I was 12 years old in 1975. Starting around age 7 or 8, I started keeping track of how many years I had left to live. For some reason, I (and other kids as well) identified with the destroyed, and not the survivors.
The older I get, the more I realize the effects that this false prophecy had on me as a young man. I entered my teenage years in 1976 when it became apparent that we were lied to. I trusted no one after this, and became very jaded. When I saw the elder's lips moving, I assumed they were telling more lies. 13 years of age is a rough age to "wake up" since there is no place to go.
In general, I think my particular age group was hit pretty hard. We saw the hype, lived with the "sure expectation" of an early death, and then saw the utter hypocrisy when everyone swept it all under the rug.
We all tried to make peace with our loved ones, to no avail if we didn't go along in worshiping their WT idol. The adults couldn't figure out "what was wrong" with us kids. Why weren't we more spiritual? A great percentage of us became pretty hard core dope smokers just to numb to pain of 1. Having our faith in God stolen; 2. Having our trust in authority figures robbed; & 3. living under the condemnation of our loved ones for not jumping on the band wagon with them.
My friend, who was one of the elders kids, held deep resentment toward his parents until their death over this. He has continued his drug use until this very day as far as I'm aware of. He informed me a few years ago that he is officially Wiccan in his belief system... which he describes as "non-belief" just an appreciation of sex and nature.
We were in the same class in the 4th grade. He and I were made to stand in the hall every single day for not saluting the flag. The teacher would yell out his name and mine every morning and would gesture with her thumb for us to go stand in the Hall while the rest of the class recited the pledge of alliegence. She utterly hated us. Someone once told me that she lost a son in the Vietnam War.
Andy laughingly once told me what he did to his mother when she died. He said that when she was on her death bed that she told him that she only had one final wish before she died. He asked her what it was. He probably hoped for some sort of apology or expression of love for him.
Rather, she told him that her final wish was for him to get baptized as a JW. His mother professed to be of the "anointed".
I remember her being very abrasive as a parent. I did not like visiting their house, which was only a few streets over.
Anyway, He told me that he waited until the very moment that she was slipping off into death to whisper into her ear, "I don't believe a word of it".
He wanted that to be the last words that she heard in this life.
Sorry to ramble on.... 1975 just triggers so many unpleasant memories for me. Fred Franz and the whole Hee Haw gang has Hell to pay for what they did to us kids.