At our house in Newark, Delaware, this was going on:
(From my edits of old home movies. My mother is the blonde. My father is the one I showed you 3 posts down — that is to say, not the man on whose lap you will see my mother sitting.)
March 22, 2015
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The video will be back soon. I needed to re-edit!
Great footage. Reminded me a little of that recent article by Dave Barry, which opened "Looking back, I think my parents had more fun than I did." It was about the "greatest generation" and their party animal ways.
Nice job, but you do the original film a great disservice by cropping it to 16 x 9, rather than presenting in the original 4:3 aspect ratio. Too many heads chopped in half or worse.
The music works nicely.
Ah! I see that iMovie did that, and I figured out how to fix it.
Thank you so much, Archie.
I'll have the cropped version replaced soon.
Who says the 50's were dull...
Too much cheese
I've fixed the aspect ratio and redone the embed. The music is still processing and will be back.
It's just some free YouTube music and certainly not what they were actually listening to.
For some idea of the music my parents listened to, check out my old Records From My Father series of blogposts.
snap!
Boozing, smoking, twerking, and Mrs. Althouse showing some Leg!
Kids in bed without supervision, booze, cigarettes, and dancing. All in what would be considered a tiny house today. Priceless.
That was really interesting---everyone seems like they were relaxed and flirty and having fun. Can't help but be really glad, though, that when I go to a gathering these days everyone doesn't have a cigarette glued to their hand.
Cute! At Virginia Tech they warned me about those Delaware slutbags, but at least they all seemed to be having fun.
"Kids in bed without supervision, booze, cigarettes, and dancing. All in what would be considered a tiny house today. Priceless."
Thanks. It was a pretty tiny house. Extremely well laid out in a way that I remember so fondly. I would love to have a house with exactly that layout and square footage for Meade and me now... except that I'd want a second bathroom.
"That was really interesting---everyone seems like they were relaxed and flirty and having fun..."
"Cute! At Virginia Tech they warned me about those Delaware slutbags, but at least they all seemed to be having fun."
I did have to censor one little thing!
You forgot the trigger warnings for:
Smoking - OMG !!!!
Sexual Harrassment.
Lack of Diversity !
White peoples having ... fun.
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Most shocking item is ... the smoking. It's just fun ... well, until someone gets an eye poked out with cancer.
I always say that I think I'd prefer almost everything about decades past other than the smoking. It really is disgusting. I don't know how you older folk put up with it. I was born in 1980 so on the tail end of indoor, causal smoking being common.
I love that everyone is dressed up for a casual party at someone's home. These days it's a win if people put on a shirt with a collar along with their jeans to come over. At least my friends. :)
So that's two bits of geography we share.
Newark, DE (I lived in Wilmington in the early 70's, but that's pretty close) and Brooklyn, New York (where we lived within walking distance at the same time).
What the hell was your mom doing lifting her dress? LOL.. cute video of drunken parents.
Your Mom and Dad probably couldn't begin to imagine that one day they would be seen by thousands of people around the world. And the best part: they are seen being happy.
Thank you for sharing.
I am Laslo.
Kids in bed without supervision, booze, cigarettes, and dancing.
Eek... someone call Child Services!!
Indoor spaces, furniture and clothing must have stunk horribly even back in the '70's and it must have been so universally true that it's not possible to have a distinct memory of it. The other day I walked into a stairwell at a small Catholic hospital and the particular musty smell of it instantly evoked my parochial school, which I haven't set foot in for 40 years. Interesting that the increasingly rare smoker's home or workshop evokes no memories whatever.
Bow ties...
I love the zaftig lady with the glasses.
The zaftig lady is Norma. She lived across the street. I believe her last name was Watrous.
Thank YOU Ann! I was delighted to see the replaced video today, it's marvelous and I have shared on my Facebook page. Viva la 4:3!
Wow that really brought back some memories. We didn't celebrate New YEars but it reminded me of the Christmas Eve celebrations at our house when we all dressed up and my aunts did the Charleston!
Man, dig all those hot chicks wearing peepers. All the dudes sporting ties both straight and bow all through the mad night. Funny stuff, Althouse. I couldn't help but laugh. This puts any dreary beatnik shindig to shame.
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