On the latest Frogger episode the Retroist mentions in his opening that he and his friends started a breakdancing crew the same as my friends and I and probably most of the 80’s kids. This got me thinking back to those days of parachute pants, wide laces in shell toed Adidas, windbreakers and not to forget a boom box and cardboard (or a sheet of linoleum like my friend Eric had). I would look through magazines in the grocery store line to see the latest moves or in a How to breakdance book with the New York City Breakers I picked up at school book fair. Then there were movies like Breakin’ (1984) with Turbo who was amazing himself but the movie that I just couldn’t stop watching was Beat Street (1984). I think that Breakin’ was more kid and family friendly but there is no denying that the battle at the Roxy between Beat Street and the Bronx Rockers was the most amazing breakdancing scene in a movie as well as the song playing, Breaker’s Revenge by Arthur Baker.
I dare you to watch this video and I guarantee when nobody’s looking you’ll be busting some moves. Just be careful with those head spins.
(Set my Grandmother had)
As a kid my family would drive a few blocks away each Saturday to visit with my grandparents and have dinner. My grandmother was a great cook and would always prepare a large spread of food. After a long meal my grandmother would wash up the dishes (wearing her yellow rubber gloves) and when finished my brother & I knew it was time for fun. Well before the fun she would heat up a hot fudge jar in a pan of boiling water, scoop out some vanilla ice cream and make us a great bowl. Now with ice cream in front of us my grandmother would open the “game drawer” and bring out Cootie. She had the original game and the box was worn but most of the pieces were still there. The only missing pieces were a couple of the antennas which she had replaced with some shortened Q tips. The game would include a die which when rolled the number showing would relate to a particular body part labeled with the same number. The antenna, legs, eyes and heads each had a specific color but the bodies were all different. I can remember to this day how I would get upset if I wasn’t the first to roll a one which would then let me have choice of body color, I know, childhood drama. In the end it really didn’t matter who picked what color or who built their cootie first but the fun, memories and family time we had with each other would last through the years.
A few years later on Christmas morning I unwrapped a gift from Santa to find that I would have my own (newer) Cootie game. The game is still at my mother’s house and when my kids visit or have a sleep over it is one of the games they always play. I have a good feeling that Santa just might leave a newer version under our tree this year, just a feeling.
(set I got from Santa)
Thinking back to when I was a young kid I realized that I was jealous of a lot of the toys that my older brother had. Whether it was his slot car race track or his train table I would hover over his shoulder begging him for a turn. Well that all changed, for a few days at least when I got a Lite Brite for my birthday. I was mesmerized by the illumination of those little translucent colored pegs, and though the black paper had little white dots to instruct where to place those pegs for certain pre-made images I always felt like I made a masterpiece.
One day after school my mother called my brother and I into the back room where my Lite Brite was set up. When we walked through the door my brother & I noticed that there was another Lite Brite next to mine.She had seen how much I enjoyed mine and how my brother would beg me for a turn and so she got him one. The Lite Brite he got was used, I think a 70’s model with a bag full of mixed pegs and a huge stack of black peg paper.The funny thing was that I used mine for years after that day but my brother got tired of his after only 2 or 3 days. And that was the only time I knew of my brother being envious of something I had.
The other day as I looked at the charging dock full of iPods and tablets on the shelf I thought back to when I was a kid and the Atari 2600 was the only technical device we had. We didn’t have DVD players in the car or even close to 20 different kid channels to surf on the TV.
So I thought of the simple things my brother and I would do to entertain ourselves when we couldn’t play Atari because my parents were on the only TV in the house. The one thing we could laugh with for some time was Silly Putty. I can remember the squeaky sound it would make as I would twist it, or the way it would bounce off the walls and floor when rolled into a ball. I think the most fun though was just the putty and a black & white print newspaper. When the putty was flattened out you could press it onto the paper and the ink would then pull up from the newspaper revealing a mirrored image on the putty.
Silly putty is still available in original and the glow in the dark so why not spend the $3 and see if your kids will enjoy it the way we did, my guess , probably not.
I’m sure glad I have the Retroist blog for an outlet. For the past 5 or so years I’ve mentioned to people if they remembered the HBO show Not Necessarily the News and especially the segment on Sniglets, the words that aren’t in the dictionary but should be.
Most people who I mention the show to can remember it being on, but no one so far has remembered the Sniglets. Do you remember Rich Hall’s Sniglets and did your parents ever send one in?
With the summer approaching it has me thinking of all the wonderful treats that remind me of those long days. In the summer all the neighborhood kids would gather up what little change we could and we would ride our bikes to the family owned corner store. It was a time when penny candy meant 1 penny, not like today when it really means 5 or 10 cents. So I would come home with a sack of Pal gum, liquorice, a roll of candy dots on paper and of course some swedish fish.
They also sold the small packets of Kool-Aid, the ones where you had to add sugar. Well, for an 8-year-old kid I thought that all Kool-Aid was made the same. I was sadly mistaken and to this day I will never forget that awful sour taste that was supposed to be cherry Kool-Aid. The other thing that I loved about Kool-Aid as well as the added sugar was the commercials. You never knew what that pitcher of Kool-Aid was going to be doing. The funny thing is, like all kid commercials nobody thought twice about talking with a pitcher of ice-cold Kool-Aid.
Check out this cool compilation of Kool-Aid commercials from the 1950’-90’s Even the Monkees show up to get in on the fun.
Have You Seen These People? Better Yet, Would You Admit To It?
This couple was something I had forgotten about years ago until just the other day when I was in the checkout line . Among all the tabloid magazines and last-minute impulse purchases was a magazine with this picture on the cover.
Nothing spells daytime TV like General Hospital and the Flintstones for me during the school year as a kid. I am not an expert or even a novice when it comes to knowledge of daytime soaps or as my grandmother would say “her programs” but I do notice Luke & Laura.
When I would have a half day at school or on the days when I was sick my grandmother would come over to watch me while my mother and father were at work. At lunch my Gram would make me a PB&J sandwich (crust cut off) and apple slices sprinkled lightly with salt. I would watch the Flintstones eating this gourmet lunch only to be followed by her program. General Hospital was just one of her favorites but I can remember how big of a thing Luke & Laura were.
Now Luke & Laura I believe are just a memory of General Hospital and my grandmother has since passed, but I would surely love to spend another afternoon eating salted apple slices while watching General Hospital with my Gram