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zBrown
Ice climber
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The fifties were all cars and crusing from one to another drive-ins.
Hardly a surfboard in sight, but watchout, the sixties gon' getcha.
Cameras didn't work very well at night.
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donini
Trad climber
Ouray, Colorado
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I was seven at the beginning of the fifties and a 17 year old teenager at the end. The economic boom after the war was in full sway and suburbs were eating up farmland at the margins of cities.
The civil rights and women’s lib movements had yet to begin. If you were white and middle class you could gaze at your newish car in the driveway as you cut your nearly perfect lawn and be thankful that the number on your house distinguished it from your neighbors homes that flanked you in every direction.
The good old days seem better the more the current days are problematic.
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guido
Trad climber
Santa Cruz/New Zealand/South Pacific
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Topic Author's Reply - Oct 4, 2017 - 09:32am PT
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Sh#t, I forgot I even posted this!
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donini
Trad climber
Ouray, Colorado
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You were a child of the fifties Guido....hell, you’re not expected to remember much.
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little Z
Trad climber
un cafetal en Naranjo
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I had a great time
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hooblie
climber
from out where the anecdotes roam
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i missed 1950 but i've been to canada
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Fossil climber
Trad climber
Atlin, B. C.
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Sure miss my 1050 Studebaker Starlight Coupe!
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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^^^Sometimes hooblie's "New Wave" humor passes way over my head.
YCA photo archive.
edit: Photo #2 is from the first attempt in 1955 by these guys.
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jgill
Boulder climber
The high prairie of southern Colorado
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1954
I seem to have missed all those bomb shelters and crawl-under-your-desk drills. I graduated high school in Atlanta in 1954, having gotten into climbing the year before, and I don't recall thinking much about nuclear annihilation. Graduating from college in 1958, I went directly into the USAF as a young lieutenant, still not very concerned about mutual atomic destruction.
Even stationed at an air base with SAC B-52s in the air loaded for bear 24/7 I still had no anxieties. What was wrong with me? But then again I don't recall my friends and colleagues stressed out about those issues either. Of course, the B-52 guys were there on the front lines so to speak, and psychological problems in their ranks did surface from time to time.
One incident I remember was the disappearance of a B-52 pilot on base. After an exhaustive search he was found self-compressed in a locker in the flight preparation area. He got help.
Vietnam in the early to mid sixties was when all hell broke loose and society took some bizarre turns. It hasn't been the same since. Some of those societal turns were needed, but that's when the NRA starting moving from a hunter/target-shooting venue to a more military perspective. That's when I dropped out of the organization.
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SC seagoat
Trad climber
Santa Cruz, Moab, A sailboat, or some time zone
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Learning to ski (1955) in the same wool knicker outfit my dad learned to ski in the 30s.
Me and my Dad 1957
Susan
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