Teen Suburban Life in the 70s?

Elmwood, thank you! Periodically I think about that movie (which I saw as a kid), and have not for the life of me been able to remember enough specifics about it to find out what it was called (I had no recollection of Matt Dillon being in it)! As soon as I read your post, however, I was thinking, "Hey, maybe that’s that movie . . . " I Googled it, and it is indeed!

Yahoo! NOW what’s driving me crazy is trying to remember what song was playing in the final scene, when the kid with the black eye is riding away (to juvie?) . . .

Oh, and “Dazed and Confused” is one of my favorite movies. :wink:

I was a kid in the 70s, so I don’t know if I can help with the OP, but I can tell you that the Dallas Cowboys Cheerleaders just rocked my little world. :smiley:

Let’s see . . . Born in 1962, lived in Baltimore City for two weeks, moved to the suburbs, and graduated in Baltimore County in 1980.

I remember watching the moon landing, and the astronauts walking on the moon. I was a huge Orioles and Colts fan; my father had season tickets (for the same two seats) for many years to see the Colts. At the time, my neighborhood was 99% white and 50% Jewish; this didn’t begin to change until the mid-70s. We had junior high school and senior high school back then. My mom drove a Dodge Dart, and Dad drove a 1966 Chevy Corvair until someone smashed into it. Then he got a Toyota. Most kids that I knew went to some type of day camp, and we hung out at night playing flashlight-tag. I played in Little League. Learned to drive when I was 16. Only one friend, that I know of, smoked weed. Had my first girlfriends, and had my first heartbreak. Watched SNL from the beginning, and discovered Monty Python as well. I remember (as a kid) collecting Citgo all-star baseball coins. Went to many bar mitzvah and bas mitzvah parties. Oh yeah, there was the bicentennial as well.

I was in high school 1970 to January 1974. It was sex, drugs, and rock ‘n’ roll. Most of us would drive our parent’s cars. My folks bought a second beater for my brother and me to tool around town in. We went to concerts a lot. You could see the hottest band around for $10. It was $20 for me to see Led Zepplin (scalper’s price). We embroidered our own bellbottoms, wore Chukka boots, and listened to 8-tracks. We were anti-Vietnam war and pro-Rolling Stones. We put cheap wine in the water pipe (one of the guys had a Hookah, which was very cool, indeed) and we hitchhiked everywhere. Everywhere!

I was born in 1970, so I wasn’t in my teens until the 1980s. I can still share some memories, though.

There was only one shopping mall in my area, and it was in the next town 15 miles away. It wasn’t much of a mall, just a single-floor straight strip with stores on each side. Most of the time we went shopping in stand-alone stores such as Sears, K-Mart, and a place called Grand Central. We had no Target, ShopKo or even a Wal-Mart then. In any of these stores my Mom would let me go to the toy section by myself while she did her own shopping. If she were raising me today she says she would make me stay with her and not let me out of her sight.

Public smoking was more accepted. Most restaurants had only a small section for non-smoking. I remember seeing ashtrays inside of stores and banks, and I suppose office workers could smoke at their desks. Cigarette vending machines were common and could often be seen in restaurant and motel lobbies.

My older sister began buying Kiss records. Back then they were the hardest, heaviest-sounding rock I had ever heard. I still like Kiss, but bands like Slipknot and Mudvayne make them sound less intense than they seemed back then.

There were no red M&Ms! They had them at first, and then I think they found out the red coloring caused cancer or something and so the took them out. Imagine my shock as a kid opening a bag of M&Ms and not seeing one single red one! At first I thought it was a goof but then after two or three more bags I came to realize my favorite-colored M&M was gone for good (until they finally brought it back).

Calculators weren’t just some five-dollar device you see today on the impulse purchase rack at the checkstand. I was too young to know how much one cost then, but they were more expensive and larger, most of them just having the standard basic arithmetic operations. A scientific calculator sold for several hundred dollars (no cite, just from what I remember people talking about). One was made by Hewlett-Packard. It had red LED numbers on the readout.

We had McDonald’s then as most people have noted, but some things were different. The McDonaldland characters (Hamburglar, Grimace, Mayor McCheese, etc.) were more commonly used in advertising. Happy Meals had just made their debut (1979, I think). The toys were just cheap little doodads one could get out of a gumball machine, no movie tie-in stuff back then. Some McDonald’s had a playground, but it was outside and it didn’t have an enclosed ball pit. They had slides, merry go-rounds, etc. which were made of metal and therefore could get hot on a summer day.

