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Nineteen Forty-Seven.

1946------February, one of the first baby boomers!

May of 1957. High school was pretty cool in the middle 70's.

Born in '49 so I was "all in" for the '50s.
donsm70

Last year of the first half of the last century

I'm a 1952 Model.....

49er

When one of the musicians on the album was telling the crowd... " the New York State Freeway is closed Man!"

that is where me and a few of our buddies were... in a VW Bug with Virginia plates...

1971. Really enjoyed the 70s and 80s. I loved the WWII generation and really miss those folks. Seems like things started getting weird in the 90s.

Born in 1952, Truman was President and the Korean war was going on.

1939 for me. Hello Adirondacks!

I remember the blackouts during WWII, Learning to drive the work horses on the farm, driving my 1929 Chevy field car, creel full of brookies, hunting the Snowshoe rabbits with Dad. Fleetwing Flyer
Then the 1950's arrived and the brand new 1953 9N, shooting a whitetail doe while hunting rabbits with neighbor boys and major trouble with Dad for that! There's more.

71 as well. I still have my great uncle that was in the Pacific in WWII, but yeah, almost all those guys are gone, even from Korea. Things did change in the late 90s. I'm so glad I didn't grow up in the age of cell phones and digital cameras. I was in trouble enough as it was.

Born in '63. I remember bits and pieces of events from maybe '67 up until 1969 when I started 1st Grade and really became self-aware. Life in the '70s as a hillbilly kid was pretty cool.

1981 is the first year I can remember, as a kid.

I was born in '58. I have a vague memory of the '60 Election. My first solid memory of factual news was Alan Shepard's flight.

I was born in 1961. Many of my earliest memories revolved around Dad being gone so much. He did pipeline construction work-he was the foreman on installation teams. Many trips to the airport. Tearful ones when he left, joyous reunions when he came back. A day and age when toy guns were not frowned upon, and any bike you could cobble together let you roam the neighborhood. BB guns were okay, and there were fish to be caught in the local waterways. There was always a ball game of some sort going on in the neighborhood. You could stop at any neighbor's house, politely knock on the door and ask for a drink of water. Dinner was at 6 p.m. Be home on time or you didn't get supper.

March 1953

My uncle and I were both born in 1949, in Moscow, Idaho, and were like brothers growing up. In the 1950's my family lived in southern Idaho (Wendell), northern Idaho (Potlatch), Wyoming (Worland), and Northern British Columbia (Taylor, mile 36 of the Highway). Probably not as idyllic as we remember; for a kid, the late fifties and early sixties were pretty fine times. GD

I don’t remember much of anything from the 70’s.

1980s were my formative/school years.