70s Kid Memories

A glimpse into the toybox, mind, and heart of a Little Brown-Haired Girl (LBHG) growing up in the 70s

Thursday, October 31, 2013

Judy Collins and the children will now trill for you

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In case you doubt that the Internet is the greatest invention ever ever ever for realz, I found this song yesterday. A fragment--a fragmen...
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Friday, April 5, 2013

MMMaybelline corn syrup kisses

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Like smearing bathroom-deodorizer-scented corn syrup on your lips. Like the lip glosses of today, but far more viscous and sticky. Highly co...
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Tuesday, February 12, 2013

Summit candy bar?

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In honor of Valentine's Day, I was thinking about chocolate. (I'm a chocoholic, so actually, there's not a day I don't thin...
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Tuesday, December 11, 2012

Blip, blip, ohhhhhh BLIP!

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So high tech. So groovy. So exciting. I mean, look how the red LIGHT EMITTING DIODE (?) flits enticingly across the black screen. What f...
Tuesday, December 4, 2012

Bing bong bang is Boomerang!

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First, can they possibly sing this in a higher key? Dogs listen to this and go deaf. Second, Marni Nixon, the host, really was in the ...
Thursday, October 25, 2012

In a land where the river runs free: you and me

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Sometimes, I miss my childhood so much I could cry. This song is one of those times. The Free to Be You and Me show was hosted by Marl...
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Sunday, July 15, 2012

ABC Afterschool Specials: the gold standard for bad

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You may know that I'm a huge film buff, by which I mean a film snob. More on that on my professional blog , for those of you so inclined...
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Little Brown-Haired Girl (LBHG)
Seattle, Washington, United States
JoAnne Dyer is a freelance editor and writer based in Seattle, Washington. In her free time, JoAnne evangelizes about independent film, blogs about growing up in the 70s, and attempts to make people happy by cooking for them. Her culinary and spiritual home lies in red canyons of Southwest Utah. She has never eaten a Zagnut and wishes you’d ask her why.
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