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Full Speed Ahead: A Memoir

Let’s Start With a Little Song by Yours Truly

“There was a time, so many, many years ago

When music played from a thing called the radio.

Neighbors talked and visited on the patio

Groovin’ on a Saturday night, all right!”

Always ready to play ball

Always ready to play ball

Let’s Time Travel, Shall We?

“Be back before dark, Bill,” and as my mother’s warning faded in the hot summer haze, my friends and I rode off in search of adventure, heads down, pedaling furiously towards a future unknown, pushing limits we did not know existed, free and easy, choose a direction, no compass to guide us, no rules to live by (or so we wanted to believe), only one guiding star, be back before dark, and the unspoken directions, call if there’s a problem, always had a dime in my jean’s pocket, just in case, a dime for any phone booth handy, drop it in, hear the soothing sound of connection, hope like hell someone picked up on the other end.

We were living on the vig from borrowed time, with no thought about the payback down the road of life.

If Mom was worried about my increased freedom, and I’m sure she was, she didn’t show it. Dad’s only concern, I’m sure, was that I’d do something stupid because, well, it is a teenage boy’s province to do stupid. That’s just the real of it. Logic was forcibly pushed by the wayside as soon as our feet met the pedals. Logic was limiting. Logic was confining. Logic was restricting and logic was the absolute opposite of fun for a seventeen-year old, with far too much testosterone and friends to egg him on for any challenge, no matter the ridiculous nature of that challenge. Fear was nipped and tucked into a private corner of the cerebellum, overwhelmed by the need to have fun. Fear was for the old. Fear was never spoken, for to give it voice was to constrict us during a moment destined to be exhillerating.

That’s just the way it was back in ’65.

It’s hard to imagine now, 2021, safety measures in place, helmets and overprotective parents and lawsuits, insurance companies salivating at the thought of accidents, the word of the day always caution, you be careful now, honey, only ride to the end of the block now, slowly, mustn’t go too fast, never in the road, now, do you have your cell phone with you, call me if you need me, I’ll have my phone with me, Mommy’s always here for you, darling, you go have fun now, but be careful in those clothes, we don’t want a rip or a stain now, do we, precious?

Gag me with a spoon!

We had no idea what the future held for us and, truthfully, we didn’t care. We were supermen with red capes flying in the wind, arms outstretched, faster than speeding bullets, more powerful than locomotives, able to leap tall buildings at a single bound, and we had yet to meet our Kryptonite.

The best childhood home ever

The best childhood home ever

Sticks and Stones

Sticks and stones may break my bones, but carelessness will rule the day, back in ’65, full-throttle we go, into the Great Unknown, absolutely no time for caution, ripped jeans and scratched knees and bloody elbows, those were the medals of freedom at fifteen, back in ’65, rope swings into creeks, jumping off bridges into icy water, riding the Schwinn at breakneck speeds down root-clogged trails, all the while talking baseball, talking girls, talking trash and not meaning a word of it, the language of youth, feeling the warm comfort of friendship, knowing they had your back and you had theirs, some of those friendships still existing decades later, and ain’t that just too cool for words?

Expectations, fascinations, lookin’ for some new equations. Eight will get you five, lay down your bet, who will be the first to get hurt on any given day, until you’ve crashed you haven’t lived, the credo for our summer days, and crash we did . . .

And live we did . . .

Remember the cure for those scratches and scrapes? Right out of the history books, boys and girls, some horrendous orange liquid called Mercurochrome, stung like the dickens, stained your clothes, stained your skin, a badge of honor for sure, brush some on, cover it with a Band Aid, and you’re good to go for another day. Jump back on that bike with the baseball cards attached to the spokes, we were all just rebels without a cause, aimless and reckless, no concept of disabling injuries, no thought about crippling mishaps, ten feet tall and bulletproof, thank you very much, no room for sissies back then, caution a thing that old men practiced and embraced in order to squeeze one more year out of the seventy allotted.

