I miss the '80s

[Heleadethme]

2 hours ago, HisFirst said:

Yes, I miss the '80s

Oh the BIG hairdos!  No curls, so I never could get that look.....not without professional help and a whole can of hairspray!

[Justin Adams]

6 minutes ago, Heleadethme said:

food rationing

My uncles old farmhouse was littered with junk. One day I found some old ration cards in the dust. My grandfather used to walk ten miles across the hill-country to work every day when he lived there. My old uncle had an old A-35 with about 4k on the clock. It was at least 15 years old. No brakes and no licence. Very narrow roads. He would take it to Hay every market day. What a trip!!

Edited February 4, 2018 by Justin Adams

[Heleadethme]

2 hours ago, shiloh357 said:

I miss so much of the social "culture"  in my neck of the woods that we enjoyed in the 80s, which were my teen years, as well.

We hung out at the mall food court, and the mall arcade called, "Aladdin's Castle."   Movies were $3. 50.  We had a great time just walking around the mall and making fun of some of the trendy clothing they were selling.

After hanging out at the mall, or seeing a movie we would go to "Andy's Frozen Custard"  which is kind of like a ice cream shop, but it didn't have inside seating.   You walked up to the window and got your order and then everyone would go back to their cars and sit on the hood of their cars and eat their frozen custard and we all just hung out there in the parking lot.  No one caused any trouble there, that I can remember.  It was just fun. Andy's was just a great place to hang out.

 The mall has changed and does not really lend itself to being a teen hangout anymore.  I went to the food court the other day and everyone was on their phones and not much socializing going on.  People used to talk to each other face to face, and now everything is done on the phones.

And when people DO finally get together, they ignore each other while they text on their phones!

Shopping malls have a whole new vibe now........way more upscale and trendy, instead of just "normal".  I try to avoid them as much as I can, don't much care for the atmosphere.

[Heleadethme]

7 minutes ago, Justin Adams said:

My uncles old farmhouse was littered with junk. One day I found some old ration cards in the dust. My grandfather used to walk ten miles across the hill-country to work every day when he lived there. My old uncle had an old A-35 with about 4k on the clock. It was at least 15 years old. No brakes and no licence. Very narrow roads. He would take it to Hay every market day. What a trip!!

wow....people came a lot tougher back then.....over here nowadays we just know how to whine more, lol.  Well, God knows something needs to change, and I'm afraid He is going to bring it.  The trouble with blessing a people is always the flesh......."peace and prosperity" always spoils people eventually no matter how we slice it, it happened to the ancient Israelites and it has happened in Christendom.  So no wonder the Lord allows tribulations in this life.

[Heleadethme]

10 hours ago, frienduff thaylorde said:

Sister you praise the Lord.     you loved sister .    I worry for so many that are so tied into technology.  this whole deal will backfire in time

when the very tech they love and are beholden too , will become the very enslaver of the world .    I do not like where i see this all heading.

When my boy was younger , OH yeah it was his twelfth birthday and he had a friend with him.

As usual i took my boy on walks , bicycle rides and things like that .  HIS friend who was twelve also

made a comment that floored me .     Noah was being silly and they were asking each other what they would do if they had a million dollars.

Now noah knows my speech about the love of money .  but anyway,   he asked that kid .    And this floored me.

HE said he would buy noahs dad, cause he actually does things with us and don't just sit on a computer like his dad.

I had no idea that made such an impact.    But that is sad.  because sadly some parents do that .  they just sit and let the kids do whatever

as they are hugged on their computer.      The kids actually do desire and can tell when affection is genuine .    I know i never had much money

and personally don't care .     Gadgets and all that stuff is a distraction.  but to hear a kid of this generation say that ,   was suprising .

THEY do KNOW .  As much as i told noah when he was growing up about the LORD and yes i was grave at times.

We always did cheap things together , like walks, throwing the ball, things like that .  Due to i did not ever once let him on no computer , nor video games.

He got all that from other family .    I pray it sinks in to noah.   i do.   

Amen brother.....children sure do need that back and forth relationship with their Papa, and to know he cares.  Well the devil comes to rob and destroy, it's what he does for a living......and we trust the Lord knows what He is doing when He allows it.......and sent Jesus to destroy the works of the devil.  One day soon He is going to destroy all evil, a new heavens and new earth is something to look forward to.

[Heleadethme]

5 hours ago, Neighbor said:

Hmm, the fifties; Greater Boston area; gang fights, national guard called out, fixed bayonets, curfew at sunset. No intermixing of faiths or even denominations of Christianity, nor of the human races, nor of nationalities, censorship of books news and tv and radio, riots, suppression of civil rights, even lynchings, police rousts, polio epidemics, rampant TB, measles, quarantines, duck and cover drills, Kruschev.

Simplier? Better? Was extremely difficult for me.

Why even the brick school house was a fire bomb waiting to burn, with it's wood floors  and stairwells cleaned each day  by  the janitor using a solution of kerosine and wax mixed into  sawdust. In shop classes we played with lead type in print shop then went into metal shop and smelted aluminum, as the exposed asbestos wrapped steam heat pipes gurgled overhead.

Well, we WERE having a good time, until you blew up our rose-coloured glassses! 

[Heleadethme]

15 hours ago, frienduff thaylorde said:

BUT I TELL YA,  their is nothing like dancing and praising the LORD .    

