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amen to that, yes indeed. I recall my parents having a pice of furniture which had a TV on the right and a radiogramme/turntable on the left. There was a green light which went on as you turned it one, then it took about a minute to go when you turned it off. I would put my eye to the green glow and weave some sort of sci fi story around it in my head!

This was in the days when you had to get off your backside to turn TV over or turn the volume up/down.

Ya, my grandparents also had one similar to that. My brother ended up with it and still plays records on it.
 
I have some vague memories of enjoying carnival rides in my youth. Who knows....I might still enjoy them. But I don't want to risk feeling lousy for the rest of the day if I just get motion sickness. Probably best to just leave all that fun for the young ones.

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Certainly invokes a sense of sick inducing movement. I was never very good on these either. I'd feel queasy for a while after. You have jogged a memory for me though: When I was about 8 or 9 years old, I and some mates went to a local fun fair. I can't remember the ride concerned, but the "board walk" around the ride collapsed when I was on it and I fell through the hole landing face down on some rafters. I had a bloody nose and a split lip. I cried buckets. The owner gave me some sweets and a drink of something. These days, no doubt I could have sued for thousands if I wanted and the Health & Safety Board would be involved. Modern times eh?
 
Ha yes, we had a Ferguson "stereogram" and my stepfather played soundtracks from musicals..... The Sound of Music, South Pacific etc !
We had a massive stereogram when I was little. It was used to play mostly Beatles, Bachelors, plus stuff from the late 50s. It also had a radio, with the tuning display marked with exotica like "Hilversum" and "Light programme". It used valves of course, and when I was young enough and small enough I would wriggle underneath to watch the valves glowing. Magical stuff.
 
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Morris 1100
by Andrew Priest (Aushiker), on Flickr

My first every motor vehicle was a New Zealand assembled, Alec Issigonis (he designed the Mini) designed ADO016, which was in my case marketed as a Morris 1100. The other common variant was an Austin 1100, but I came from a Morris family so there is no way I could have an Austin. The funny thing was, they are the same car!

I got my Morris 1100 which was fairly an unusual vehicle at the time, being front wheel drive, when I was 18. Even though one could get their licence at 16 in NZ I didn't get my licence until I was 18. I think if memory serves me well my Morris 1100 cost NZ$1,000. I am sure I spent way more than that keeping it going ... front wheel drive in the "70s was not exactly reliable technology.

I still remember to this day the truck like four on the floor gear shift. A change from first to second or third to fourth would just about have the gear lever in the back seat ... :)

I haven't seen one in years, well since I moved to Australia in '82 and didn't think they where ever popular here so I was quite chuffed to see one today on my walk with Willow. It brought the memories flooding back ... oh the freedom of owning your first car.

For the Poms and Kiwi's here, my next vehicle was a Vauxhall Victor 2000, a Ford Cortina killer in its day :). It was a four cylinder, but the design of the engine bay meant one could only ever change three spark plugs. The fourth one became a permanent fixture. It was never "the" car to own but, to be really cool back then one had to have Zephyer Six Mark III. Sadly I never got one.
 
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I love that, Andrew. I learned to drive in the 70s, too, and your photo reminds me of my youthful dream car - an Austin Mini Cooper. For some reason, that tiny car with the flat pan chassis, four on the floor, and *tiny* tires drew my attention every time I saw one. For a long while, there was club racing here with nothing but Minis. I never got around to buying one, but I still think they are way cool.
 
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Morris 1100 by Andrew Priest (Aushiker), on Flickr

My first every motor vehicle was a New Zealand assembled, Alec Issigonis (he designed the Mini) designed ADO016, which was in my case marketed as a Morris 1100. The other common variant was an Austin 1100, but I came from a Morris family so there is no way I could have an Austin. The funny thing was, they are the same car!

I got my Morris 1100 which was fairly an unusual vehicle at the time, being front wheel drive, when I was 18. Even though one could get their licence at 16 in NZ I didn't get my licence until I was 18. I think if memory serves me well my Morris 1100 cost NZ$1,000. I am sure I spent way more than that keeping it going ... front wheel drive in the "70s was not exactly reliable technology.

I still remember to this day the truck like four on the floor gear shift. A change from first to second or third to fourth would just about have the gear lever in the back seat ... :)

I haven't seen one in years, well since I moved to Australia in '82 and didn't think they where ever popular here so I was quite chuffed to see one today on my walk with Willow. It brought the memories flooding back ... oh the freedom of owning your first car.

For the Poms and Kiwi's here, my next vehicle was a Vauxhall Victor 2000, a Ford Cortina killer in its day :). It was a four cylinder, but the design of the engine bay meant one could only ever change three spark plugs. The fourth one became a permanent fixture. It was never "the" car to own but, to be really cool back then one had to have Zephyer Six Mark III. Sadly I never got one.

Great post! That car of yours....I had the Princess Vanden Plas version which had a walnut dash, leather seats and tables in the backs of the front seats. Deep maroon it was. I have also had an Escort Mk1, Cortina Mk 3,4 & 5, a Consul Granada 2.0L, Rover P4 3.5 V8, Vauxhall Magnum 2.3.....the list goes on and on. But my 1st car was a VW Beetle. I was in the RAF in Germany when I got it. It saw lots of action over there! (to disco's and bars etc)
 
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Morris 1100 by Andrew Priest (Aushiker), on Flickr

My first every motor vehicle was a New Zealand assembled, Alec Issigonis (he designed the Mini) designed ADO016, which was in my case marketed as a Morris 1100. The other common variant was an Austin 1100, but I came from a Morris family so there is no way I could have an Austin. The funny thing was, they are the same car!