Not nearly as smart as I thought I was

Not nearly as smart as I thought I was

The Art of Communication

Need to talk to someone? Pick up the phone, dial the number from memory, if they don’t pick up, hop on the bike and go find them, simple as that, or try again later, sooner or later the mantra of the day, back in ’65, laughing as I type this, where the hell is my cell phone, can’t seem to get through a thirty minute segment of my day without checking that damned thing, attached to my hip, it is, and I only know two phone numbers by memory, my own and my wife’s, but you better believe I remember my number from childhood, PR 9-1569, thank you very much, the PR standing for the Proctor District where I lived, that’s how important those days were to me . . . are to me . . .

You want security? You think you need video monitoring? Nothing happened in our neighborhood without ten mothers knowing about it. The CIA could have learned a thing or two about surveillance from the mothers on our block, truth be told, and it happened that way because, wait for it, people gave a damn about their neighbors back in ’65, I’m not shucking you, now, it’s the truth, or at least it was in our neighborhood, Mrs. Mertz and Mrs. Gordon and Mrs. Lilly and Mrs. Hoffman and my mom, God bless them all, they knew exactly where we were at all times, don’t know how they managed but they did, and any stranger who wandered through the neighborhood passed a visual character check ten feet into his journey.

It’s just the way it was!

Hell No It Wasn’t All Sunshine and Roses

Heartaches there were many, girls a mystery, stumbling and bumbling our way down the Lane of Disappointments, turn downs, shut downs, rejected and ejected, you gotta pay your dues when you’re young, suffer the turndowns, a numbers game, ten no’s for one yes.

Lookin’ for the new equations . . .

Takin’ on the bullies, paying for the myopic opinions of many, biases did exist, flaunting and blatantly obvious to all but the young, you’re different, and you’re different, and you, learning the rules with each new day, some to be followed, some to be ignored, and some broken, time-honored traditions of those seeking a path of their own, expectations, fascinations, lookin’ for the new equations.

Secrets squirreled inside your head, secrets in the family closets, unspoken but powerful, learning which to subscribe to and which to slice, dice, and vegomatic their asses forever, all part of the growing, the maturing, the understanding, eventually breaking away, so necessary, tossing aside the chains and finding a new path . . .

Lookin’ for the new equations . . .

That’s just the way it was back in 1965.

“There was a time, so many, many years ago

When music played from a thing called a radio

Neighbors talked and visited on the patio

Groovin’ on a Saturday night, all right!”

My thanks to songwriter John Ondrasik III for the inspiration.

2021 William D. Holland (aka billybuc)


Bill Holland (author) from Olympia, WA on August 17, 2021:

Lora, I'm shocked. I thought I was much older than you. :) It's good to talk to another kindred spirit from the best decades in American history. I might be a bit biased on that account. lol Yes, indeed, we had fun. I, too, can't believe we didn't get seriously injured. I certainly should have been hurt much worse than I was.

Anyway, thanks so much for your comment. Take care now!

Lora Hollings on August 16, 2021:

I love your memoir about life back in the sixties, Bill. It was almost like another world back then, people seemed to be more trusting, optimistic, and ready to lend a hand to someone in need. I grew up in the sixties and seventies and remember how much fun we had as kids. We threw caution to the wind as it really didn't seem to be needed.You didn't hear much about crime back then and many of our mothers were home all day to supervise their kids. We not only knew the names of everyone who lived in our neighborhood but their pets' names too. And yes we loved to go down hills on our bikes with our legs out and not touching the pedals and our hands not touching the handlebars. Its amazing that most of us never really got seriously hurt but we had so much fun! We played from sunup to sundown every day in the summer and we never could get enough. "Those were the days, my friend, we thought they'd never end." I thank you, with your vivid portrayal of those wonderful days, of taking me back to that amazing era and cherished memories.

Bill Holland (author) from Olympia, WA on August 16, 2021:

Thank you very much, Ravi! I appreciate you taking the time to visit and comment.

Bill Holland (author) from Olympia, WA on August 16, 2021:

Brenda, thanks for sharing your memories. My goodness, what you described was pretty universal back on our day, wasn't it, no matter what part of the country we lived in. Too bad it is no longer, me thinks.

