30 some years later and I still moan over never getting those go-go boots! I finally derived some satisfaction when I discovered a pair that, alas, were not MY size, but, the next best thing, my 6 year old daughter’s size. I surprised her with them and she was as thrilled with them as I would have been, had I not be so cruelly deprived (?!)
Go go boots! I had a knee-high pair in white patent leather. I thought they were sooooo cool. Thanks for the memory Barbara! ; )
Sure, we had pedal pushers (I think having to do with pushing bicycle pedals?) and sun suits!!! (What we really wanted, but never got, was go-go boots!!) And my mom always bought my sister and me (3 years apart) matching clothes, but in different colors. Just imagine trying to do that to your kids now!
Does anyone remember the original Capri pants? Petal Pushers?(Pedal?)Sun suits? I hated those, and my mother used to by lots .. UGH!
I was so dumb on one major snow storm that I didn’t listen to the radio and it was always better to be at school than to be home. I never didn’t go to school, maybe I didn’t go to my classes but school was where my friends were. So any way I was in eighth or ninth grade and it snowed a lot and I didn’t listen to the radio and my mom was asleep and her husband probably didn’t even notice if it was snowing raining or eighty degrees outside he was so involved in his paintings in those early morning quiet hours of the day that he may not have even noticed if I was in the house or out the door. So my school was a subway ride away and then a walk through a few blocks. Somehow that day I was wearing a long skirt and socks and sneakers and I was soaked and I got to the building only to realize that it was empty and I was the only one around.
Yeah … I know it sounds deranged, but this is actually a pastime we spent numerous hours playing in the fall. Two player game.Possibly a local thing in East Flatbush in Bklyn. We had a nearby cemetery (Holy Cross) where Chestnuts were plentiful …. Basically you’d string Chestnuts on a lace from your pair of Chuck Connors Allstars (a.k.a. Converse)You’d then take turns whacking the other person’s Chestnut with yours & vice versa until one player’s Chestnut cracked and came off the shoelace. The surviving Chestnut was thereby a “1 Killer”. Each subsequent battle that you won with that Chestnut added a Kill to it’s lore. Nail polish was ferquently applied to the Chestnuts to toughen the outer shell. Sheesh. maybe the kids are right and we were deranged !