I am a little sad that this decade is closing. Our decades go too fast, like everything else in our lives.
My sentiment and love for lost decades began on December 31, 1979. My folks had friends over for New Years Eve, I don't know if you'd call it a party though. We were in our beds, Renee and I. We couldn't sleep. Maybe it was the noise of the grown-ups, maybe it was something else. But I remember as clearly as if it were yesterday, Jim coming into our room. He probably came in to tell us to settle down but he ended up on his knees at our bedside telling us something like:
"You have lived your entire life in the 70's. That is all over now. You have a brand new decade right now and whatever you remember in your life was in the decade that is now passing. The 80's are here!"
It was one of those moments that I sort of took a mental picture in my head and it stuck with me. I think he was inspired and hopeful about the new decade. Or maybe it was the New Year's Eve liquor. Either way, it was a tad doomsday, but mostly something positive and enduring that always stayed with me. He had this way of highlighting the greatness of a moment [he always did that with the Olympics too.] I guess it gave me sort of a grand global perspective that I needed and appreciated. It also made me feel hopeful. Kind of like I do right now.
I do miss the 70's, they were so much fun. In the decade of childhood, being a kid was fun.
Yep, you are looking at the original Barbie Townhouse in that bottom middle photo, that elevator was such a marvel; an extraordinary feat of engineering!


