Born in 1957, six months before the Space Age began. Became a conscious person around 1970.

Earliest memories are of space launches. I was a real space cadet and a science fiction fan, and I followed NASA’s exploits from before Project Mercury. In the early to mid 1970s we had the Apollo program finishing up and big robotic missions to the planets. NASA had solid plans to establish a permanent Mars base by the end of the 1980s, based on Werhner von Braun’s vision, and with Skylab under way and the shuttle in development, I had every expectation that I’d be able to visit other planets by the time I was my present age. It was a time of optimism and heroism and technological certitude and can-do spirit, with a bright future.

Having been born into the Cold War, I grew up believing that nuclear annihilation was never more than 15 minutes away. Duck-and-cover drills did not fool me, but only raised my anxiety. The question “what do you want to be when you grow up?” seems ridiculous to me – who expected to grow up? So it was also a time of nihilism with no future whatsoever. At the same time, when Nixon declared “war on cancer” I was sure that it would be cured within 10 years.

Other early memories are of assassinations and protests and race riots and war. I felt comparatively isolated from all that in my midwestern, middle-class suburban home, but never entirely save from it. I came to admire the hippies, and renounced the materialism and work ethic that had enabled my parents to provide me with such a comfortable existence. It was a time of naivete and slogans and ideals.

Watergate taught us that our government lied and the president could not be trusted. If that sounds funny today, you have to realize that prior to the Nixon administration, Americans believed that their govt worked in their best interests. It was a time of betrayal and questioning authority.

Around 1973 I discovered the joys of marijuana. Youth culture was supreme. Pot was our sacrament and rock ‘n’ roll was our hymnal. It was a time when music mattered deeply, and altered consciousness was at least as valid as Normality. The drinking age was 18 then, and a 16-year-old could usually buy beer without too much difficulty. Cigarettes were 40 cents per pack and everyone smoked. It was a time for “free love” – after birth control became available, and before the women’s movement complicated relationships and AIDS made casual sex dangerous. It was a hedonistic time.

My high school was very “liberal” in its educational philosophy, so we didn’t get much of an education. There was a student smoking lounge, and the smell of marijuana sometimes wafted from under the door. There was a lot of tolerance for sloppy and offensive clothing and behavior. Yet, there was no real danger from anyone. The War on Drugs had not yet turned schools into battlegrounds. The '60s still held some sway, and the '80s hadn’t yet come along to declare the party over. In fact, our prime recreational pasttime was loosely called “partying,” which often meant driving around on 25-cent per gallon gasoline while getting drunk and stoned.

Mostly, I remember the 1970s as a time of great music, plentiful sex and drugs, and a tense mixture of optimism and despair. If we could just keep from destroying our species and our planet, we had an amazing future ahead. It was a unique and warped period in American history, and I would not want to have come of age any earlier or later than I did.

Gasoline hit a dollar a gallon around '79 or so. The pumps did not have a third decimal place for the price, so there was this odd period when we purchased our gasoline by the liter. Boy was that strange. Some other stations had their pumps modified to properly increment the price, and they put a little sticker with a “1” to the left of the price window.

Calculators weren’t common until after the middle of the decade. (I see on preview that this was mentioned…) I distinctly remember my mom adding tall columns of figures in a spiral-bound notebook whenever she paid the bills. Around 1973 or so, she bought a basic four-function pocket calculator for something like $150.

The video arcade/pinball parlor was the place to hang out. I still can remember trying to sneak into Mickey Rat’s to play pinball, at an age when being “carded” meant being checked for ID at a pinball place: it was considered gambling, so kids under 18 couldn’t play.

Atari 2600 was definitely the best game system to have at the end of the decade. I didn’t have Pong at home; my folks decided to spend big and get the really fancy game system: a system by Fairchild whose name escapes me that had cartridges with extremely simple games.

