Nostalgie de la Boue
Bill Quick

PJ Lifestyle » 5 Memories That Will Make You Nostalgic for the 1970s

As it turns out, the decade wasn’t all bad!

Here are a few things we remember fondly from the 1970s:

Well, none of these things make me especially nostalgic for the 1970s.  But I turned 24 in 1970, and pretty much spent most of the rest of the decade partying.  I remember that fondly, and have quite a bit of nostalgia for those times because of it.

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Bill Quick

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I am a small-l libertarian. My primary concern is to increase individual liberty as much as possible in the face of statist efforts to restrict it from both the right and the left. If I had to sum up my beliefs as concisely as possible, I would say, "Stay out of my wallet and my bedroom," "your liberty stops at my nose," and "don't tread on me." I will believe that things are taking a turn for the better in America when married gays are able to, and do, maintain large arsenals of automatic weapons, and tax collectors are, and do, not.

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Nostalgie de la Boue — 3 Comments

  1. I have to say I grew up in a part of America that was more Wonder Years than Yippie revolution or urban decay. That just means that I was not old enough to understand the rot of the 70’s and was just a boy growing up as a boy should. The garage band down the block played Smoke on the Water, but only the main riff and no solos (they weren’t very good), over and over for hours and hours until it drove my father insane. Still, he went over there and asked them politely to please, just play another song. They tried. He went back and asked them to go back to Smoke on the Water. Yes, they were that bad. As long as they stopped by 9PM that was ok.

    I can remember 1978 and carrying a boom box while riding my bike, listening to WNEW and hearing “Miss You” played for the very first time, ever, on the radio.

    I can remember Memorial Day. We saw the parades. My father served in the Army but never saw combat. Luckily for him the Korean War ended before deployment. He stationed in Germany and of course, had the Soviets been so bold, he would have been the first line of defense. Luckily, they didn’t and he didn’t see combat. He never talks about his Army days and in his modesty he wouldn’t. He would be old enough to know WWII and Korean War vets that didn’t come home. He did his duty and he came home. Lucky, not brave. In his eyes, not mine. In my eyes he was brave. I prayed not to have a war when I was 18. I remember having to sign up in the 80’s just in case we had a draft. The draft never came. Like Cold Fury, like Roger Simon, like you, I hoped not to have to fight in a war. I wasn’t sure I could do my country proud. Do most 18 year olds? A least nowadays, meaning late boomers (if you can call 1963 births in that group).

    I mean, I listened to Springsteen. War, what is it good for? My brother was at Khe San, he’s still there, they’re long gone. The Door’s unknown soldier. Woodstock. The schoolyard near Grossman’s Farm that had graffiti sprayed across the hand ball courts. US OUT OF SOUTHEAST ASIA. At ten years old I barely knew what it meant but I saw it scrawled on that wall for years as we went to get fresh vegetables a number of times over the summer. No one from the school district had it erased. Must be the school people felt it was the right message.

    Music, movies, art, everything said the US was wrong, uptight Republicans were wrong, everything was wrong about America.

    Yet I still remember that things in my reasonable, conservative area were ok. Except the inflation my parents worried about once a week as they went to the grocery store. Then, as the Carter years progressed and I got closer to graduation, the worries about how to pay for college and how to get a job afterwards started registering. This was me, and to some extent my brother, they were talking about. Work harder they said. Close those lights after leaving a room. Does money grow on trees? Sure they had always been frugal, but never this adamant. Something was wrong and I began to pay attention.

    Then Reagan came along. All I heard from the outside world was he was a maniac, radical reactionary who would destroy the world. I worried. I registered for the draft in case we needed a draft. I went to college. I got a job. I did ok for myself. The Wall fell. By the end of the decade I realized Reagan got more things right than wrong. I went for an MBA while still working full time. I was lucky to have a majority of free market teachers at the time. I read Ayn Rand. etc etc.

    Now I celebrate Memorial Day as nostalgic. I didn’t live it but I understand it, at least through my father’s eyes.

    Happy Memorial Day. God Bless America.

    • Put a few photos in it, and your comment is a much better article than that thing about 1970s nostalgia.

      Who gets nostalgic having to wait three days for film to be developed to see if the pictures are any good? What’s even remotely pleasurable about that?

      And I remember a lot of that “simple coffee” for which the author is so nostalgic. It was undrinkable. At college in the 1970s, the coffee from the university cafeteria was almost guaranteed to give you an upset stomach, with the only variable being whether it took two cups or just one to get it.

  2. There are many things that I could feel nostalgic for; but those five are crap!

    My list begins:
    My girl friends tendency to wear really short skirts.
    $12 a bottle single malt scotch.
    Beer at $4 a case (crappy beer, but no one gave a shit, unless it was really bad)
    Chuck roast at 39 cents a pound, that was perfect for the charcoal grill.
    Cars that I could fix.
    Having the body of a 25 year old.
    Enjoying the bodies of 25 year old females.
    The list could go on, and most of it would be carnal in nature.