Ravi Rajan from Mumbai on August 15, 2021:

Wonderful Bill you remind us again of those good old days when life was simple, wants were simple and joys used to exist without a price tag attached to them. Your interplay of words again reminds us of whatever we have lost in the process of competing in the eternal ratrace.Thanks for sharing.

BRENDA ARLEDGE from Washington Court House on August 15, 2021:


That's how it was in my neighborhood.

There were a few who knew everything.

You couldn't get away with much in a small town...cause everyone seemed to know what was going on.

I used to hate that when I was a kid, but it was great to have neighbors who cared.

Need a cup of sugar, or a tool to work on a car...just ask a neighbor.

Those days are pretty much ancient history.

The street lights...if they came on, we knew we had best head towards home.

We were always told to be home by dark too.

The kids these days are very sheltered. I don't know how they have fun, but I do understand why they just can't roam around the way we did.

I don't know if the world just got worse, or if we just pay more attention to the details now.

There are No pay phones around my area anymore.

We used them too.

But honestly, if we needed something...someone who knew us was always close by.

Bill Holland (author) from Olympia, WA on August 15, 2021:

Thank you Linda! How strange how it has changed over the years. I wonder why? Oh well, at least you and I had that kind of freedom. :)

Bill Holland (author) from Olympia, WA on August 15, 2021:

Thank you Nithya! I'm glad to hear you had similar experiences. Childhood should be about freedom and fun.

Linda Crampton from British Columbia, Canada on August 15, 2021:

This is an enjoyable and interesting article, Bill. It reminded me of my childhood explorations with my friends. I loved travelling with a friend by walking or cycling and meeting other friends on the way. I do remember that my parents asked where I was going when I left the house, but I had a lot of freedom.

Nithya Venkat from Dubai on August 14, 2021:

Those were good old days when life was simple but it did have its challenges. Those days there were no cell phones but we still survived and yes the local neighborhood safe. I enjoyed reading about your experiences back in the good old days in the summer of 1965 and I can totally relate to those moments.

Bill Holland (author) from Olympia, WA on August 13, 2021:

Exactly right, Meg! We hung with older and younger kids, and somehow we all looked out for one another and kept each other alive. lol

Bill Holland (author) from Olympia, WA on August 13, 2021:

Thank you MG! HG had it right, it never will come back, but there is much comfort in it.

Bill Holland (author) from Olympia, WA on August 13, 2021:

I'm glad I did too, Peggy! I wouldn't trade my childhood for anyone's. It was magical and it helped to shape me into the man I am.

Bill Holland (author) from Olympia, WA on August 13, 2021:

Thank you Flourish! I did seem simpler and sweeter. Maybe it wasn't, but it sure seemed like it.

Bill Holland (author) from Olympia, WA on August 13, 2021:

Thank you! Yes, you have so much life ahead of you, and I'm excited for you. I know it's going to be a fabulous life for you. Thanks for the power hugs. The same heading towards you.

Bill Holland (author) from Olympia, WA on August 13, 2021:

Bobbi, that had me laughing...a set down! I remember it being called that by the nuns in school. "Bill, do you need a set down?" Scared me into silence immediately.

Bill Holland (author) from Olympia, WA on August 13, 2021:

Thank you Chitrangada Sharan. I'm so glad you have fond memories as well.

Bill Holland (author) from Olympia, WA on August 13, 2021:

It is too bad, Bill! Maybe I'll turn out senile, and then I can relive those days daily when I'm eighty. :) Happy Weekend, my friend.

Bill Holland (author) from Olympia, WA on August 13, 2021:

Sorry I missed you at the game, Mike. My wife had other plans, and I always try to keep her happy. I'm sure you understand that. Thanks for the recap in your article. Sounds like I missed a good one.

Bill Holland (author) from Olympia, WA on August 13, 2021:

Vidya, I do still have a scar on my knee, from a fall when I was ten. My goodness, I had forgotten about that. I'm looking at the scar right now, sixty years old that scar is, and it still makes me smile. Thank you and blessings to you.

