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Posted June 7, 2005 - Sandy Matteucci-Henderson
Fizzies, Tang, Moonpies,
Icees, the Red Barn, the CMA first discount store! The candy counter at
Newberry's, Lindy's toy store downtown,
movies at the Sunnyvale theatre on Murphy, the Christmas parade through
Lakewood Village, teen club dances at the Sunnyvale parks, Coffin Road,
five cent ice cream cups at Copla Dairy, orchards, lots of beautiful orchards!!!,
Humdinger, the skate arena, miniature golfland that is still there!
101 was a two lane road! Sadie Hawkins dances, the SHS nomination conventions,
Friday football rallies, the football victory line, the
Gorgeous Gams Penny
Charity contest, spirit weeks, the senior lawn, the hanger, wood shop,
SHS Oklahoma musical, the Bold Night dances, Bogus Thunder, Warfield playbills,
Lytton Plaza in downtown Palo Alto, sneaking friends into the Sunnyvale drive in in car trunks!
Tim Chapman's parties! Fireworks allowed in your own backyard!
Day on the Green concerts, the rock at Stevens Creek, when pot was inexpensive!!
First cars!!! The amazing Christmas decorations animated before
it's time at Glenn Hoglen's house, Glen Amick's dad's gas station, his mom's clothing shop, the
Golden Eagles Drum Corp at the Thomas', playing outside till the
wee hours as a kid, safely!! Riding your bike until dark, safely! Transistor radios, the best music ever, proms, radio stations
KFRC (still going strong)
and KYA, driving the hill to Santa Cruz everyday after school, pictures on the
Boardwalk, no need to slather on the sunscreen... and more to come from everybody. .
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Posted September 29, 2005 - Steve Johnston
Hi Sandy,
Thank you for your warm regards, I too had a wonderful evening thank
you soo much for the hard work and diligence to put together proof that a
real party can be had. To prove it, I submit to you photographs... every
picture I've seen, shows nothing but a crowd of people that are very
comfortable spiritually with each other and perhaps I dare to say, kinda like
each other. After all we shared a minute picture of space in time, of all
the history of the world, we lived and loved in a time when watching
"Leave it to Beaver" helped give us guidance and a sense of responsibility and.... doing the right
thing, and how to properly eat a hunk of cake. Gilligan's Island gave us ways to make something out of nothing and
to socialize and cohabitate in almost every social and economic demography, but not the ABC's of boat repair. James Bond movies was there
for us guys to show us that if we were ever to
work for M5, (it could happen) drive expensively fast sports cars, dine
exclusively on the finest foods, drink only the best refreshing beverages,
visit exotic ports of call.., strictly first class all the way (with a
little danger mixed in)... and being captured and interrogated by the
beautiful Spector Agent wasn't such a bad thing after all. The war coverage
taught all of us and still to the day to be wary of the messenger that wants
too quickly to bring our youth into harms way. Hit Radio The Top Ten gave us, besides hits, hits and more hits, all the
time a commonality a reassurance that we had a tool for conversation and
connection of shared remembrances like.. commercial jingles... did Paul
really like Paula? Finger snapping and dance moves? If you moved like James
Brown... you too could be on the track team. And just how big we could make
the cuffs our bell bottoms bigger as we impatiently waited for our favorite
song to come back on and we weren't happy till we knew it by heart. Radio
entertained us as we ran for the telephone anticipating a new found friend
only to be disappointed to find it was mother... (I'd give a million bucks to
talk to her now) Hit radio gave us the morality of war... creativity, an
inventive creativity ever changing with emotion... remember at Madrone... when
the birds and the bees and the flowers and the trees song was out on the
radio... and a lot of the girls were singing and swaying to that while seated
in the bleachers?? (one of my fondest memories) Guess what I'm trying to say
is when I look at the pictures I see youthful naive innocence still... I see
faces that are not just in the crowd, a brother/sisterhood of shared life
gathered together to reconnect a smile with a face and remember that not
too long ago, we shared good and bad, growing up and thriving to survive a
broken heart, knowing what's right and wrong and be beautiful spiritual
adults... and the strength to get up last Monday morning and start all over
again with life... that when as children we so quickly wanted to leave that
youth behind... as we did... kinda. Sorry for the ramble.. I was inspired to write... something... it truly was
a home coming for me. Thank You - Peace and love to all - Cheers!!
Steve Johnston
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