What Were You DOING This Month In 1969, If U Were Around Then? What Do You REMEMBER?

I was 3 and living overseas. I remember the house our family lived in, the toys I played with, our foreign maid, even the foreign language (yes, I still know certain words to this day)

My dad was a government contractor and working and living there, after serving in the US military.

I remember a lot even at a young age. To this day, it blows my parent's minds when I tell about what I remember (Thank god they are very old and still alive and kicking).

They can pull out a photo album from that time period with me in the picture wearing diapers, and I can tell them where it was, what was going on, who was there, the weather, what they were talking about, etc. Etc. Etc.

Funny how good a young alert mind operates like.

But don't ask me what I did yesterday.....

Last Edited by FireSteel on 08/24/2019 08:46 PM

I was in uterus 4 months fetus , born in January '70.

i was swimming in my daddy’s ball

Turned 14 in August 1969. Was playing in nightclubs and bars with my family band - child labor laws ignored. Grew up fast in the entertainment business.

Then, during the days, I was attending junior high school. I especially remember firing .22 rifles in P.E. - a requirement back then. Imagine that. It was so much fun.

Looking up at the moon and thinking 'We went to the moon? Yeah, right...' I knew back then it was faked.

Vietnam. Friends in the neighborhood were being drafted and several of never came back. I remember their parents losing their minds, wailing at their sons' deaths, not living long after that. A terrible time...Vietnam.

Volunteered to play with the band at hospitals at JBER - seeing the soldiers in agony from their wounds in Vietnam. Horrific. JBER - Joint Base Elemendorf AFB/Ft. Richardson/Army.

This was in Alaska. Far removed from the Lower 48 and 'Summers of Love' but we certainly had our share of hippies. Festivals were attended to - such as the favorite marijuana 'Matanuska Thunderfuck' gatherings. Really, that was its name (the weed).

Never smoked that shit nor drank alcohol. Other than being in a band (country music though), I was a nerd through and through. Still, I was forced into human trafficking - a long story told on GLP before. Not good. Think Jeffrey Epstein on a smaller scale.

Ah, America at its finest in 1969. But then maybe Alaska shouldn't be considered part of the USA. So isolated it is. Before the invasion of (illegal) migrants of all races and crime through the roof. Before the Alaska Pipeline was built - all 800 miles of it.

Low population back then. Whites even got along with the Alaskan Natives - for the most part.

Sometimes, I miss the early years of the 1960s - before the Beatles and all those Tav products. Before Sarah Palin - the MK Ultra beta sex kitten she is - she was 5 in 1969 BTW.

As for 2019 - meh....mostly a shitshow it is we live in. If you were born in the 1970s and beyond, you'll never know, of course, what life was about to us babyboomers. It certainly was different but I will say one thing - we had more freedom that you can possibly imagine.

I was 13 on Cayuga lake in NY. The radio was my friend.i discovered plenty of great music. I was feeling sad as we would be heading back to NJ for school in a week.

That's why you are a special type of person...angels of mercy!

That's amazing you remember so much at such a young age!

I can start recalling what I did around 6 or 7 years of age. My friends and I played on the playground during the summer ….always on the monkey bars and merry-go-round. I loved that playground!

I also remember two boys coming to my house to walk me to school in 1st, 2nd and 3rd grade. They always brought flowers. One time my mother asked where they got them. They said they picked them out of someone's garden. lol

Last Edited by nutmeg on 08/24/2019 09:16 PM

Watching men get killed in NAM

FTW

Wow...Thanks for your service. My brother was at Cam Ranh Bay. He was 18 when drafted. I had posted earlier on this thread that I was working as an RN at the Ft. Benning Army Hospital for six months in 1969. I took care of plenty of evacuees from Vietnam....mainly on the orthopedic ward. My husband was going through Officer's Candidate School.

Last Edited by nutmeg on 08/24/2019 09:21 PM

I had just landed at Tan Son Nhut AFB in Saigon about 2 weeks before the moon thing

Chillin in my dads junk

I am so surprised at how many of you on this thread were in Vietnam!

If u say so

Hanging out in Itchycoo Park

Awww....you're so very sweet! Thank you! I remember how young the boys were (the patients). I was a civilian nurse and very kind to the men. The nurse in charge was a young military nurse and meaner than hell. Not to me, but to the patients. I'd get them water if they needed it.

She'd say, "Don't do that! They can get their own pitcher of water if they have at least one leg to hop on!"

I'll never forget that. I'd feel so sorry for them! That war and draft was a horrible thing.

Last Edited by nutmeg on 08/24/2019 09:35 PM

What didja do there?

Football practice twice a day before starting freshman year of high school.

I dunno pubes started?

I do remember. I was in Acapulco. Before it turned into a cartel shit hole. Stayed at an uncle's house. One of the best summers of my life.

Especially the sacrifices made over a stupid war that the cowardly french suckered us into

Trying to decide what color to paint my house
Then is just came to me, like a flash

Came up with a new kind of cheeze

Last Edited by Buzzcheeze on 08/24/2019 09:46 PM

I was 15. I jacked off a lot. I'm still jacking off.

At school, I was smarter than all the other kids. People told me so. However, in life, it never really did me any good.

Just started caring about girls.........just turned 13

Damn. Wish I could go back in time and join you tonight!

Wow! Interesting!

Good To Hear

I was also 5 years old and starting kindergarten. Dad was in Vietnam, so watching the war on the TV news every night was absolutely terrifying (maybe THAT'S why I'm so screwed up). Mom, raising 8 kids while Dad was at war makes her my most admired woman ever.

One day, a kind neighbor lady (she was a nurse) brought my little 3 year old brother home. He had gone to the mailbox on the next street over, and was trying to mail himself to Vietnam to be with Dad (in those days, big blue US Postal Service mailboxes were on the corners of many suburban streets).

Mom used to spend hours on the phone with Grandma, and would often lapse into speaking Spanish as naturally as speaking English.

Dad came home at the end of 1969, just in time for Christmas. We didn't have much, but we had each other.