Showing posts with label 1970s. Show all posts
Showing posts with label 1970s. Show all posts

Saturday, May 23, 2009

3096 Cedar Street, Apt. Unit #1


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My sister Aimee wearing "bunny boots", with Ranger













"Kids! You'll damage your eyes! But let me take some photos first."














A room with....a view....














Ranger (bestest dog ever!)














My mom and the mysterious "wall key"













My sister Aimee (in red) at the airstrip on the northern side of the Army base.













This used to be my playground.

Susan McKellar: "Penga Tar!"


We (Aldens & McKellars) were on a camping trip. If there were other people along with us - which is likely - I can't recall who they were. I'm not even sure where we were, but I'm certain that we were camping.

It was in the morning, and Doug, Susan and I were sitting in the McKellar's "Prowler" camper. I remember thinking the Prowler was a bit nicer and roomier than our camper, the "Taurus".

Doug and I were comparing sleeping quarters. I remember we were fascinated by the way you could sit around a small dining table inside the camper, enjoying a snack, and presto! The dining table would fold down and collapse, transforming into a plank bed onto which you'd throw some cushions and maybe a Coleman sleeping bag. It was like something out of a James Bond movie.

That's when Susan began to annoy Doug.

"Penga Tar!" Susan shrieked.

Nobody said a word.

I mean, I heard Susan, but I didn't really know what she meant. The folding table continued to hold my interest.

"Penga Tar! Penga Tar!"

To put it delicately, Susan was exuberant.

Doug sighed, but he said nothing. He pretended not to notice.

Susan acknowledged Doug's eye-rolling indifference and kicked things up a notch in accordance with sibling bylaws.

"Penga Tar! Peng Tar!"

Doug snapped. "Susan, ENOUGH ALREADY!!"

Doug made a brushing motion towards his sister, as if to shoo away a pesky mosquito.

Susan paid him no mind. In fact, I think the shooing motion merely encouraged her.

"Penga Tar! Penga Tarrrrr!"

Doug lost it.

"AAARRGH!"

In a fit of hilarious insanity, Doug started chasing Susan around the inside of the Prowler. Susan screamed and ran for the door and they both ended up outside.

I couldn't make heads or tails out of any of this. So I stepped outside to see if I could figure out what the heck was going on.

"Um, what's she saying, Doug?"

"She's saying playing guitar, playing guitar... and it drives me nuts!"

Susan did a little dance in her pajamas while gesturing with her hands, strumming on invisible strings.

"Penga Tar....Penga Tar..."

I thought it was adorable.

Douglas was positively volcanic.

Youth Hockey Days: Hawks


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Not a bad team here. Randy Parsons was the captain, and the assistant captain was named John (I think). The goalie, Nelson Cornish, was incredible. My Dad thought Nelson was the best goalie in the Fairbanks area. Half of this team formed the nucleus of an Alaskan All-Star team for our division, and we went on to play at the Alaska-Canada Tournament in Anchorage where we did quite well when we played against the other Alaskan teams.

Then we played Whitehorse, Canada in our final match, and those kids from the Yukon Territories really took us to school! It wasn't a blowout; I think the final score was 3-1 against us, but we returned to Fairbanks with the realization that there's a bigger world out there.

PS - if my hair was any longer in this photo, I'd look a little like Garth from "Wayne's World". I'm wearing #8 in these photos because I couldn't wear my beloved #11 due to a "management problem". (Ordering the wrong jerseys!)

PS - The cutoff temperature for these outdoor games was -35 degrees. Which means if the temperature was -32 degrees, you're still playing. The little kids got to play on the warmer indoor ice most of the time. As you got older, your butt was sent outside!
















3 Things That Were Cool (To Me)


















Colonel Steve Austin....a man barely alive.....we can rebuild him.....we have the technology...! And when Bigfoot made an appearance on the Six Million Dollar Man, well...I thought that was WAY cool. (See "Four Things That Gave Me Nightmares")














My dog Ranger













My first pocket knife, pictured here and which I still have. It was given to me on my 9th birthday, and one of the kids (can't remember his name) at the party slipped the knife into his pocket and went home with it! My mom had to call each of the parents to figure out who the culprit was, and the knife was returned.

Googly Eyed Yarnball Things


This is a random memory but I remember making these googly eyed yarnball things at the McKellar household during the holidays one year. Mrs. McKellar (Nora) showed us how to put these together. The McKellars had a Siamese cat - Coco - that loved to bat these things around.

Greg sent me an email recently and he mentioned my mom's "memorable" spaghetti dinners.
"It's funny", Greg wrote, "the things that really stick with you over the years." (Hey wait a minute....what exactly did he mean by that?)

