Summer 50 years ago... 1973 what were you doing ?

I had finished my 1st yr at ,Vermont College a 2yr college in Montpelier, VT. At the time it was affliated with Norwich Univ, a military school I worked during the summer at a local drug store as a stock clerk, how to stock/rotate the inventory,checking for any expired items
By end of August, went back to VT for my last yr in college
Its funny, every time I go into Walgreens,ck to see if there are any expired items, force of habit LOL!
 
Most all of my friends at least tried smoking or smoked and definitely were drinking during high school.
Our drinking in high school was highly regulated by finances.....or lack of finances, actually. Nobody had the money to buy much booze so we were limited to the amount we could siphon off from our parents' supplies without getting caught. I can remember when there was a six-pack of beer at a party for 18 kids and everybody just got a swig. Didn't stop us from bragging about how drunk we got on Saturday night, though.

My parents drank practically nothing, so the only thing I could have supplied was the half-bottle of nasty old Manischewitz wine under the sink left over from two Christmases ago. Nobody was desperate enough to drink that.
 
Our drinking in high school was highly regulated by finances.....or lack of finances, actually. Nobody had the money to buy much booze so we were limited to the amount we could siphon off from our parents' supplies without getting caught. I can remember when there was a six-pack of beer at a party for 18 kids and everybody just got a swig. Didn't stop us from bragging about how drunk we got on Saturday night, though.

My parents drank practically nothing, so the only thing I could have supplied was the half-bottle of nasty old Manischewitz wine under the sink left over from two Christmases ago. Nobody was desperate enough to drink that.
when I was between 14 and 17 I had a boyfriend whose father invited all his son's male friends around on a friday night to play cards..for a little bit of money. The father provided the beers.. as you can imagine there was always a full house..
 
Our drinking in high school was highly regulated by finances.....or lack of finances, actually. Nobody had the money to buy much booze so we were limited to the amount we could siphon off from our parents' supplies without getting caught. I can remember when there was a six-pack of beer at a party for 18 kids and everybody just got a swig. Didn't stop us from bragging about how drunk we got on Saturday night, though.

My parents drank practically nothing, so the only thing I could have supplied was the half-bottle of nasty old Manischewitz wine under the sink left over from two Christmases ago. Nobody was desperate enough to drink that.
Most of the alcohol that was consumed during the high school years was from parties that were taken from the parents stash of the person who was having the party. It didn't take much for us to get drunk either. The stuff we were able to purchase whenever that was possible was the cheapest stuff imaginable. We really didn't care much if it gave us a buzz.
 
I was a sophomore, rising junior, in high school and bopping around the beaches of Ipswich, Newburyport, and Rockport.
Working at the Triangle Restaurant which was built as a triangle between two streets
We had a friend who taught art in Rockport. He had a little house on the beach. Beautiful spot.
 
In May of 1973 I was 22 (about to turn 23 in June), was a stay at home mom with a 3 month old and a 5 year old. Spent a lot of time with my friends who were also young moms. Didn`t drink or do any of the other stuff that was popular at the time,but I did smoke cigarettes back then. Think I was a little bored back then-in fact my bestie from back then (and still my bestie today) and I used to talk about nothing ever happening.We laugh about that now because her life got absolutely crazy(husband became a drug addict,had a stroke and major brain surgery at age 26,they divorced,she remarried,this husband turned out to be a drug addict and committed suicide). I just added a couple more kids and,with my husband,took over his parents business. All of that kept me from being bored for 34 years until we retired. Now I sometimes get a little bored again lol.
 
Summer of 73 was a strange time for me at 20yrs
I'd just graduated from the JC with an Associate Degree Applied Science
And from the trade school with a degree in Drafting & Design Technology
... and I'd broken up with my girlfriend of 2yrs. The first "real" one I had.
There were no jobs locally for me to break into with my education.

SOooo ... I spent the summer skiing on the river most every single day, partying with good friends several times a week.
While looking to use my education (which I eventually would do) I drove a concrete mix truck for a local sand & gravel co.
Contractors got to where they asked the ready-mix concrete company to "Send the college boy" :ROFLMAO:

Looking back, summer of '73 feels like a poignant introspective spent in a most carefree laid back way ... perhaps for the last time.
 
..ok Tell that to the Scottish, English, Welsh and Northern Irish...:ROFLMAO:...did you just invent the English language back in the 18th century ?
The first time I heard a Cockney accent (It was at JFK Airport in NYC), I couldn't understand a single word, except for bloke. A man was with his small son. He spoke to me, so I just smiled and nodded. I was too embarrassed to tell him that I couldn't understand him. I went to London 3 times in the 80's, so I heard it quite often. When I heard the accent on British television, it was much more clearer to me. Now after watching British television shows for over 50 years, I don't think I notice the accent anymore.
 
The first time I heard a Cockney accent (It was at JFK Airport in NYC), I couldn't understand a single word, except for bloke. A man was with his small son. He spoke to me, so I just smiled and nodded. I was too embarrassed to tell him that I couldn't understand him. I went to London 3 times in the 80's, so I heard it quite often. When I heard the accent on British television, it was much more clearer to me. Now after watching British television shows for over 50 years, I don't think I notice the accent anymore.
the Cockney accent is specific to only one small area of London... those born within the sound of the Bells of St Mary Le Bow church in East London no-one else is deemed to be Cockney... my ex husband was a cockney.....most Cockneys have moved out of London now...to counties surrounding the city like Essex, Hertfordshire, Berkshire etc .. the cokney accent is dying ...London is now very much the city of Babel...
 
I was in the U.S. Navy on the aircraft carrier USS Hancock, CVA 19, Westpac 7th Feet. At Vietnam helping with providing support for the military personnel who were stationed in Vietnam. I was a jet engine mechanic for the Navy aircraft that were on the Fighting Hanna. The Hancock the Kitty Hawk and the Ticonderoga aircraft carriers provided support in Vietnam at that time. Two aircraft carriers would cruise up and down the coast of Vietnam and the other carrier was in port at the Philippine's to resupply and for repairs. Generally, it was one to two weeks in port at the Philippine's base then four to six weeks in Vietnam.
 
During summer of 1973... from May to September.. what were you doing ?
I had been back from Vietnam for a year, was doing some serious effort to get my head back together. Started college on the GI bill, worked part-time in an automotive garage doing brake jobs and tuneups and helping install smog equipment and checks. I met my 1st future ex-wife, she brought her '67 Mustang in to get air shocks on the rear, so she could jack it up and look cool. Eventually the '67 Mustang became mine, after we got married. It rode like a truck and steered a bit squirrelly...but it really looked hot. ;)
 


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