\o/  \o/  \o/    Just watch though, some will say you have a demon, but never mind them.

[OneLight]

5 hours ago, Neighbor said:

Hmm, the fifties; Greater Boston area; gang fights, national guard called out, fixed bayonets, curfew at sunset. No intermixing of faiths or even denominations of Christianity, nor of the human races, nor of nationalities, censorship of books news and tv and radio, riots, suppression of civil rights, even lynchings, police rousts, polio epidemics, rampant TB, measles, quarantines, duck and cover drills, Kruschev.

Simplier? Better? Was extremely difficult for me.

Why even the brick school house was a fire bomb waiting to burn, with it's wood floors  and stairwells cleaned each day  by  the janitor using a solution of kerosine and wax mixed into  sawdust. In shop classes we played with lead type in print shop then went into metal shop and smelted aluminum, as the exposed asbestos wrapped steam heat pipes gurgled overhead.

Glad I grew up in NH!  Not that far North, but a world of difference.

[vlad]

On 2/3/2018 at 3:14 PM, HisFirst said:

I went to the movies tonight and the movie was set in the '80s which were my teen years. Everything from the fashion (bad I know  ) to the music in the movie made me really miss that decade . I got kinda melancholy!

Should we as Christians long for times past?

In my opinion that could be any period in the past. Many people believe that things are getting worse generally as we are nearing the day of judgement. In these circumstances the past and all that goes with it psychologically looks brighter. 

 

[Sower]

5 hours ago, Neighbor said:

Hmm, the fifties; Greater Boston area; gang fights, national guard called out, fixed bayonets, curfew at sunset. No intermixing of faiths or even denominations of Christianity, nor of the human races, nor of nationalities, censorship of books news and tv and radio, riots, suppression of civil rights, even lynchings, police rousts, polio epidemics, rampant TB, measles, quarantines, duck and cover drills, Kruschev.

Simplier? Better? Was extremely difficult for me.

Why even the brick school house was a fire bomb waiting to burn, with it's wood floors  and stairwells cleaned each day  by  the janitor using a solution of kerosine and wax mixed into  sawdust. In shop classes we played with lead type in print shop then went into metal shop and smelted aluminum, as the exposed asbestos wrapped steam heat pipes gurgled overhead.

It's all a matter of perspective, Neighbor. I'm sorry for your experiences. But I remember the glass half full. As a military family, we were fully aware of post war  world tension. But I was a kid, and I choose to remember my childhood blessings. The fifties to me, were the innocent years. The safe years.I still had trust. I felt secure.  People were still enjoying the relief of the victory of WWII. Back then, everybody seemed to pull together, everybody participated, no draft dodgers. I seem to remember a sense of well being.  My dad being military, we had to relocate to his assignments, so I was born at Fort Monroe Virginia in the forties, the only non native Texan in my whole entire family. (Shame...) We moved back to Texas, then years later, had to take a ship to the Philippine Islands in fifty six, Clark AFB. The greatest place to be a kid, living off base under Huck mountain, officially called Mount Pinatubo, which later erupted, being the second largest volcanic eruption of last century. Living off base near Angeles city, my front yard was a sugar cane field, full of unexploded ordinance,  and past that, the jungle. Two years of running through a boys paradise, catching wild parrots, monkeys, living with the natives. The pigmies, called Nigritoes,  would come down from the mountain and sell us their bows and arrows and poison dart blow guns so we could get wild animals from the jungle. Traveled through Luzon island to the Baguio mountains, on tiny one way only dirt/mud roads around the sides of tall mountains, mom screaming, all us kids laughing and excited. Met the most gracious loving people in the world, who had little to nothing, but were the most hospitable humble, giving, so grateful to all  Americans who died to free then from Japanese occupation. Everybody back then did things. Everybody played little league baseball, neighborhood ball games, building and flying kites, flying model airplanes, building soap box derby cars, and a bazillion other things, always involved in activity. Out doors.  Always chased out of the house with the words "You kids go outside and play"    Back in the states, on another military base, we continued having a blast, though now when we got in trouble, the military police would haul us home to our dad, so he could execute summary discipline. Going to school off base, I went to a four room, eight grades, country school, where several came to school on horses. At lunch, we often shot our twenty twos  for target practice. It was different. The norm.
Living off base later, folks bought two old houses, salvaged the lumber and hardwood floors, and built us a NEW HOME,  and NOT military quarters any more. (Thank you Lord) A three bedroom one bath, living room kitchen and dining, with a den and formal living room. A whooping thirteen hundred square feet, for only nine of us. () My parents had their room, my sister had her room, and us half dozen boys had ours. (WE never got away from those tough military bunk beds..) Tiny rooms, but we didn't know it.  I raised rabbits, parakeets, and racing pigeons. The beatniks started wearing shades (like Yowms), finger snapping, Elvis, Russian sputnik, duck tail, flat top  hair cuts.  We had a hundred and fifty acres out of town, my folks bought through the Texas veterans bill, and we had some cattle, enough to pay taxes. (The land I live on today) By today's standards, we were poor people. But, so was everybody else. And what was so cool, we didn't know it. We were having too much fun to care, even if we did. Good memories, great memories. I'm glad I decided to post a reply to this. I feel better, inside, remembering. God has blessed me greatly!