Bill Holland (author) from Olympia, WA on August 13, 2021:

Manatita, I don't know what a mango tree looks like or how tall it is, but I would have climbed it with you. Thanks, brother!

Bill Holland (author) from Olympia, WA on August 13, 2021:

I think that is quite wonderful indeed, Jo! I often wish I would have bought my childhood home when my mom remarried and moved out of it. It was small but it was definitely home for me.

Bill Holland (author) from Olympia, WA on August 13, 2021:

Thanks, Becky! You have me smiling about the big red horn. I can just picture it. My mom had a whistle, and I could hear that damned thing from blocks away. My ear was trained for that high shrill note. :)

Bill Holland (author) from Olympia, WA on August 13, 2021:

Isn't that amazing, Sha! We all remember our childhood phone number. I think that says quite a bit about our fond memories of childhood.

I'm glad you liked the song lyrics. I don't dare try to go beyond that. I think we hit my limit for song lyrics. lol

Happy Weekend, my friend!

Bill Holland (author) from Olympia, WA on August 13, 2021:

Thank you Rosina! I'm glad you liked it. It's easier for me to remember those days than why I went to the grocery store yesterday. LOL I don't know what that means, but it's the truth.

Bill Holland (author) from Olympia, WA on August 13, 2021:

That does help with the quote, Mr. Happy. Thanks for the addition.

Bill Holland (author) from Olympia, WA on August 13, 2021:

Thank you Peg! I probably did have a bike lock. I don't remember having one, but it makes sense that I did. Hitting the tetherball...God, we spent hours doing that. I was horribly at it, by the way.

Bill Holland (author) from Olympia, WA on August 13, 2021:

I love the Thompson quote, Mr. Happy. Perfect in its imperfect way.

Yes, that was a phone number. The PR was changed to 75 in later years, which corresponds to the letters associated with 75 on the dial, and for the life of me I don't know why they didn't just start out calling it 75 instead of PR, but there you have it.

You and I use the same process for obtaining numbers. I just hand over my phone and say "you do it, please." I'm not very good with anything technical.

Have a great weekend, my friend. Be safe always!

DreamerMeg from Northern Ireland on August 13, 2021:

Great memories and similar for me back then. Parents had lots of kids and no time to helicopter manage them. Older ones looked after younger, even in dangerous areas, like streams and reservoirs!

MG Singh emge from Singapore on August 13, 2021:

An extremely well-written and very interesting account of the past. Reminded me of HG Wells 'the time machine.' The past remains only in memory and will never come back, that is the beauty of the past.

Peggy Woods from Houston, Texas on August 13, 2021:

What lovely memories you have about growing up in those days. Our phone number was LO7-3108. LO stood for Logan. Oh yes, Mercurochrome did sting and stain but was the chosen treatment for cuts and scrapes in those days. We felt free to play outside in those days and felt safe. I am glad that I grew up when I did. Thanks for the memories!

FlourishAnyway from USA on August 13, 2021:

I wasn't alive yet in 1965, but this is a nice reminder of a time that was simpler and sweeter in many ways. I liked the CIA reference and mothers of the neighborhood.

Chrish Canosa from Manila Philippines on August 13, 2021:

Yeah! Reminds me of my grade school days. Then the whole thing change where adolescence enter, and spent my second grade in homeschooling. It is a serious life, that's all I can say HAHA. I enjoyed reading your memoir Sir Bill, that was fun and wild! Thanks for sharing it with us, there is so much in life I haven't learned yet. And I am ready for it! I guess lol.

Sending power hugs Sir Bill and to your giants!!!!! Have a great day ahead.

Barbara Purvis Hunter from Florida on August 12, 2021:

Hi Bill,

I enjoyed this so much--at least you did not have "The Church Ladies" watching your neighborhood. They were old, but you could get a set-down from them in two seconds.

Thanks for sharing--I loved it.


Chitrangada Sharan from New Delhi, India on August 12, 2021:

Hello Bill!