About those B&W TVs… As has been mentioned before, most folks had one big huge color TV with ornate carving and so forth, but any additional TVs were likely to be black and white because they were much cheaper.

re “Disco sucks”: I still have a small cardboard card labeled “D.R.E.A.D.” which was issued by a Detroit rock station (WRIF): it stood for “Detroit Rockers’ Establishment for the Abolition of Disco” It has a set of rules for club members (e.g. white leisure suits and silk dresses are verboten). There’s a little image of a meat cleaver chopping a record, with the slogan: “Saturday Night Cleaver” on it. You could use the card to get discounts at local record stores.

8-track tapes. Boy those sucked. They were all we had, but the technology had some annoyances: the program was divided into four sections of the same endless loop (4 x L+R=8); the mechanism used a noisy solenoid to mechanically shift the position of the playback head. Not only did it make a loud ka-chunck sound, but it often did this in the middle of a song.

Movie theaters still had a lot of old-time cinema left in them. Towards the end of the decade, the little theaters started appearing, but until the middle of the decade, many of the huge theaters still existed. Really cool. Oh yeah, and drive ins were still around. Don’t forget how Star Wars was the absolute best. Kids went to see it over and over again. You didn’t want to be the only kid who hadn’t seen it.

I think that cigarette smoking was more common. It had not picked up the stigma it has today. The only place where smoking was really forbidden was in theatres. Folks smoked at the mall, in stores, in college classrooms (the desks had ashtrays). My folks smoked two packs a day each, so everything in our house was brown. I’m sure that we must have reeked of smoke, but I didn’t smell it. I’m sure most of the kids came from similar homes. Today, if I go to a smoking friend’s house, I can smell it in my clothes when I get home.

Corporal punishment was still around (at least in Michigan) in the early Seventies. The principal had a big paddle and used it when necessary.

It was far more common to see women wearing dresses and skirts in public. The teachers wore dresses almost every day; in general, relatively fewer women wore pants at work or in social situations (my mom being one notable exception).

Our bicycles were fairly different from those today. Most of use started with a single-speed Schwinn with a banana seat and hi-rise handlebars. The “big kids bike” was a ten-speed, like serious racers use today, with the curled-under handlebars. Mountain bikes didn’t appear until the eighties. The other cool bike came about at the end of the decade: the BMX bike. I never had one of those, so I wasn’t cool.

We got our first microwave oven in 1979, a “Magic Chef” that could cook a turkey. At the time, folks didn’t know what Microwaves were for; people thought that you would do all of your regular cooking in it, and there were lots of microwave cookbooks and gadgets to let you do just that. It wasn’t until we saw that dough didn’t brown and things looked kind of weird cooked in a microwave that we realized that it was best used for reheating stuff. My mom melted down a chicken dinner in it once. She routinely used it to dry wet newspapers until one caught fire.

I graduated 85, but I was the youngest of a family of 5 kids, so the seventies were quite formative.

Does anyone remember the smell of a TV dying? We had more than one tv go up in a plume of smoke. The first time, a repairman came to our home to replace the vacuum tube. The second time, my dad was fed up and loaded the family into the station wagon and headed for Sears.

White poly-blend tube socks with stripes at the top were the clothing choice. Jersey shirts, were the sleeves are color like red or blue, and the rest white, were big in the late seventies.

The classic Nike, pristine white with a red swoop, was a status symbol.

A few kids would get summer “heines” (buzzcuts), but long hair was the absolute norm.

Leathercraft and macrome were popular.

I had a 5 speed bike with the shifter right infront of the banana seat. I’m glad I was able to have children, considering the jewel smacks that shifter took.

minor7flat5: what part of the Detroit area are you from? I am originally from Wyandotte, and I also remember DREAD…I thought it stood for Detroit Rockers Engaged in the Abolition of Disco, but I could be wrong about that. WRIF was my favorite radio station (I was in high school 1979-1983). I can’t remember the real name of the WRIF disc jockey behind DREAD, but he played all kinds of characters on the air including “Dick the Bruiser” (I assume based on the wrestler?), “Al Foulline and George Swell” (parody of Detroit Tiger announcers and former players, Al Kaline and George Kell), and “Sid Disabled” (Red Wings announcer Sid Abel).

Born in 1965

You seem to be getting a lot of good information here, and the vast majority of it jibes with my memory… Zoogirl’s recollections especially (seems like we were teenagers roughly at the same time and same place).

