What's yours ? Music wise I love the 40s 50s and 60s but if I 'had' to choose one - the 60s I loved the fashion and 'your' cars of the 50s Such style Then came the 60s WOW ! Again loved the fashion and the music Beach Boys especially Watched a documentary on the Everly Brothers last night - superb
I would have loved the twenties. The music, the fashions, the roar of big car engines and machine guns. What's not to like?
Although I was alive during all but seven months of the 1950s, I was a little young to have experienced it. I think I would have liked it, though. My era was the 1960s but the 60s were confusing, and I think I'd have preferred the 50s. They quit making good music in the early 1970s so I wouldn't consider any more recent decades.
Great question but to tell the truth........dunno! I was born in '50 so growing up pretty much shot that decade. The main thing I remember was the nuclear bomb drills we had at school and the constant talk of "communists.". The Korean War ended but there was some talk about something going on in Southeast Asia. The 60's brought about Kennedy and more Cold War with the U.S.S.R., not counting the Cuban Missle Crisis and the Bay of Pigs ordeal. Hmmm........more talk of the Southeast Asia thing and I got to go there on vacation on the tax payers dime. I learned how to shoot pretty well while on vacation in Vietnam, but somebody else learned to shoot well too because earlier in the 60's those *somebody's* shot John F. Kennedy, Bobby Kennedy and Martin Luther King Jr. The early 70's were pretty much a blind side for me. I was a pretty useless individual in that my vacation in Nam seemed to take some kind of toll when it came to my thought processes. Let's see.....how about the 40's? Nope, WWII. 30's? Nope, The Great Depression. 20's with our friend @ Ike Willis? Naw.....prohibition and stuff. Machine guns sounds good and so does the Charleston but again, ......well...maybe. Okay, I'll settle on 1900 to 1910. I like the old houses and the pride it took to build them. There!
I think I would pick the 70's to the late 80's. The music sucked but every thing else seemed right with the universe.
Hey, if I knew we could go back that far in history, the late 1800s, when people were settling the West, would surely be an interesting time.
Boy not me those folks didn't have washing machines or computers or indoor plumbing. They had to work altogether to hard to suit my lazy butt.
I am just SO with you on that statement, @Chris Ladewig ! ! Yes, I love horses, and miss riding on some beautiful woodland trail all day, and yes, I always thought that I wanted to be a cowgirl; but I am totally in with the idea of electricity, wash machines, and indoor plumbing. Watching it all happen in a movie (no cowgirls ever have to find a bathroom in the western movies) is just fine with me anymore. I have lived without electricity, packed my own water, had to use an outhouse, chopped wood (and chickens' heads), washed clothes by hand............ And no way do I ever want to live that lifestyle again.....period ! As far as what decade, that is hard to say, too. There have been things that I have enjoyed about each one, and thing that I have disliked. The world certainly seemed to make a lot more sense to me back in the 50-60's, at least compared to what is happening now. I think that if there was a time when I wanted to go back to, that the 50's would probably be it, though.
You-all make most interesting points. Early, the folks did not have the various contrivances of the "Machine Age", but got along just the same. I believe this is due to the "resilience" present in human beings' abilities to adapt to and manage with, the difficulties and solutions presented to them. My most favorite decade? 1960s, beyond a doubt! Finished DeVry Technical Institute with an A.A.S Degree in Electronics, May, '63, 6 months earlier successfully obtained the engine of my dreams for my hot rod (by means punishable in the extreme), met and began dating the most wonderful girl, my first actually, began working at a job I absolutely LOVED, Laboratory Development Technician, Dynamometer Lab, engines running night & day, my job was to instrument them. Married in '65 after 2 years of pre-......., well,... blissful stuff I had only dreamed of before. Began years of several trips annually to the Southwest, Vegas specifically. My first airplane flight, Chicago-Vegas New Years, 1966. The trip specifically to hoard away silver coins, obtained in casinos in Vegas, separated out in my motel room, carried on board return flight in .50 caliber gov't. surplus ammo box, could barely carry it! No questions were asked! Oct. 22, 1967, lost both of my wife's parents together, on a Sunday evening. Subsequently adopted wife's sister and brother, both minors, an act which changed my military status from 1-A to 3-A, and kept me out of the Viet Nam War. 1968, bought a going business, a Beauty Salon, which my wife ran, she being a Germany-trained Cosmetologist. We "cleaned up". First year she grossed over a hundred grand......the headaches though, detracted from the unexpected joy of suddenly making money. Wife's brother sickened with Ulcerative Colitis, brought on by the trauma of losing his parents violently. He spent 4 long months, Nov. 28, 1967 to March 31, 1968, in Cook County Hospital. He had been a strapping, solid and strong young man, reduced from 180 pounds to 110. Looked like a cadaver, but pulled out of it, finally. Recurring episodes next 9 years, he died in Las Vegas on November 28, 1975, his twenty-fifth birthday. How I miss that kid....... 60s ended with me travelling back and forth weekly between Chicago and Fort Wayne, IN, while building there a highly specialized production machine for Dana Corp. As a side note, having been divorced in Vegas in1977, and returned to the Dana Plant in Churubusco, IN in May, 1978, it was there that I met my future 2nd. wife, who is still putting up with my various impossible imponderables, 37 years after we married in '79. Definitely the 1960s. Although, outside of that decade, there were oodles and oodles of experiences very few could even begin to become involved with. Stealing a car. Buying dynamite at 19 from a hardware store in Michigan. Building outrageous racing cars using engine/transmission combinations no one else could duplicate. The gov't. surplus weather observation balloon, 5 feet in diameter, I filled with natural gas in our basement, let 'er go in the backyard, it rose up quickly, and it was then I wondered, 2 things: what if a spark had ignited it as I squeezed it out of the basement, and, what if I had fired a rifle tracer bullet through it as it rose above Berwyn, Illinois in the night, to create an immense, unexplainable fireball in the sky? The above events actually happened. Fiction writers cannot entertain details which could cope with mine, I am certain you perceive. Frank
The 70's was my teen era...so that's where I would choose to go back to....although watching films etc...the 1950's seemed to be the era when people seemed to be much nice to each other...
Loved all the replies I was born in the 50s but my Dad had a vast collection of records, so I was very familiar with 40s and 50s music As Sheldon said you could tell the cars apart each model stood out Cinema was great could see Frank Sinatra close up !!