Ken and Larc, I was born in 1948 and can remember the 50s pretty well. Things were different by then, but I remember we still had an old ice box, the type that took a block of ice in top. I can still remember seing the ice truck parked and climbing in the back and sitting on the ice during the summer, it got pretty hot in South Florida. Of course, the ice man wasn't too happy when he caught us, either
I really appreciate and enjoy the modern conveniences, but in many regards, things seemd better back then, in the regards that people seemed to care more about each other and were more trustworthy. Maybe they weren't, but it just seemed that way.
On old radio programs, last year, I found and downloaded a copy of the radio broadcast of Red River, same as the movie, that John Wayne and Walter Brennan did on the radio.
Scooter, I was a teen during the 60s myself. I too heard of the free love, but for some reason, couldn't find it. I wanted to go to Woodstock myself, but was on the wrong side of the Big Pond (Pacific Ocean) to make it. I never had long hair until after the Army, but often considered myself a plain clothes hippie. The so called peach protests, well, we won't go into those. Sometimes, they were a bit more violent, from both sides, than peaceful. I still have most all of my old 33 1/3 records from that era and have converted most to CDs now. And, I see that bell bottoms are making a big comeback today. The 60s were also one of the more turbulent decades of the century. I'm just glad I survived them. I lost too many friends, either to Vietnam or to drug overdoses back in the states. Other than a minor flirtation with pot, I never really got into the drug scene, but too many others did.
If I were ever actually able to travel back to my era that I'm drawn too, I'm afraid they wouldn't be as romantic as I envison them, though. So, I'll stay here and be content with what I do have.
Lew W