A couple of movies that would be helpful…
the aforementioned Dazed and Confused
The Ice Storm
and although it’s set in the early 80’ and not the 70’s, The River’s Edge

A few other movies that everyone in my age group saw or at least wanted to see were…
The Bad News Bears
Blazing Saddles
Animal House
Clockwork Orange (I wasn’t allowed to go, and it was Restricted, but everybody talked about it)
and
The Exorcist (see comment on Clockwork Orange)

I also want to echo the comments on being screwed if you didn’t have a car. In my suburb, the last bus from downtown left at 11:00, so you couldn’t even see a late movie. Girls were lucky, because a lot of them would have older boyfriends with cars… if you were a 14 or 15 year old guy, you were most likely SOL. I remember wondering what happened to all the girls we knew over the summer, later I found out that they were all driving around with their older boyfriends (and having sex… according to Zoogirl).

As for music, disco, classic rock and metal were pretty much it… and even disco was kind of an urban thing. The extreme fragmentation of music genres that you see these days didn’t come along until the mid to late 80’s. If you want to really wallow in the musical mindset of the time… just get Hot Rocks by the Stones, Dark Side of the Moon by Floyd Zeppelin IV, Gold and Platinum by Skynyrd, and Who’s Next and listen to them over and over until you never want to hear them again… then listen to them about a hundred times more. In Vancouver, there was a small (100 - 200) person punk scene by the end of the 70’s, but they were all downtown, and you never saw the like of those people in suburbia.

My personal memory of the 70’s in suburbia was that I was bored and frustrated most of the time. I knew dick all about the outside world… but I had some inkling that I was missing something. Most of my information about the world and popular culture came from TV and the radio… if it wasn’t presented there, as far as I knew, it didn’t exist.

A couple of other tidbits… sometime in the early 70’s Evel Knievel tried to jump the Snake River, but failed. For the next year or so, everybody would take their bikes and spend all afternoon jumping over garbage cans.
In the late 70’s skateboarding made a comeback, and all the guys I knew went out and bought CAL 240’s.

Oh yeah… and I think the word “nerd” got popularized the the 70’s because of Happy Days

Glad it’s all over with now, and I would not return to my teens or suburbia again on a bet.

Some of the stations around here just set the price to half of what it actually was. For example, if the price of gasoline was $1.04/gallon they’d set the price to $0.52 on the pump and then you’d just pay double the amount shown on the display.

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I remember that girls wore dresses and skirts to school more often. I also remember that in school we couldn’t wear shorts. The ban on shorts was lifted in 1981. There were strict guidelines regulating how short the shorts could be.

We got ours in 1981. My parents still use it to this day. It has the old analog dial and a physical bell rings when the cycle is finished. They’ve never seen a need to replace it. After all, if it ain’t broke…

I wasn’t born until 1983, so I can’t comment on culture, but as far as microwaves go…

My grandmother has an Amana from the early 70’s that she still uses today. It has two dials and three buttons: Start, Stop and Light. Oh, and a Defrost switch. The lights behind the dials have burned out, but it still works just fine, and it seems as powerful as most modern microwaves. It also lasts longer; it’s been around since 1970 or so, and I’ve had microwaves purchased in the 90’s konk out on me with a dead microwave tube that would cost more to replace than just buying a new microwave. So I guess you guys are right when you say “they made them better back then!” :slight_smile:

**zoogirl **'s and sezyou’s posts confirmed what I always suspected: Everyone was having sex in the 70’s except me.

Wow, you’re right! I had to dig up my DREAD card and read for myself.

I have scanned in my DREAD card for your viewing pleasure

Dammit!

Why is the Submit button so close to the Preview button?

Anyway, here’s that link: I have scanned in my DREAD card for your viewing pleasure. (sans signature)

Anyway, Jerrybear, I grew up in Ann Arbor. Back in the 70’s, that station was the best! A standard accessory to a high school kid’s car was the obligatory black oblong WRIF bumper sticker. I don’t remember that fellow’s name either. The DREAD card is signed by the bogus names.

I was born in 1970, so I’m a little late for this, but I do remember the 70s pretty well, and the early 80s weren’t a heck of a lot different (the obvious 70s fashions had gone, but many attitudes and social issues were the same).