I got my Morris 1100 which was fairly an unusual vehicle at the time, being front wheel drive, when I was 18. Even though one could get their licence at 16 in NZ I didn't get my licence until I was 18. I think if memory serves me well my Morris 1100 cost NZ$1,000. I am sure I spent way more than that keeping it going ... front wheel drive in the "70s was not exactly reliable technology.

I still remember to this day the truck like four on the floor gear shift. A change from first to second or third to fourth would just about have the gear lever in the back seat ... :)

I haven't seen one in years, well since I moved to Australia in '82 and didn't think they where ever popular here so I was quite chuffed to see one today on my walk with Willow. It brought the memories flooding back ... oh the freedom of owning your first car.

For the Poms and Kiwi's here, my next vehicle was a Vauxhall Victor 2000, a Ford Cortina killer in its day :). It was a four cylinder, but the design of the engine bay meant one could only ever change three spark plugs. The fourth one became a permanent fixture. It was never "the" car to own but, to be really cool back then one had to have Zephyer Six Mark III. Sadly I never got one.

My second car was a used Austin 1100, a small step up from my first car, a used Austin 850. Both cars lasted about a year each. I was repairing the 850 more than I drove it. The 1100 was a little more reliable, until an engine mount broke. I learned a lot about car mechanics with both cars and it was about 20 years before I had my next front wheel drive car. When they were working both of those cars were great getting around snow covered streets. These cars were central to my middle to late teen years and evoke very fond memories of many adventures and misadventures.
 
A photograph of a photograph of my past...I took this photo of myself in 1968, in a mirror in the college dorm where I was living. I had just turned 17 and, metaphorically and literally, the world was my oyster. And, marvel of marvels, I had just grown my first beard. And my hair was dark enough to be almost black.

The photograph sits in my house, reminding me, sometimes, that the past only seems minutes away, and the future impossibly distant and unimaginable.

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A photograph of a photograph of my past...I took this photo of myself in 1968, in a mirror in the college dorm where I was living. I had just turned 18 and, metaphorically and literally, the world was my oyster. And, marvel of marvels, I had just grown my first beard. And my hair was dark enough to be almost black.

The photograph sits in my house, reminding me, sometimes, that the past only seems minutes away, and the future impossibly distant and unimaginable.

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Nice one, Miguel! I see you are a John Lennon fan.
 
A photograph of a photograph of my past...I took this photo of myself in 1968, in a mirror in the college dorm where I was living. I had just turned 18 and, metaphorically and literally, the world was my oyster. And, marvel of marvels, I had just grown my first beard. And my hair was dark enough to be almost black.

The photograph sits in my house, reminding me, sometimes, that the past only seems minutes away, and the future impossibly distant and unimaginable.

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Wow, there's a young man, probably unaware of how historical events going on around him were, such as the Mexico Olympics, Vietnam War, assassination of MLK, etc.
 
Great post! That car of yours....I had the Princess Vanden Plas version which had a walnut dash, leather seats and tables in the backs of the front seats. Deep maroon it was.

That would have been way out of my league :)

I have also had an Escort Mk1, Cortina Mk 3,4 & 5, a Consul Granada 2.0L, Rover P4 3.5 V8, Vauxhall Magnum 2.3.....the list goes on and on.

Ah yes, later on in life here in Australia I had a MK1 and a MKII Escort as second cars at various life stages. Fantastic rally cars they where.
 
Finally found and scanned this. Here is my wife and I at 13 and 14, respectively, which makes this image 45 years old. My friend took this shot with my Pentax SP500 with Tri-X and I made the print in my basement. Too back-lit but I liked the picture and kept it.
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A photograph of a photograph of my past...I took this photo of myself in 1968, in a mirror in the college dorm where I was living. I had just turned 17 and, metaphorically and literally, the world was my oyster. And, marvel of marvels, I had just grown my first beard. And my hair was dark enough to be almost black.

The photograph sits in my house, reminding me, sometimes, that the past only seems minutes away, and the future impossibly distant and unimaginable.

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Very "Beatnik" Like it a lot. Into Scat Jazz? "Like....wow....cool Kat Daddio"
 
Finally found and scanned this. Here is my wife and I at 13 and 14, respectively, which makes this image 45 years old. My friend took this shot with my Pentax SP500 with Tri-X and I made the print in my basement. Too back-lit but I liked the picture and kept it.
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Another which speaks volumes. A sense of time and space emanates from this, an atmosphere of carefree childhood......
 
Finally found and scanned this. Here is my wife and I at 13 and 14, respectively, which makes this image 45 years old. My friend took this shot with my Pentax SP500 with Tri-X and I made the print in my basement. Too back-lit but I liked the picture and kept it.
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Steve, I think you should hit the thrift stores with your wife and try to find some very similar outfits and recreate this photo.
 
In 1983...

I would have had to check voice messages on my answering machine, but only if a power outage didn't knock it out.
Shopping by mail meant having a catalog, filling out a form, writing a check and...waiting.
Saturday movie night meant getting to the rental store early, hoping there were still copies of the good movies left on the shelves.
Ordering take out meant you'd better have a copy of the menu.
Calling someone meant you'd better know their number by rote, or have it in a rolodex or address book. And a landline.
The first cell phones cost around 4,000 USD and were rich people's show-off toys.

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