In 1961, I was 12 and was living in a logging camp on the north fork of the Clearwater river, in Idaho ,in the summer. An idyllic time for a boy. The big choice, each day,was whether I was going to fish the river or the creek. To change things up, I might climb up and pick berries or swim in the log pond. No TV, no phones. Going to town meant a 35 mile drive, over a winding , rough toad, to Pierce. The Lucky Lager truck delivered on alternate Fridays. Times were different for sure. Hard to believe that was sixty years ago. GD
Born in '58, every year before '63 is just a blur of memory. Seems to me that '63 was a sort of watershed year, both for me personally as I became somewhat aware of national events, and for the nation.
In 1961, I was 12 and was living in a logging camp on the north fork of the Clearwater river, in Idaho ,in the summer. An idyllic time for a boy. The big choice, each day,was whether I was going to fish the river or the creek. To change things up, I might climb up and pick berries or swim in the log pond. No TV, no phones. Going to town meant a 35 mile drive, over a winding , rough toad, to Pierce. The Lucky Lager truck delivered on alternate Fridays. Times were different for sure. Hard to believe that was sixty years ago. GD
As a kid, I would have loved that. Maybe even more as an old guy.