Eva Pasco's Retro 60s Flashback

 Eva Pasco's reflections of the 60s as she presents 60s Retro Flashback of her memories of the decade.

My Shout Out - This distinct honor and privilege of becoming an integral part of The Sixties Official Site enabled my memoirs to mushroom wildly. Give or take a few of those originally presented on the site, I published them as a collection in 2017: 100 WILD Mushrooms: Memoirs of the ‘60s: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B076B9BNZK

A Kumbaya Tent Revival - Happy motoring along the highways and byways of the Sixties as we embark on an imaginary, nostalgic camping trip to New Hampshire’s White Mountain National Forest campground-- Dolly Copp.....

Ding Ding! Pump My Ride - Ding Ding! The sound your bat-winged Chevy Impala makes when you run over the driveway hose at a filling station during the Sixties, which alerts the coveralled gas jockey with a grease-stained rag hanging out of his back pocket, on beck and call.

For Whom The Bell Tolls - For whom does the doorbell toll? In the Sixties, it tolled quite often for stay-at-home moms. Avon reps, Fuller Brush Men, magazine hawkers, Jehovah’s Witnesses, tin men trying to get a little on the side—customers for aluminum siding, that is. Ding dong, ding dong, ding dong!

May-O, May-O - Lazy, hazy days of summer preclude packing a cooler prior to embarking on road trips or picnics. Chicken salad, egg salad, and sandwiches with a common denominator holding it all together—mayonnaise!

No Longer So Amusing Amusement Parks - Excitement, gravity defiance, adrenalin rush, escape – Down like a roller coaster, Back like a loop-the-loop, And around like a merry-go-round – it’s Palisades Park (1962, Freddie Boom Boom Cannon) or our favorite amusement park we frequented in their heyday.

The Frat Pack - “Greek Life” at the college dates from the Civil War Era, Sigma Fying that a man belonged to a fraternity or a woman belonged to a sorority. Typically, each blue and pink chapter had their own house of residence on campus. Proponents for college fraternities and sororities cite learning to live with a diverse group of individuals while contending with social and academic pressures,

Tutti-Fruitti - "A-wop bop-a loo-mop, a-lop bam-boom!” (Take it away, Little Richard - 1955). During those sultry summer evenings of the Sixties, my sister and I would scramble along the backseat of our Plymouth Suburban station wagon or one of my dad’s newly restored, vintage Model A’s to go for a family spin.

You Dont Own Me - And don’t tell me what to do, and don’t tell me what to say! Even though Lesley Gore put her foot down at the young age of seventeen, this 45 rpm, nouveau, defiance-in-vinyl was a radical departure from her attitude the previous year when boyfriend Johnny disappeared from her birthday party, only to show up with Judy, wearing his ring.

My Summer Place - Post-graduation sentiment for Be True to Your School and let the colors fly fading, barely 18 that summer of 1969, a coveted driver’s license under my seatbelt, the beach was the place to go. Back when a gallon of regular gas cost $.35,

Mohair - In the Sixties there rose the Motown Sound originating from the Motor City of Detroit under Berry Gordy, Jr. A blend of R&B and Pop, strong vocals, and the distinctive sound of the tambourine, drums, and bass guitar put the motion in Motown for artists such as The Supremes, The Miracles, Marvin Gaye, and The Four Tops.

Paging Dr. Kildaire and Dr. Casey - Back in the Sixties nurses basically wore all white from head to toe which encompassed their dress, stockings, and cap. The waiting room public heard the constant reverberations of doctors being paged around the clock. There arose two medical drama series which sexified men in ill-fitting scrubs:

PINKOS: The Plastic Pink Flamingo Uprising: Pinkos: non-card carrying, long legged, gregarious wading birds that flock together as birds of a feather and form a plurality of “flamingos” or “flamingoes.” No small wonder the more vibrantly colored pinkos not only make a more desirable mate

The Dentist: His gracious invitation to set up my own web page there was one I eagerly accepted, and from that day forward, my memoirs mushroomed. My sister provided the spore to cultivate “The Dentist” when she informed me that she’d lost one of her mercury fillings acquired during adolescence from Dr. Piccolo.

Those Damn Trolls - Beauty is certainly in the eye of the beholder when it comes to those Dam Trolls!

Top Dawgs of the Sixties - Ever since “Elvis the Pelvis” generated heat and got everyone’s dander up on The Milton Berle Show by swiveling his hips and vamping a half tempo croon to Hound Dog in June of 1956—“You ain’t-a-nuthin’ but a hound dog, cuh-crying all the time—it’s been win, place, or show for canines cavorting as cartoon characters or pedigreed stars on a television series.

Two Smothered Brothers: Real life brothers, Tommy and Dick Smothers were a popular duo in the ‘60s and ‘70s. Tom picked an acoustic guitar; Dick plucked an upright bass. Two suit-and-tied, clean-cut brothers, they attempted to sing folk songs, pretending to get into arguments about the arrangements.

Wholesome, Winsome, Widowed TV Dads of the Sixties - Wholesome and winsome TV dads of the Sixties were primarily well-to-do widowers with live-in help. S-o-o-o many contenders in the “grandest-of-all” arena for female divorcees and widows in the neighborhood to walk over their pot luck dinners in the hope of winning a man’s heart through his stomach.

Yippie Yi Yo Kayah! - Bam, bam, shoot ‘em up, pow! The cowboy who epitomized rugged, individualistic, masculinity endured as a cultural icon in the Sixties despite relaxation of social taboos relating to sexism, and retaliation against conservatism, social conformity, and our government’s escalating military involvement in Vietnam. San Francisco on the West Coast may have popularized the Hippie culture—Scott MacKenzie’s “gentle people with flowers in their hair,” but the Midwest held its ground as a vast frontier for Western films.

Hi-Yo, Silver - Tunneling through the tinsel toward Christmases past - Sixties past: Agent Orange collides with Elvis’s “Blue Christmas.” Recorded in 1957, this holiday tune reached its highest chart position in 1964.