A Seventies girl remembers a lot more than what her children can relate to. As most of my generation will agree, we lived during simpler times.
We were grateful for a lot of things today’s kids take for granted. TV shows at a specific time was a treat – we didn’t have access to streaming services or on demand programmes.
As Seventies girls, we ran for bathroom breaks during commercials – or rushed to get dinner while the Part 01 and Part 02 breaks came on.
I remember the school routine I had with my father. We were both avid readers and would head to a bookshop on the day he got his salary.
I will never forget the fragrance of books in the bookshop – it stays with you for a lifetime ; even though I now mostly read on a device. Not that I find the time to read an actual book. Actual books keep us connected to reality. It is still very much a quiet kind of a pleasure to thumb through a book and read in between.
We would first go for a snack after he picked me from school. We would then visit the bookshop, leisurely going through the books before picking up a lot of them.
The bookseller would carefully wrap them in white paper, tying with a string.
We carried our package home with care, beaming at the thought of reading the new books.
My father made a library for me with the books at home. I remember indexing the library – we would write little neat notes and stack them like a librarian would. I had seen the school librarian do this very thoughtfully.
Seventies for all of us is defined by the music we grew up listening to. I still think some of the greatest music happened during this decade.
Some of the most memorable music were Abba, The Eagles, Smokie and Boney M. There were others but these giants stood over the decade.
I still remember a book on the Top of the Pops I bought in a local bookstore. A Seventies girl remembers the hype and the fanfare around posters – my wall was covered with them – and the books.
That book did many rounds in my class -everyone wanted to take it home and thumb through its colourful photos of the Top of the Pops stars. Among the boy band favourites were Bay City Rollers, David Cassidy and of course The Osmonds. I remember the letters we wrote to Donny Osmond. We were absolutely in love with his boyish good looks and the music that accentuated the puppy love syndrome of the day.
There were very specifically Seventies things that we did back then – sitting by the radio waiting for the DJ to play our favourite song. The cassette player is on stand by, ready to push the record button when the song does come on. And then sometimes, the DJ would check in as the song starts, much to our frustration.
I tried explaining the process of doing this for hours to my children – used to streaming music on their smartphones, neither could understand the point of it.