A thoroughly enjoyable read, which took me back in time. I can completely relate to your narration. Those were wonderful days, and life was so simple, and it was so easy to be happy. I also have precious memories of those times.

Thank you for sharing this lovely piece of writing.

Bill De Giulio from Massachusetts on August 12, 2021:

Great trip down memory lane, Bill. The life that kids grow up with today is so different from what we experienced. Personally, I wouldn’t trade my childhood for anything today’s kids go through. Too bad it’s so short and we move on to adulthood with responsibilities, but that’s life.

Mr Archer from Missouri on August 12, 2021:

Bill, I still remember my old phone number to: MA4-3311, with the MA standing for Mayfair. Then we got a new number when we moved in 1969, SU1-0968. SU stood for Sunset. Playing outside constantly, skinned knees were just part of the life back then. Love the walk down memory lane with you Sir.

BTW, you watching the Field of Dreams game? I would like to spend the evening watching it with you, my friend, Very special. Take care buddy.

VIDYA D SAGAR on August 12, 2021:

I enjoyed reading your memoir Bill. It brought back memories of my own younger days. So happy and care free we were then. You have brought out the comparison of the moms then and now so well. Yes falling and bruises were quite common. I guess some of us still have the scars on our knees. but it was such great fun. Thanks for the trip down memory lane. Stay blessed always.

manatita44 from london on August 12, 2021:

The joys and sorrows of youth, eh? I remember that stuff for bruises. Not sure I can pronounce it. Ha-ha. One does different things according to culture, but the sense of daring and adventure ... of manliness never leaves the youth. Fear is generally absent too.

I tried to climb a mango tree in the Gambia. I was so afraid, but in my youth, I would run right up! Life Bro. 'Dem days! Wonderfully expressed!

Bill Holland (author) from Olympia, WA on August 12, 2021:

And now, Pamela, as I grow older, more and more I live in the moment, trying to appreciate every second of ever day. Who knows what tomorrow may bring, eh?

Bill Holland (author) from Olympia, WA on August 12, 2021:

Thanks for sharing those memories, Alan. Tomorrow never comes....true words, my friend. No matter the era, I truly wonder how many things really change. The tech may be different, but the reasons are rarely different.

Anyway, a hot one here today. It seems like this record hot summer is not done yet.

Be well!

Bill Holland (author) from Olympia, WA on August 12, 2021:

Misbah, thank you for taking the time to comment. You made me laugh about Siri finding your phone for you. My wife does the same thing. She tells her Fitbit to ring her phone so she can locate it by sound. Too funny!

I hope this finds you well. Take care of you, work on finding the happiness of memories, and blessings to you always.

Jo Miller from Tennessee on August 12, 2021:

I grew up in the country, Bill, near where I live now. Moved away after high school and college, but wanted to come back in retirement. What I remember most about our growing up was, like you, the tremendous amount of freedom we had. In a way, we're reliving our childhoods here. It's quite wonderful.

Becky Katz from Hereford, AZ on August 12, 2021:

I remember those days. We didn't have the letters for phone numbers, but I still remember the phone number. My mom had it until she died. She has been gone for 10 years now. When none of the moms could find their kids, they would go see my mom and she would pull out her horn. One of those red plastic one that were 3 feet long and blow it. Kids would come boiling out of all the nooks and crannies they were in. My mom had them all trained and if they did not arrive immediately, they were in trouble with their parents.

We would all get together and go for bike rides. We lived about 2 miles inside town, but we would head off out of town and ride towards Pyramid Lake outside Reno. We never made it because we could only be gone for 2 hours, but we all had fun trying. We all carried plastic jugs with liquid in them and there were a few creeks to fill up at.

Shauna L Bowling from Central Florida on August 12, 2021:

Ah, the good ole days! Not a care in the world and knowing you were safe even when you fell and scraped that knee. Oh, I remember Mercurichome and Methyolate, too! The burn of bravery!

I was only 8 in 1965, but I remember my phone number, too. We lived in Philly at the time. It was GR3-8943. GR stood for Greenwood. I'm smiling just thinking of those days.

Thanks for sharing your memories and sparking some of mine, Bill. And I love your song!

