Mountaintops offer spectacular views. And up here on Memory Mountain, our view is something special.
Up here, we take a look back in time.
Up here, we look out over the landscape of past Americana.
It’s a scene filled with memories of days gone by: music, style, tv, movies, businesses, cars, and products of the 50s, 60s, 70s, and 80s. We unwind the clock: we chronicle cultural icons and cult classics through photos and stories.
Our hope here at MM is to bring a smile to your face as we honor and celebrate decades past.
We invite you to join us as we reminisce and remember together on Memory Mountain.
When I was younger I knew a family who had chocolate brown appliances in the kitchen burnt orange shag carpeting in the living room (and a sectional couch to match the rug OMFG!!!!). And a pink bathroom with fake marble around the sink frosted glass doors on the tub 🛁 piss colored tile all over the floor some kind of weird ass heating lamps in the ceiling and the walls had a silver colored wallpaper that had black veins running through it from floor to ceiling. This was in 1983! And this friend tells me ( this is a DIRECT QUOTE here thanks). “My dad bought this house 🏠 because he got a deal on it “. He got a deal is right Oy.!!!!!
Thank you for a great video, this 💯nailed it! I was a child in the 1960s and this is exactly how life was❤lots of hard work and respect for others. Sadly so much has changed. Thank you for letting me escape back to a sweet simple time 🤸☀️🛝
I worked as a radio DJ for 30 years. It was killed by corporate greed first. Next, overpaid consultants and their limited playlists, telling listeners what they should like. Then, evolving technology led to alternatives to radio as a music medium. such as satellite, MP3, internet/streaming, etc, which proved to be 100x better. The final nail in the coffin was the automation system, which killed it for me. When I started in the 70s, radio was live and local 24/7. Now, RoboDJ runs the show. It fools some people, because the hear a DJ talking, they assume it's live. The corrupt FCC has deregulated the whole business. Before, a company could own no more than ONE AM, one FM, and one TV station in any market area. Now, it can own ALL of them. Definitely not in the public interest. At one time, a licensed operator (me) was required to oversee the transmitter at all times the station is on the air. Now, a computer does it. Commercial broadcast radio is dead, at least as a music medium. RIP Wolfman Jack.
This was the fair wäre my uncle Malito from Galicia, Spain, met my aunt Carlotta from North Carolina. They got married and they both lived a wonderful life in the evergreen state. For me, Seattle will be always in my heart…
I was 2 when our family went to the fair. Somewhere I've got the home movies. I was too little to go on the elevator to the top of the Space Needle, but I remember looking up at it while my olde brother volunteered to wait with me at the bottom. I still can see my feet sticking out of the stroller from my pov. I probably made this comment before.
Grew up in a neighborhood that was built on an old Gimbel’s estate in NJ. The builder kept the mansion for his family & built 25 homes around it in a horseshoe. I acre min. Only one hour & 20 to the city. Lots of woods & places to explore as a kid
I miss the old Vernors. Had it growing up in Buffalo. The current Vernors with high fructose corn syrup and no mention of ginger is not the same at all. I am looking for a ginger ale that uses real sugar and ginger as the original Vernors did hoping to relive the good old days...have an order of Blenheim arriving this week. If any of you have any ideas or recommendations I would love to hear it!
It's kind of funny. My father work for Kroger's and my aunt worked for a&p. They used to sit down and argue back and forth about which store was better. It was hilarious
My father worked for Kroger's for over 35 years. We were a Kroger household. Everything we bought was from Kroger's. Everything we ate was from Kroger's. Everything we drank was from Kroger's so Kroger was a big part of our life growing up and we still go there for the fine quality and items that they sell
I'm 76 years old and I remember all of those things. It was a MUCH better time for everyone. And when people left church they all tried to be better people. I miss those times.
Rather than being the decade that style forgot or forgotten style, the 70s were really one of the MOST STYLISH decades in our modern history. I guess it depends on what one considers to be "style". I loved it, and wish it would come back. Everything blended well and every piece in the home complemented the overall look. The colors worked great together, and the entire environment was one of warmth, creativity, comfort and cheerfulness. Seems folks enjoyed life much more back then. Look at today's home environments -- bleak, boring, industrial looking, like living in a warehouse or factory. Grays, ecrus, beiges, maybe a little black here or there, but overall, GRIM! Matching, I must say, the spirit of our times. I can't see it lasting much longer.
i was born and raised in SA and was 18 at the time of the fair. I went dozens of times during that 6 months; my mom was getting tickets as low as $1 each! Little is left of the original fair buildings except the tower, US pavilion, and Institute of Texan Cultures, and a few historic buildings that had been incorporated into the fair. I recently found att the pictures I took there and digitized them, first time I'd seen them in years! Fun times for ol' San Antonio.
The store in Bishop, Ca closed in April 2021. As a kid I remember doing there with my Mom and grandmothers. The qwners cited several reasons, internal and external, for the closure.
There was a miniature golf course in the Better Living Center and if you putted a hole in one on the final hole, you won a free game. My friend, Mike, scored a hole in one. We walked him through his free game, and lo and behold, he won a second free game. We left him by himself to play and returned just in time to watch him ace the final hole yet again. This time, however, his brother grabbed him by the collar and made him leave. That's just one of dozens of fine memories from the 1964-5 World's Fair which took place in what was essentially our backyards. Bring it back!
Along with macramé came the first big tropical plant craze, but one of the biggest trends was the craft "Ceramics." I think every item that previously started out in some other material was duplicated in a mold for mass production ceramics, followed with a huge selection of glaze innovations. It almost felt like there was a Ceramic store on every block. On another thought, when did the Dick Van Dyke show set have a sunk in pit ? They had a conversation area, and a raised "step platform" along the back but no pit.
The last picture shown @ 8:34 had flat rolled socks....Rolled bobby socks with saddle oxfords: we would cut the tops off another pair of bobby socks and then roll it inside the rolled cuff of the bobby socks we alread had on...the bobby sock then had a thicker roll...We would also wear 2 crinoline underskirts under our flared skirts and jumpers and a be-bopping, swing and jitterbugging we would go. LOL 40sBoomer
San Antonio is a beautiful city. If it wasn’t for the hot and humid suffocating weather days between May and September it would be perfect. I remember as a kid, June, July and August were the hottest (especially August) months of the year. So, if you visit San Antonio, it’s better if you do it between October and February or even March. Respect to the people working on the roads during hot season and roofers, construction workers. At least you’re not spending hours under the sun. But San Antonio is a beautiful city and most people still smile at you and they’re approachable if you need to ask them something. There are plenty of places to visit and learn about history, mainly Spanish, Mexican and American culture and heritage.
I grew up in SA and you're 100% correct about the weather and how beautiful the city is. Living in Austin now, I can tell you I miss the friendly people of SA. For a big city, it has such a strong sense of community and family.
My Father was born in Chicago in 1931. Growing up in New Jersey I only visited Chicago once in the summer of 1967. I wish I could have seen this Holiday chee