Greg's right. I told him that I recalled the gumbo dinners at the McKellars in the winter, which is probably not such an odd thing to remember, I suppose, since gumbo was pretty exotic for us Aldens at the time. The McKellars hail from Louisiana and the gumbo (like my mom's spaghetti) was incredible. There are several reasons why a visit to Louisiana is up there on my Bucket List, and good food is one of them.

I also remember the huge stack of Richie Rich comic books Doug and I had amassed, and pressing silly putty into the comic books, lifting the putty, and reading a carbon copy of the comic that way.

And wasn't there something about a baby alligator the McKellars bought as a gag gift for Lee Payne because (in part) he was a dentist? Or did I dream this up after eating too much gumbo?

Extra: Why I Remember These 6 Songs Of The Era



1) Fly Like An Eagle - Steve Miller Band
This is one of those songs which I associate with a specific time and place. Some songs are like that, aren't they?  I was at the McKellar's for a sleepover one summer weekend and Greg had this record on vinyl.  This song was played nonstop!  The needle would be reset and the song would be repeated.  Whenever this pops up on my iPod or the radio, I'm taken back to that sleepover immediately. How specific is my memory? Greg was wearing a purple football t-shirt and it was a sunny weekend.Time keeps on slipping...slipping...slipping...

2) Get Up And Boogie - The Silver Convention
One of the adults (can't remember who - but it wasn't either of my parents) had The Silver Convention on 8-track tape in their camper.  "Get Up And Boogie" was a popular but repetitive disco tune, and I remember being intrigued by the cover art on the 8-track cassette which featured naked women spilling out of a slot machine.

3) The Theme From S.W.A.T. - Rhythm Heritage
I vaguely recall the TV series but I remember the theme song well. I think of driving around Ft. Wainwright with my Dad (usually going to hockey practice) whenever I hear this song.  I think it was on one of those 8-track sampler collections by K-Tel.

4) Afternoon Delight - Starland Vocal Band
You didn't have to be going through puberty to sense that this song was somehow "naughty".  I don't know how the actual lyrics go, but it was something like "rubbing sticks and stones together makes the sparks ignite and the thought of rubbing you has got me so excited!"  It was enough to make some of us giggle. The band that came out with this song had a short-lived TV variety show that summer, which totally sucked. But I watched it anyway.

5) The Hustle - Van McCoy
As if the radio didn't overplay it, "The Hustle" could be heard in our living room for about a week or two because my Dad actually bought the freakin' record. One merciful afternoon, my Dad said "Well, I guess that's about enough of that." I don't think anybody complained; in my mind there was a round of applause. It was a record destined for our yard sale bin, along with "The Best of Helen Reddy" and "The Best of Tony Orlando & Dawn". Come to think of it I kind of want to buy those records.

6) Shake, Shake, Shake (Shake Your Booty) - KC & The Sunshine Band
My Mom and I got into a disagreement as to the meaning of this song. I watched KC sing it on TV and I chuckled at the lyrics. My Mom wanted to know what was so funny, and I explained to her that it was a song about getting out on the dance floor and shaking your butt. Pretty self-explanatory, right? Mom would have nothing of it. "No, Michael - I heard that song on the radio the other day and I'm pretty sure that's not what they mean by 'shake your booty'." I asked her what she thought the song meant. She said, "It's about shaking your wallet or something. You know, flashing your cash."
Huh?!
I remember turning to her and saying "it's not 'booty' as in 'pirate', Mom."

Extra: Wacky Packies

Remember Wacky Packages?  I'm not even sure they could make something like this today.

We loved these as kids in the late 1970s and hoped we'd find them in our trick-or-treat bags on Halloween.  At least I did. Wacky Packies would appear on walls, doors, refrigerators and skateboards. Almost everyone at school had at least some of them.

I didn't use my Wacky Packies as stickers very often, and I kept a bunch of them in a shoebox over the years. I've scanned and posted some of them here.

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Extra: Alaskan TV (Mid to Late 1970s)















Television in Fairbanks, Alaska during the mid 1970s.
Sigh. Those weren't the days.


This concept might be a bit difficult for some people to fully grasp today, but as a kid growing up in the interior of Alaska, I only had three television channels at my disposal - and two of the major networks shared one of those channels.

