This is how I remember the '70s

The 70s were when I was finally liberated. I went away to college and got my first real taste of freedom. It was sheer bliss!
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Those were the days!
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I remember the 70's they were just before 80's ?
The 70's were when I gained freedom from the norm of being a PK. I stopped going to church, attended nightclubs and witnessed a ton of fantastic concerts.
Started smoking dope before cigarettes, experimented with hallucinogenics and lost my mind before my mid-twenties.
I remember the 70's as the best time of my life.
 
I was in high school in the mid 70s.
The last 2 years I drove a '68 GTO and had my first real girlfriend.
The summer after graduation, I moved about 90 miles from home and built grain bins and metal buildings.
That was maybe the best summer of my life. The music was great, the cars were cool, the girls were pretty and free spirited.
I met people like I'd never known and made some lifelong friends.
Summer of '77, always in my dreams.
 
I spent the1970's half in Philadelphia, struggling to live as the Jehovah's Witnesses demanded, while they were shunning me, and half in Miami Florida, where I witnessed [no pun intended] their1975 end-of-world prophecy fail.
 
Mr. Ed said:
I remember the 70's they were just before 80's ?
The 70's were when I gained freedom from the norm of being a PK. I stopped going to church, attended nightclubs and witnessed a ton of fantastic concerts.
Started smoking dope before cigarettes, experimented with hallucinogenics and lost my mind before my mid-twenties.
I remember the 70's as the best time of my life.
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What's a PK?
 
I can remember some personal triumphs but also an awful lot of hard economic times. I never understood how those a few years older had the money for their booze, drugs, parties, travel, concerts, throwaway fashion, and on and on.

Now I know about Generation Jones - Wikipedia and how those "Leading-Edge Boomers" before us who managed to escape the draft had it made for life.
 
What I remember of the 70's was my first real taste of the 'Cold War'.

1970 graduated and heading to Guam and Da Nang.
Back to tech school, then more jobs in SAC.
1974 sent to alaska in support of phased array radar to gather intel on Russia.
Assigned to SAC headquarters Offutt, A.F.B. to the end of the 70's.

During that decade, worked on my music and tried to avoid the people who thought what I
did was a waste of time and money.
I could see why they thought that, I just wished they didn't single me out to voice their beliefs.
 
I was active-duty army for the last half of the 70s -- decided to make it a career, though with some changes. First marriage in 1978 -- a veritable disaster. My first tour in Germany, and I did not want to come back to the States -- but I did, very briefly, before going back (different assignment).

The front half, I was just a high school band geek. I remember some pot-smoking, but that stopped after HS. But I do remember puking my guts out after an encounter with Boone's Farm Strawberry Hill wine, and that was even before I turned 18, which was legal at that time to drink. The bad part was I puked all over the side of Jeff's truck. He was not amused.
 
I finished high school in 72 and was married in 73. Other than having two daughters from it, it was a big mistake.
I worked hard at the time and too many hours. I was an auto mechanic and helped work my In Laws' farm. Probably didn't help the marriage.
Marriage lasted 10 years and I was devastated at first but managed to get by. I met my second wife in 85. Life was good. She was a very nice woman. She developed MS which progressed very quickly. Sometimes things just aren't meant to be.
 
I was getting started as a young professional in the 70’s, a time when there were no personal computers, secretaries used typewriters, we all had rotary phones on our desks, and people smoked at them! I narrated my reports on a Dictaphone. The working environment was incredibly good, and had the atmosphere of an extended family! We were all supported and appreciated. Sadly, that would all change dramatically in the decades ahead when outsiders exerted control, and management seemed to want to prove itself by persecuting employees…
 
We had moved from Norfolk, VA to Providence RI in 1969. In Norfolk (Navy town) there was constant talk of Vietnam and two friends lost their sons during the three years we were there. Providence seemed like a different world. We were a young family and busy with day to day life.
Sorry you had such a hard time. I wish it had been better for you.
 

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