Rosina S Khan on August 12, 2021:

This is a wonderful memory from your past, Bill. I loved reading about your super good times, the exhilaration, and the not-so-good times. I enjoyed the lyrics with which your memoir started and ended. Beautiful! Thanks for sharing.

Mr. Happy from Toronto, Canada on August 12, 2021:

I knew something was wrong with that last quote. I missed an important part at the beginning and now thought that I should copy more of it because it is so good:

"San Francisco in the middle sixties was a very special time and place to be a part of. Maybe it meant something. Maybe not, in the long run . . . but no explanation, no mix of words or music or memories can touch that sense of knowing that you were there and alive in that corner of time and the world. Whatever it meant. . . .

History is hard to know, because of all the hired bullshit, but even without being sure of “history” it seems entirely reasonable to think that every now and then the energy of a whole generation comes to a head in a long fine flash, for reasons that nobody really understands at the time—and which never explain, in retrospect, what actually happened." - Hunter S. Thompson

Peg Cole from North Dallas, Texas on August 12, 2021:

Thanks for this wonderful trip down memory lane, Bill. Yes, our bikes were the chosen transport with their bicycle locks affixed, leaning against the bicycle racks while we played at the local park on the merry-go-round or the monkey bars, drinking out of garden hoses, climbing trees, hitting the tetherball round and round. You've inspired memories once again. Sweet.

Mr. Happy from Toronto, Canada on August 12, 2021:

"always had a dime in my jean’s pocket, just in case, a dime for any phone booth handy, drop it in, hear the soothing sound of connection" - A few years ago a buddy of mine told me that he gave his ten year old a couple of quarters to use a pay phone because their cell phones were dead and after a few minutes of seeing her stand in front of the pay phone he went over. To make a long story short, she did not know what to do with the coins. So, she was just looking at the pay phone confused.

"mustn’t go too fast" - I have not seen "mustn't" since 1990, or 1991 in Romania, when in grade 5 I had my first English lessons. What a horrible dread that was. It's still an ugly language to be honest, if I am to think back, or compare it with French, Romanian, Italian ... any of the Latin languages in my DNA.

"some horrendous orange liquid called Mercurochrome" - We had iodine. Also kind of orange and hurt like a @#$%^!!

"I only know two phone numbers by memory, my own and my wife’s" - Haha!! I don't even know my own! Well, one of them I do not know, the other I do. But I tell people: why would I know my numbers? I don't call myself do I? So I hand people my cellphone and tell them to call themselves - that way they'll find out my number and have it in their phone.

PR 9-1569 - I'm confused - this was a phone number?

Thank You for sharing memories. I do appreciate it because I cannot teleport back so, to read what those who lived back then write, is my only other option. I try to suck as much out of your words as possible. Good thing You are a good writer so I have something to work with. Cheers!

“Maybe it meant something. Maybe not, in the long run, but no explanation, no mix of words or music or memories can touch that sense of knowing that you were there and alive in that corner of time and the world. Whatever it meant.”

― Hunter S. Thompson, Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas

Pamela Oglesby from Sunny Florida on August 12, 2021:

I love reading your memories from that time as I relate to many of them, but from a girl's perspective. My grandfather bought me my first and only Schwinn bike, and I shared it with my sister.

I really enjoyed all of this story, Bill, including videos and song lyrics. Life seemed similar at that time as I also had no regard for the future. We tended to live in the moment. Thanks for sharing your adventures.

Bill Holland (author) from Olympia, WA on August 12, 2021:

LInda, I had forgotten about the GR prefix, but as soon as I read your words, I remembered it. Thanks for that memory, my friend.

Bill Holland (author) from Olympia, WA on August 12, 2021:

Liz, I gotta tell ya, I'm so happy I was born when I was. I had a fantastic childhood and I had so much fun. :) Thank you!

