Ah, 1995. When a young PoM’s fancy turned to thoughts of giant flannel shirts and Doc Martens. 1995 was a big year in entertainment, world events, and technology. Let’s dive in. Read More P-Mag Nostalgia Project: 1995 with Pileofmonkeys
I have a confession to make: 1992 was not my year. Honestly, I had forgotten how bad of a year it was until after I had signed up for the “Nostalgia Project” and began thinking back on some memories from that year. Read More P-Mag Nostalgia Project: 1992 with Stephens
As my parents can attest, 1991 was my “bad” year. Read More P-Mag Nostalgia Project: 1991 With Kym
In 1988, I am finishing up 7th grade (spring) and entering 8th grade (fall). I’m a middling student who competes in the science fair, is a baton-twirling majorette in our middle school marching band, and a perpetual chorus member in all the school plays. Read More P-Mag Nostalgia Project – 1988 With Slay Belle
I turned 13 in July, 1978. I was headed into eighth grade in a small middle school in a small town in Kentucky. The country’s economy was bad and our little town was hit hard: well-paying jobs in the coal mines and the few factories we had disappeared and there weren’t any new industries to take their places. I lived in a dry county, except for the VFW or American Legion and private clubs like the Elks, Lions and Moose Clubs where liquor was served illegally with a wink and a nudge and the occasional raid during election year.
Every year is a good year, but 1977 was one of those years that changes everything. We may not have known it then, but we were on the brink of the future.
1972 was a memorable year: Nixon was re-elected, it was the height of the Vietnam War (as well as when the Smiley Face icon became ridiculously popular), and pop culture hit some major peaks (Fosse’s Cabaret, Carole King’s Tapestry) as well as some questionable moments (The Poseidon Adventure? Gunne Sax prom dresses?) It was also the year I was 13 (I actually turned 13 late in 1971, but to my enormous surprise, there’s another Persephone writer my age who claimed that year!), so here are a few personal observations of that year. Read More P-Mag Nostalgia Project: 1972 with Lauren (a.k.a. Amazing Super Mom)
It’s 1971 and Everything’s Groovy! We wear our hair natural ““ whether long and stringy or in afros. However God made it is how we “style” it. Our pants are beginning to slide lower on our hips, the “bells” at the ankles getting larger and larger. Our parents detest our hotpants and our mini skirts. We’ve discovered a great freedom with our skirts, a freedom that no generation before has ever had. Skirts can now be worn in any length: from mini to midi or maxi ““ depending upon whether we want them well above our knees, well below, or swishing somewhere near the floor. We still wear love beads, a carryover from the “Summer of Love,” that we 13-year-olds remember little about, but we’re pretty sure it was romantic and wonderful. The smell of Mary Jane is in the air in parks and at concerts. We take in deep breaths and giggle. We call our flip-flops “thongs” and our tights “leotards,” not to be confused with the leotards which are worn by dancers. We wear fringe and jeans and platform shoes and all things casual. When it comes to fashion, it is the best of times and the worst of times, but oh, how we love it.