We used to leave home at 7:30am to go to school. There was a 3/4 mile walk through quiet wooded roads, followed by a fifteen minute bus journey which would deposit us at school rather early (it didn’t start until 9am). All this was unsupervised (aside from the bus driver), and I was going to school this way at five years of age, with my seven year old sister. That seemed normal, though these days, I have to take my five year old by the hand right into the school grounds, and wait until the teacher files them into the building, before I leave. The police came and spoke to the kids in the classroom (they’d have a turn wearing his hat etc) once year. When we were very small, the talks were about “Stranger Danger”, so the concern about perverts must have been there, but it was in its very early stages. Later, the cops spoke to us about drugs and drink driving, etc.

Living near the beach, the surf culture was absolutely huge.

When The Village People came on the scene, music commentators declared the 70s dead, and said this would be the sound of the 80s! hehe When Cliff Richard did Wired for Sound, the idea that you could listen to a casette on the move totally blew my mind.

I’m not sure whether the economy in the US was better, or whether it’s just cheaper to buy a car there, but I’m surprisedat the number of posts saying things like, “Why, some families only had one car!” I lived in a very socio-economically diverse area. Folks in mansions, and others on walfare. Yet, the one car family was the norm, with the second biggest group probably zero car families. Of a High School with 1100 students, possibly a couple of hundred of which would have been old enough to drive, about five or six brought cars to school.

We were usually a little behind the US in fashion, but equal or ahead in adoption of new technology (I think this is still the case). We’d seen car phones in the movies (though my granddad called my mum from some sort of radio phone in a car for her 21st birthday in 1956!), but mobiles as we know them were some time off. Yuppies started appearing with clunky shoulder-slung handsets in the early 80s. Push button phones appeared in the late 70s. We were late to get colour TV, because the Australian Govt decided to wait to decide which format to use. We got PAL colour in 1974. Visiting relatives from Canada commented on how clear Aussie TV was. Our family had B&W up until the early 80s. TV news readers would glance down at notes. They had autocues then, but didn’t seem to use them much. Weathermen on TV would manually pull sliding maps across the set. I remember the test pattern (even in the daytime sometimes). Often there’d be a clock with a second hand sweeping up to the hour, just before a programme started. Stations would go off the air around midnight, and they’d play the national anthem. FM radio was around in the 70s, but for some reason only seemed to play classical music. Rock was on AM. VCRs and microwaves were prohibitively expensive. Computers were around, but they were “too hard”. Wealthy friends had Pong and other plug-in units.

Drink driving was common. When the police introduced random breath testing in 1983, 6% of drivers they pulled over on a Friday or Saturday night would be over the legal limit. Now, that figure is around 1%. The death toll on the roads was horrific. People were drunk, the cars were powerful and had no safety mechanisms apart from seat belts, there were fewer freeways and more winding two lane blacktop.

Our education system also went through the experimental phase, and everything was group hug happy clap hands all winners no losers, which resulted in my education having vast holes in it which I nad to remedy by myself later. For example, I was not taught the multiplication tables. Grammar tuition was marginal at best. Instead of the old system of children being placed in different classes, depending on ability (2A, 2B, 2C for year 2, etc), they introduced “parallel classes” (oh yes, and one “special” class for the dummies (no stigma in that!).
Malls have been around in Australia since the early 60s, but there were fewer of them. Those that were there tended to be much smaller than today’s malls (maybe 50 stores in them) in the centre of towns, with all the other shops. The huge freestanding malls got more of a foothold in the 80s, and were responsible for turning many shopping strips I rememver as being lively in the 70s, into little more than ghost towns. Our town had a main street only, and the beach. That’s where we spent out time. It was a quiet place with fishing boats, and a few tourists here and there. Now it’s tourist hell, very busy, over-developed, snooty, and expensive.

We had McDonalds, but that was eight miles away, and it was the only one for fifty miles in either direction. It had a theme like they used to tend to have. This one was bicycles. Macca’s don’t seem to do that anymore. The food was just as awful then as now.

In short, lots of time riding bicycles (very cool dragsters hehe), a bit of TV, school, cricket, and generally being outside most of the time.

One other thing, which is quite funny looking back…

These days, a the host of a TV show in Sydney might say, “Joining us now from New york is…”

Way back when, it’d be, “And now, as we promised in our promos that we,d have a guest LIVE VIA SATELLITE, is our guest LIVE VIA SATELLITE appearing LIVE VIA SATELLITE from New York LIVE VIA SATELLITE…”

“Good Evening!”