Alan R Lancaster from Forest Gate, London E7, U K (ex-pat Yorkshire) on August 12, 2021:

Generally the same, just the details vary, and the manner of communication, "Barree! C'mere now or I'll tan yer bloody 'ide!!" shouted by mum from the doorstep. Barry would know from the echo if not from a dozen other mums. He was wanted, but for what he'd find out in no uncertain terms. It'd be mum's wrath or dad's belt. Choose how. We'd look out over the North Sea from the top of the 'scarp' (escarpment), over the Tees Bay with the steel works (Cargo Fleet, Dorman Long, Lackenby, Warrenby, Redcar), Imperial Chemical Industries (ICI) at Wilton and Billingham, north-west towards Middlesbrough and in the west were the Dales behind Richmond and Bedale. You couldn't see the Pennines beyond unless you had high-powered 'bins' (binocculars). To the south were the North York Moors, south-west were the Cleveland Hills, so like cliffs the Danes called it 'Kliffe Land'. At your end you looked out over the Pacific to the west, the Rockies in the east, south Oregon and California, north to Canada. During the days of the Klondike we had our own Klondike, iron ore or 'rusty gold' as they called it. We had our own California estate where most of the early miners lived, then it spread west during the 19th Century. Hard work for many, with low pay and danger every day, jam sandwiches for kids. Cream teas and Earl Grey Tea for some. The 50's brought better conditions for miners but Eston's Klondike had fizzled out by 1949. Steel was tomorrow ... Until the slack time struck again... Now it's computers and environment. The people are the same. Barry's wife won't stand on the front step bellowing. She'll get through to their kids by mobile phone or I-Phone, 'Smart Phones' on every ear. Tomorrow will be different ... Tomorrow never comes though, does it,

Bill Holland (author) from Olympia, WA on August 12, 2021:

Nell, God bless the Mrs Hales and Mrs Wallums of the world. They cared enough about us to be our substitute parents when we needed them.

Bill Holland (author) from Olympia, WA on August 12, 2021:

It is the province of the old, John, to spend time remembering. I'm glad you enjoyed it.

Bill Holland (author) from Olympia, WA on August 12, 2021:

Thank you very much, Umesh! I appreciate it.

Misbah Sheikh from The World of Poets on August 12, 2021:

Oh, thank you so much for this lovely article, Mr. Bill. Life was good in 1965 at least better than today. My parents and grandparents have always told us about the time when they were young, and I always enjoyed hearing such stories of old times. I enjoyed yours too.

I am very good at learning phone numbers but because of my lazy attitude I don’t do it now. In my childhood I used to learn numbers of my friends, school friends, family, and relatives. I just remember my dad’s number now rest of the numbers my phone can remember, I believe. Lol!

Now I just have to remember where is my cell phone right now and sometimes even I don’t have to do it. I just ask my phone, “Hey Siri, where are you?” And it replies “Oh, here I am”

Sir, Thanks a lot for sharing this lovely article with us.

Blessings and Peace always

Linda Lum from Washington State, USA on August 12, 2021:

Bill, thank you for another trip back in time. Of course, I can't relate to the testosterone-fueled recklessness of youth, but when you refer to the Mom squad (better than the CIA), I know exactly what you're talking about. By the way, mine was GR4-567 (the GR for Greenfield in the south end of Tacoma).

Liz Westwood from UK on August 12, 2021:

I really enjoyed reading this. Interestingly, as I read the first few paragraphs of your reminiscences, I too thought about the contrast with the modern era. Then I laughed as you wrote about your reflections about teenage lives these days.

Nell Rose from England on August 12, 2021:

Wonderful memories Bill. And not so different from the 60s in England. Only we had TCP for our cuts and bruises! I can still smell it now, stinging my nose at the same time as my knee! lol! Mrs Green, Mrs Wallum, Mrs Hale, all our neighbours watching out for us. Now as you say, nobody knows and sees. Thanks for the memories!

John Hansen from Gondwana Land on August 12, 2021:

A wonderful memoir from 1965, Bill. I can relate to almost everything and your flashback brought back many fond memories. Thank you for sharing.

Umesh Chandra Bhatt from Kharghar, Navi Mumbai, India on August 12, 2021:

You have presented very nicely those memories. Beautiful narration.

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