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climbski2
Mountain climber
Anchorage AK
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May 27, 2011 - 10:00pm PT
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Agreed I want the Nose FA.....
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Ed Hartouni
Trad climber
Livermore, CA
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May 28, 2011 - 12:42am PT
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actually remember the 50s... but I was young... (though older than Tami)...
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Peter Haan
Trad climber
San Francisco, CA
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May 28, 2011 - 12:57am PT
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It's all totally familiar to me, Joej. Plus I have every song on that video in iTunes still. Thanks!!
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Ghost
climber
A long way from where I started
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May 28, 2011 - 01:30am PT
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I was there. It was okay, but man, my parents had bad taste in furniture...
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Jan
Mountain climber
Okinawa, Japan
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May 28, 2011 - 09:58am PT
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I think the best part of the '50's was that children and their parents still felt it safe for them to play and be adventurous. In the summer time we left the house at 8 am with a packed lunch and we didn't come home until the porch light went on at 8 or 9 pm.
We hiked all over the mountains unsupervised, explored caves and old mines, and floated down the Roaring Fork River on innertubes, hitch hiking with people we knew, to get back to our starting point. Nobody ever worried about child molesters or that we would kill ourselves. It was just considered a normal Colorado childhood.
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MisterE
Social climber
Cinderella Story, Outa Nowhere
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May 28, 2011 - 11:20am PT
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That was cool, Guido. I was born in '62 - but some of that material definitely spilled over in to the 60's pretty strongly, because much of it sounds familiar.
I especially loved the RED Skelton show when I was a wee MisterE.
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PhilG
Trad climber
The Circuit, Tonasket WA
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May 28, 2011 - 01:16pm PT
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Groovy, man! (I guess I mean totally awesome, dude).
It seems like such a distant time, now. As far away as Medieval Europe.
I agree with Jan: what I miss most is that sense of safety one felt.
One never thought it was remotely dangerous to hitch-hike to get to the hills.
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BooDawg
Social climber
Butterfly Town
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May 28, 2011 - 05:52pm PT
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My older sister was a member of a record club and loved listening those 50's tunes, so I grew up with them and really like the innocence of that time, including the safe times that we felt like we could lead, despite "Drop-Drills" and the accompanying threats of atomic attack. I saw kids yesterday playing in the dead-end street in an up-scale enighborhood that I've lived on, and despite its apparent safety, there is always a parent present watching the kids in a way that we never had, nor felt that we needed.
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rockermike
Trad climber
Berkeley
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May 28, 2011 - 08:03pm PT
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I was a little young to actually remember much of the 50s - born in 54. And my parents refused to buy a TV and listened to classical music which meant I missed a lot. lol
But I do remember the 57 Nash Metropolitan car. ha My high school buddy bought one (an old beater by then)in '72 or so and one winter we drove it from Portland to Quinault Lake up in the Olympic Mountains - with a canoe on top. The boat was longer than the car but we did a solid 40 MPH the whole way. Later almost drowned when a storm hit and we found ourselves sideways to 3 plus foot white-capping waves, way out in the middle of the lake. ha
My real memories start more about the time the Beatles hit the Ed Sullivan show. My whole family went to my neighbors house to watch. That summer I convinced by dad to let me grow a "Beatles'" hair cut. Things have gone down hill ever since.
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Guck
Trad climber
Santa Barbara, CA
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May 28, 2011 - 09:45pm PT
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Back then, my heroes were Walter Bonatti, Gaston Rebufat, and the explorer Paul Emile Victor. There was not a single bolt on any route in the world, and climbing was more of a communion with the mountains than a muscular extension of gymnastics. Anapurna was the first 8000 meter summit conquered with wool clothing, leather shoes and a lot of gusto. I just cannot imagine what the climbers of that time could have done with the "modern" equipment! I still long for the time when people took responsibility for their actions, and did not sue the equipment manufacturers for their failure to make the summit, for the time when family and friends always came first, and for the time when life was not a constant quest to be better that everyone else.
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Reilly
Mountain climber
The Other Monrovia- CA
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May 28, 2011 - 09:47pm PT
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Getting honed for the great ranges in Chicago - mid-fifties
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Ghost
climber
A long way from where I started
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May 28, 2011 - 09:47pm PT
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Damn, looks like a stand-in for The Beaver.
Yup. Everybody said that. But that's okay. I was Canadian, and what is more Canadian than beaver?
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WBraun
climber
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May 29, 2011 - 01:45am PT
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The 60's was the revolution awakening for all the bullshit we've been fed ....
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PhilG
Trad climber
The Circuit, Tonasket WA
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May 29, 2011 - 08:41am PT
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I'd like to try and answer Silver's question if I can.
That 50's were not that good for everyone. I think generally it was a good time if you were middle class, male and white.
And I think the 60's and drugs came because cultures, like people, change and evolve with time.
The youth saw free love (a loosening of morals), psychedelics, and not working for the MAN as progress towards a better life.
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BBA
climber
OF
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May 29, 2011 - 12:17pm PT
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Reminds me of cruising down Colorado Blvd (class of 58, Monrovia). Worst memory was Pat Boone "covering" Fats Domino's songs, e.g., Blueberry Hill. Can you imagine Pat Boone finding his thrill on Blueberry Hill? Listening to Johnny Otis and the best of R&B on Huntin' with Hunter Hancock. But, to tell the truth, the music has gotten better through the years.
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TrundleBum
Trad climber
Las Vegas
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May 29, 2011 - 03:01pm PT
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LOL, I was not born until 60...
But I distinctly remember, in my 'little kid days', my dad slapping my hand away from the radio as I reached to change the station while Fat's was singing 'Blueberry Hill'
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WBraun:
The 60's was the revolution awakening for all the bullshit we've been fed ...
I think of it more like:
Until the fifties the 'American Dream' was not yet fully financed, by the sixties it was.
"Money talks, B.S walks"!
Since the end of WWII, We as a nation have been doing an increasing amount of side stepping with 'smoke and mirrors' while we have been out walking/globe trotting.
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Steve Grossman
Trad climber
Seattle, WA
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May 29, 2011 - 03:02pm PT
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Great share Joe!
I couldn't even see over the counter top in the fifties but still appreciate the nostalgia. Even Pat Boone could be cool...amazing.
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o-man
Trad climber
Paia,Maui,HI
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May 29, 2011 - 04:31pm PT
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I was just a little boy in the early fifties.
In the late 50's We lived in a small village in Luxembourg where half of the street that I lived on was still in ruins from artillery and bombings during ww2.
I got my first taste of climbing on the rocks near our house.
We moved from Echternach, Luxembourg, which was very cool, to Bittborg, Germany where my dad was stationed on a tactical air base. The air base was a tense place and was ready to go to war with Russia at any moment.
We were on alert frequently and we spent nights in the underground air raid/bomb/fallout shelters below the building that we lived in.
By the early sixties it was the height of the cold war. The city of Berlin was divided and "The Berlin Wall" was under construction.
The citizens of East Berlin were desperately trying to flee the city. My Cub Scout pack collected and distributed can foods and clothing to refugee family's that had left their homes in East Berlin via tunneling or crawling through military patrolled barbed wire barricades to freedom in West Germany.
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BBA
climber
OF
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May 29, 2011 - 05:24pm PT
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Steve - you missed the point. Pat Boone was an abomination to music, especially the things kids liked and many adults found threatening. Boone was not black, so he would sing in his horrible saccharine way and would get big coverage from the sectors of the world that were against primitive, sexual music, race mixing, etc. The LDS way, you might say. Fats and Little richard and so on were not Donny and Marie.
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