Happy birthday to my big brother David who turns 44 today!
Here’s a picture of us spending some quality time together in 1971 for you all to enjoy. I’m guessing my dad put those socks on me, considering they look hideous and don’t match my shirt (just kidding, Dad).
Happy birthday, bro!
I actually remember that millisecond in time at 5410 Ronald Road. Those sure were happy times.
Thanks for the tribute lil bro.
That kitchen chair in the photo and the floor to ceiling lamp sure bring back memories.
Every house in America back then must have had nearly the same furnishings.
Did you have hideous orange metal kitchen cabinets too? My parents had them and thought they really made the kitchen. 🙂
No, we didn’t have the burnt orange, although I did paint my room that color once (a rebellion thing I suppose.) I do recall seeing a lot of drab olive green in the kitchen though, which I think was worse than burnt orange. What were we thinking back then?
Grandma Roberson had burnt orange, metal kitchen cabinets. But I think the worst invention ever was aluminum tumblers. It sets my teeth on edge just thinking about them.
Can you believe Maria actually LIKES aluminum tumblers? Can you say “drink cozy?”
I forgot about aluminum tumblers. 🙂
If you had those surely you had white plastic coasters with a cork interior.
And, we can’t forget Jarts.
We had the aluminum tumblers, too – they matched the Fiesta Ware dishes. Kitchens were either that hideous avocado green, burnt orange, or harvest gold (I still have a harvest gold Mixmaster – it won’t die). And how about that awful kitchen carpet that combined all of these wonderful shades in the busiest patterns ever created?
Seventies colors were an abomination. I remember them in my nightmares! Burger King-esque floor tiles in our kitchen (brown, orange, rust multicolored, some sort of flower pattern). But our tv room was actually the worst of it. The wallpaper was big, overlapping flowers in mostly burnt orange, some other shades of orange, rust, and gray/brown outlines. The carpet (I kid you not) was black and gray stripes (about 1.5 inch wide stripes). And the couch was green (light avocado) with orange stitching. Two rust colored bark-0-lounger type chairs.
It hurts my brain to remember this.
Oh, and Happy Happy, David!
For more Seventies atrocities, I recommend this site: http://www.lileks.com/institute/interiors/index.html
Jarts! Had ’em. Loved ’em. Can’t believe they outlawed them. The nanny-state strikes again.
True story: I’m at a family get together at my uncle’s home out in Germantown Hills. Some of the younger second cousins found a dart board and some darts, but they couldn’t figure out how to hang up the dart board. So, they had one of the younger kids hold the board while they tossed darts at it. I think they managed to toss one or two because some adult noticed what was going on and rushed over to put a stop to it. We don’t grow ’em to bright in my family.