Weird Al isn’t Memory Lane! He just keeps on going, like the Energizer bunny!
    :-)
    Just sayin’….

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