KTVF (Channel 11) handled CBS broadcasts. KUAC (Channel 9) was (and still is) the PBS station, beaming out of the University of Alaska campus. (PBS enjoyed healthy ratings in Alaska; I am told that at one point Alaskans watched more public television than any other state in the union when taken on a per capita basis). And KATN (Channel 2) was the oddball "hybrid" channel that offered programming from both NBC and ABC. And you never really knew when KATN would pull the rug out from underneath you by switching networks. Sometimes they changed things up right in the middle of the program you were watching. We never had a TV guide in the house; it would have been pointless.

Like most of my schoolmates, I lived for Friday nights. After Scope News at 11:00pm there was Theater 11, a time slot KTVF often used to show old monster movies. I loved Theater 11, and I can still remember the cheesy elevator music they used for the theme. It was an orchestral rendition of "To Dream The Impossible Dream" from Man of La Mancha.

We watched an unhealthy amount of television back then. It might be the reason I don't watch a whole lot of television as an adult. But television was something of a lifeline during those long, dark Alaskan winters. I also enjoyed reading as a child. There were many times during that period of my life when I really needed a place to escape, and books allowed me to shut out the rest of the world. I would disappear into my own imagination. I still remember many of the books I read as a child, but (with some notable exceptions) I can't recall most of the television I watched back then.
















My sister Aimee and I taking in a good ol' fashioned retina sizzlin'

It wasn't all bad, but it is also true that we were a captive audience. Faced with eight months of perpetual darkness and subzero temperatures which emphasized indoor activity, there wasn't a lot for a kid to do. But there were moments when TV truly brought my friends and I together. A freaky movie or a startling plot twist in a popular series always set our tongues awag on the playground the next day during recess. We shared this bond because nearly everyone saw the same show the night before. We didn't have many choices or distractions.















They don't call it the 'Land of the Midnight Sun' for nothing

Summer in Alaska meant no sleep for most of us kids because the sun never really went down. It was the polar opposite of winter. We were up all night, bouncing off the walls. When we ventured outside (often without parental knowledge, let alone approval) we liked to play the occasional game of "dodge the curfew" which was almost always exciting. Kids weren't supposed to be out on the streets of Ft. Wainwright past a certain hour. Is that MP car slowing down? Did the cop see us? Run!

Perhaps because he could not sleep himself, the manager of Channel 11 announced one summer that all-night broadcasting would commence for the months of June and July. Compeau's Marine (the local boat dealer) signed on as the prime sponsor. We were really excited about this as kids.

Forget about Theater 11 or Midnight Madness...this new idea meant that during our so-called sleepovers we could watch old movies like "The Blob" and old TV shows like "The Twilight Zone" until 5am! While we had fun at night, we were often cranky, red-eyed kids during the day. Our parents must have hated the manager of Channel 11.



















I remember one 4am movie we liked in particular - The Losers - about a misfit motorcycle gang which faced one of two choices: either go to prison or go over to Vietnam to fight as a special unit using tricked-out motorcycles. The gang chose Vietnam (well of course!) and their bikes were outfitted with machine guns and rocket launchers. Cool, man! Tragically, not all of those dirtbag motorcycle gang members made it home...*sniff*

















Another odd thing I remember about Alaskan TV in those days is that many TV programs were shown a good two weeks after the original broadcast as seen by households in the "Lower 48". I'll give you an example.

About every other summer or so, my family and I would fly down to Gunnison, Colorado to visit my grandparents. I was amazed to discover that my Nana and Gramps were watching television programs that I'd never even heard of. Thanks to satellite/tape delay (I never really figured out the technical reasons) these programs would not be televised in Alaska for another 14 to 21 days.

It was sort of like catching a glimpse of the future; you knew what was going to happen (at least in the realm of television) long before any of your friends back in Alaska did. "Heed my words. I predict that there shall be a made-for-TV Star Wars movie coming on NBC...at the end of the month!" I once said to my astonished friends during recess. It was oddly empowering.
















My grandmother and I liked to watch a game show called Tic-Tac-Dough. The show's host was Wink Martindale(!) I can't remember what I did to cross her one day (I know that she didn't like to lose at Chinese checkers) but the punishment from my grandmother was pretty harsh. She laid down the law: "Michael, you will not watch Tic-Tac-Dough tonight and you will turn in early!"

Catch you later, Wink.

I pretended to be hurt as I shambled off to bed, performing the most theatrical mope I could muster. But Grandma couldn't see that I had a little smirk on my face. For I had some inside information. I knew that I could catch that forbidden episode of Tic-Tac-Dough in another week or two after I had returned home. I congratulated myself for being so clever as I turned off the bedside lamp. Grandma can send me to bed early, but she can't get the best of me!

And then I heard my grandmother's voice boom from the living room downstairs. "And I'll tell your parents not to let you watch it in Alaska either!"