Eric A., Portland, Oregon writes: 1962 and ’63 STILL stand out as 2 years of incredible events: 1962 had the results of the Bay of Pigs come out; and the closest yet that the then U.S.S.R. and U.S.A. came to WW III due to the Cuban Missile Crisis; and the early flights of the Mercury Program. 1963 to me will always be remembered for that warm fall day in Dallas, Texas, when we lost Camelot, by JFK’s being assassinated (on my 10th birthday). Who knows what would have happened...
From Anonymous, New York City Christmas was enormously important in our family when I was growing up in the 1950s. And fraught with all kinds of anxieties, grasping, and conflicts. It was a strange mixture of Italian-American traditions, plus some sort of parody of a Victorian/Dickensian tableau, dosed with a gaudy display of all-American conspicuous consumption. Throw in a huge dollop of antique Roman Catholicism – pre-Vatican II Catholicism – replete with Latin (of which I memorized plenty), hymns from the 16th century, incense and bright red vestments, and...
Born in 1950, Frank C. grew up in the New York Metropolitan area. The World Series is just not the same anymore. I can hear my kids muttering, “there he goes, the old fart going on about ‘back in my day.’ ” But no, I’m talking specifically about The World Series. The difference is that today The Series is primarily played at night. You can conveniently enjoy the games in the comfort of your home or get together with friends at a local sports bar. The games don’t intrude...
From Gerard B., who grew up outside of New York City and has lived in almost every part of the United States as an adult: The other day I received an invitation to play in the Westchester County Caddie Scholarship annual outing being held at Siwanoy Country Club in Eastchester, New York, (where I caddied and haven’t played since 1969). Caddying was a real Boomer tradition that has gone by the wayside. Every kid in the neighborhood couldn’t wait to be a caddie. I have such fond memories of...
© Boomersrememberwhen.com, Boomers Remember When, Inc. Clif S. grew up in various Texas towns and cities. He lived most of his adult life in New York City until he returned to the Lone Star State to help his aging father run his cattle ranch in Fredericksburg. Today things are getting to the point where it is about time to “run my freak flag up the mast” again. I vividly remember this photo and year. Walking back to my college apartment, there was a vacant square block of...