Treating uncertainty as a primary interior designer requires a specific kind of mastery. Navigating the world without a GPS for the soul is the ultimate high-stakes art form. These years were the foundation of a spine that knows how to dance with the unknown. (The internal 'Adulting' software just hit a beautiful glitch.) 🏛️✨
"Navigating the world without a GPS for the soul is the ultimate high-stakes art form. These years were the foundation of a spine that knows how to dance with the unknown."
I think this is the coolest comment I've ever seen. Thank you 🙏🏻
I'm still dancing, feeling my through as if it were 1953 (for real 🏠)
I'm a few years older--born in the fifties, childhood of the sixties--but you ladies nailed it. I don't usually allow myself to wallow in nostalgia. It hurts too good. But this was a pure treat. I even listened to all the music you posted. Thank you so much.
This is so charming! I remember penny candy and my Bobby Sherman posters and betting my friend Murph that the Monkees would make it bigger than the Beatles! Our summer vacations were Deep Creek Lake, playing gin rummy with our grandmother and shuffleboard with my brothers. You two are SO adorable. That purple fringe is the cat's meow. And you've got the hippest camping mum anywhere, Deborah!
I remember Hee Haw and jump rope and roller skating and drive-ins. But Cori, you throw in 'after my mom died' and move on. Oooof! You're all still kids, yes? Have you written about her? I want to know more. And when you're visiting your dad's brother's wife, is his brother still around?
ha ha! Thank you so much Tereza for indulging us! Don't know how I missed your comment! I do apologize. We could have been besties back then. And I still laugh about our camping outfits. Do wish I had that deep purple fringed vest! I'd give it to my youngest granddaughter, "Violet." (because, of course, she believes purple is her :) ox
Scrounging the ditches for beer bottles (a penny apiece) pop bottles (3 cents) or the coveted quart pop bottles for a whopping 6 cents. Turn them in at the corner grocery store and buy a nickel candy bar, or even a ten-center after a big scrounging day. Rip the wrappers off and eat them with our filthy little ditch dirty fingers.
I loved rereading this! The memories, the music, the pictures! It was this post that inspired me and Kristin to write our penpal letters. I miss writing those!
Treating uncertainty as a primary interior designer requires a specific kind of mastery. Navigating the world without a GPS for the soul is the ultimate high-stakes art form. These years were the foundation of a spine that knows how to dance with the unknown. (The internal 'Adulting' software just hit a beautiful glitch.) 🏛️✨
"Navigating the world without a GPS for the soul is the ultimate high-stakes art form. These years were the foundation of a spine that knows how to dance with the unknown."
I think this is the coolest comment I've ever seen. Thank you 🙏🏻
I'm still dancing, feeling my through as if it were 1953 (for real 🏠)
1953 spine, 2026 dance. Still moving. That's all that matters. Thank you for this. 💎
I should have said my 1953 home (a mid-century reno 🏠 ) which brings all the feels to my mid sixties self 🥰🥰 ox
Mid-century house, mid-sixties self. Both with good bones. 🏠💎
Yes indeed 🙌🏻
I remember this one! Such great memories... <3
Thank you so much Stone! It was a lot of fun to write! ox
Thank you both for the nostalgic trip back in time. I was a child in the 70s and 80s your articles brought back so many memories.
My family had the station a ago too and we piled the neighborhood hood in the back. I feel fortunate to grow up during part of that time
Thank you so much Jane! 🥰 Those days are treasures for sure 🙏🏻
You're welcome, Deb!
I'm a few years older--born in the fifties, childhood of the sixties--but you ladies nailed it. I don't usually allow myself to wallow in nostalgia. It hurts too good. But this was a pure treat. I even listened to all the music you posted. Thank you so much.
Thank you Dave! Wallowing is fun at times ☺️ Reminds us that life felt a lot more authentic back then. ox
This was such a delightful read. Thank you both for sharing! 💕
Thank you Kristen for taking the time to read it! Good days those were 🥰 ox
This is so charming! I remember penny candy and my Bobby Sherman posters and betting my friend Murph that the Monkees would make it bigger than the Beatles! Our summer vacations were Deep Creek Lake, playing gin rummy with our grandmother and shuffleboard with my brothers. You two are SO adorable. That purple fringe is the cat's meow. And you've got the hippest camping mum anywhere, Deborah!
I remember Hee Haw and jump rope and roller skating and drive-ins. But Cori, you throw in 'after my mom died' and move on. Oooof! You're all still kids, yes? Have you written about her? I want to know more. And when you're visiting your dad's brother's wife, is his brother still around?
ha ha! Thank you so much Tereza for indulging us! Don't know how I missed your comment! I do apologize. We could have been besties back then. And I still laugh about our camping outfits. Do wish I had that deep purple fringed vest! I'd give it to my youngest granddaughter, "Violet." (because, of course, she believes purple is her :) ox
Scrounging the ditches for beer bottles (a penny apiece) pop bottles (3 cents) or the coveted quart pop bottles for a whopping 6 cents. Turn them in at the corner grocery store and buy a nickel candy bar, or even a ten-center after a big scrounging day. Rip the wrappers off and eat them with our filthy little ditch dirty fingers.
Those were the days! We appreciated everything! Thank you for reading Charles :)
I loved rereading this! The memories, the music, the pictures! It was this post that inspired me and Kristin to write our penpal letters. I miss writing those!
The good old days 🙌🏻 And so cool it inspired those awesome penpal letters!
I really miss them! Have a great weekend Trudi 😘
Thank you 🙏🏻
You too!