“No, it’s mor…”

“I’m sor…”

“No, go ahe…”

Go ahead"

“Pardon?”
And then the connection would probably drop out anyway. :smiley:

We had block parties - we knew our neighbors.

Even elementary school kids would play miles from their homes without adult supervision.

TV did not seem to blow every little detail way out of sight.

WRIF also had oblong stickers for specific bands that they would hand out at concerts and such. I think I have ones for the Rolling Stones (complete with the famous lips and tongue logo), David Bowie, and the Who.

So, you grew up in good old Ann Arbor town? I am a lifelong Michigan Wolverine fan, and one of my more painful 70s memories is of the annual Bowl game defeats (usually Rose Bowl) that Coach Bo’s teams suffered during that decade. They were capable of beating just about anyone in the regular season, but always came up just a few points short on New Year’s Day.

Born in '61, in Portland OR. Graduated HS in Houston in '79. My experiences were more urban than suburban; but urban in Houston was different. The family had 1 car, but there was always someone in the group that had an old junker; and one of my major criteria for a BF at the time was nice (like a TransAm) transportation.

My friends and I loved disco and soul until Michael Jackson (and then Prince) really hit it. We though the rockers were totally pretentious and listened because they couldn’t dance. We wore long skin-tight jeans (I mean we had to be in a horizontal position just to slide them on), serious 4-in fuckme stilletos, and little black velvet jackets. Weed was everywhere. Everybody drank. We hitched rides with strangers because it never occurred to us that we could get hurt. Even after Wayne Henley was caught and they starting digging up bodies in the storage shed. And I knew everything.

I felt there were serious opportunities for me, because I was a bright black female. To be liberal was good. The Watergate scandal influenced my attitude toward politics and politician forever. I thought Republician were bad and Democrats were good. I remember sneering at Ford’s “WIN” buttons and thinking what crooks he and Nixon were and the deal they had to have cut so Ford could be president.

I remember realizing I wasn’t going to get slide rule because my daddy got me one of those freakish expense TI calculators. I remember shows like All in the Family, Charlie’s Angels, Starsky & Hutch. I liked Smokey and the Bandit and Blazing Saddles.

I don’t remember seeing Vietname on TV. I don’t thing we were allowed to watch, and no one I knew went.

I can’t add a lot–many of these experiences were mine also. But maybe I can contribute something.

As others have mentioned, you could smoke everywhere. And I do mean everywhere–at my first summer job in an office in 1979, most of the regular employees smoked at their desks, all day, every day. You could do it in stores, restaurants, malls, sports arenas (though perhaps not in the seating areas), stadiums…you name it, smoking was permitted. Heck, I smoked in the cinema during my first viewing of Star Wars–smoking was permitted in the last ten rows.

And it was almost expected: even if you were at a non-smoking friend’s house, it wasn’t unusual for smokers to be offered ashtrays.

Yes, Pong and Space Invaders were in the arcades. But the real arcade game to play was pinball. Most of us who played pinball scoffed at the (now primitive, then quite advanced) video games. An extra ship or extended playing time for hitting a certain score? Why bother with that kind of game, when a skilled pinball player could rack up the free games, then sell them off? If you could drop in a quarter and rack up five or six games on the meter, you could sell them for at least fifty cents. May not sound like much now, but you could buy a lot with it then.

We all lived for top-40 AM radio–in my world, FM hadn’t really found its niche yet; and besides, most of us only had AM radios. So we listened to the local top-40 station (1050 CHUM, in Toronto), which played every kind of music you can imagine, as long as it charted. Hard rock, soft pop, disco, country crossovers (anybody remember Glenn Campbell’s “Rhinestone Cowboy” charting?); one station played them all.

Some of my friends had cars, and most of them were beaters–one friend had a '69 Chevy Malibu, another had a '68 Ford Maverick, and yet another had a mid-60’s Pontiac of some sort. We’d all help keep them together if we could; professional repairs were expensive, and it was a way to tell our friends, “thanks for the many lifts.” Otherwise, it was a bicycle or walking or public transport, and if we needed to call someone when we were out and about, we used a pay phone. You always made sure you had a dime or two for those.