Where were you ???

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I was at home in California, wishing my annoying three month old little brother had never been born. At the time I did not know to be careful what I wished for, and thirty-five years later I was very sad when he died.

sorry for the loss of your brother...

I remember long frayed jeans. the dirtier the better. would drag them on the road to distress them. now you pay big bucks to buy them that way.

also remember boones farm (all flavors i think) yuckkk

and black lights, and buying albums now c.d's. and sneaking in moms bedroom to read the valley of the dolls.

I was 16 years old living in Jackson, Mississippi - waiting for senior year so I could graduate, go off to college and leave very segregated, racist Mississippi behind forever.

In my crib.

Hey GoodToGo,
Today's slang "In my Crib" could mean you were at home!

yes lizard i was going to ask which crib she was in. lol

i was 16 also. but wanted to be 21 (wouldn't it be GROOVY to be 21 again)

but i think during those times we were more mature. we saw alot and did alot. i paved the way for my younger sisters. (mom wanted to lock them up) after the things i did

FAR OUT....MAN oh the way we talked *-)

lets see, august 15 1969 i was 6 1/2 years old. i was probably getting dirty cause i lived to be dirty when i was a kid. when i was in the third grade i was gonna grow up and be a hippie and live in a comune in oregon. that never happened, but people tell me i have the spirit of a hippie. lets see august 15 1981 i was getting married to my first husband. i left him a couple of years later. now what will be memorable for me this august 15 2009, one can only hope............

I thought of that for the briefest moment when I wrote it but figured that meaning would go unnoticed!
However in this case I guess it's double entendre since my baby crib was at home 🙂

Hey GoodToGo,
Today's slang "In my Crib" could mean you were at home!

I was 22 and pregnant with my first child. Working as an RN in the ER at St. Joseph's hosiptal in Flint, Michigan. Where in the world has the time gone!!

lindaJ, flint mich. my mom is from mich. when she was a kid they had a cabin on houghton lake, i believe the even lived in flint for a time.

😛 Pretty Lady : those were the days ! ! ! Orange sunshine & Hash, Waisted Again and Again and Again and Again.........................................................................................................................................................................!!!! Lost to many friends

Wow, I had just turned 13 a few weeks earlier. I had been trying to learn guitar, so I really wanted to go to Woodstock to see Hendrix. My folks would have let me go, and my older sister also wanted to go, but she was not quite 16. Had gone through the vaseline in the hair for Elvis when I was 8, but now had long hair... still parted on the side. I've regretted every year since, that I didn't make it. I wouldn't fall in love with Joni Mitchell for another 2 years... still in love with her. A year later I would find out that my dad was moving us from northern Virginia to AFRICA! I still have my passport from when I was 14... when my son turned 14 (4 years ago) we discovered that, minus the long hair, he looked exactly like me... he now listens to Beatles, Hendrix, Stones... and he wears flared jeans... am I too old to put on bell bottoms again???

😛 I wore bell bottoms, Tie dyed shirts, Fringed cloths, But only when I was off. Nixon tried to limit what I could listen to. Somehow I survived him and spent my time in these little coffee houses down under the stairs in the village. Went to the park and listened to Peter paul and Mary, Simon & Garfunkel. Protested the war and got waisted again !!!

i did a book report in the 8th grade on the valley of the dolls and the teacher bitched to high hell

My sister had more records than I had... she was two years older. She had one of those "portable" record players, with the swing out speakers... one on either side of the record player. I remember sitting with my head exactly in between the speakers and listening to Hendrix, Electric Ladyland... the sound would move from side to side... right through your head... it was so cool.

And, that was the year that it was decided that I should get glasses. I was so bummed... I just imagined those black rimmed fat-cat, establishment glasses. When we went shopping for glasses, I discovered those cool "granny glasses"... remember those? OK, I felt a little cooler... but I couldn't see a thing... they constantly sliding up and down my nose. Needless to say, they didn't last long... I decided to just put up with trees that looked like green blobs, and squinting at blackboards until I was 30. I think that's when I started to feel that being cool was a bit over-rated.

And, how was it that we thought frozen dinners were so good?

OMG, trw, Valley of the Dolls. I wouldn't put it down, took it to the grocery and read in line, read on the bus (got car sick), read whenever I had two minutes. Then I re-read it. I wonder,, if I read it now if I would enjoy it as much. I assume not!

😛 To everyone who were in attendance, To everyone who wanted to be there, To everyone stuck on the New York Throuway, to everyone............" HAPPY WOODSTOCK " August 15 - 16-17th 1969 When the World came together in PEACE and LOVE ! ! ! !

juanita i reread it every couple of years and it always entertains "the temperature hit 90 degress the day she arrived,new york was steaming...,.

Living near Woodstock , but only 5. Hudson Valley of the Dolls.
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you've got to climb to the top of mount everest to reach the valley of the dolls