Unfortunately, the few pictures that I have of my bedroom in the 60’s are currently residing in Sedona. But let’s see what I can remember…

One picture was taken right after a teen travel tour that I went on in 1967. Yes, it was The Summer of Love, and I was in San Francisco for a few days. I came home with a poster for an upcoming Vanilla Fudge concert at the Filmore West, and put it over my desk. This constituted the beginning of my hippie period and I continued decorating with a lava lamp, black light, strobe candles and assorted other posters.

My room definitely went through phases — surfer dudes, cowboys and horses, Beatles. Ah, the stuff of fantasy. More long-lasting were my stuffed animals and book collection, several of which I still have. (Anyone remember Trixie Belden?)

And my board games — Lie Detector, Clue, Monopoly, Bridg-It. I was constantly rearranging all of my collections, which definitely was an activity I’ve carried into the present. Back then I had a collection of small ceramic dogs; now I have larger ceramic dogs. I loved music then and now, although today an ipod substitutes for stacks of ’45s. In my mind’s eye I can see piles of Supergirl comics, along with issues of Mad and Teen Magazines .

It’s always been important to me to look around a see a reflection of who I am at the present moment. Back then I surrounded myself with things that I thought were beautiful, made me laugh, and inspired me. Not too much has changed as far as that is concerned.

How about you?

One Response to "What my bedroom said"

  1. Tina Clark

    August 9, 2007

    When I think about my teenage room, I know it stayed tidy. My mom had successfully instilled the fear factor in me. I vividly remember the posters of Don Johnson and John Stamos and Jon Bon Jovi. Posters that friends would have given to me because I know there would not have been the money nor would anyone have granted me the permission to buy a teen magazine. I also probably cut pictures from The National Enquirer or the TV Guide. (Highly important magazines to be read but never was a newspaper purchased.) So there was the beginnings of my fascination with the Famous which I still have as an adult.

    I remember music being a big part of my life from early on. Music from the radio. Music that changed with my mom’s interest. Being born in 1971, I remember disco / rock music. Then mom switched to country. Eventually in my room would have been a second hand record player / stereo that my dad gave me as a birthday present. The gray cover to the record player had one corner missing and the little plastic piece to the volume control was gone. But it was mine. I listened to whatever I could pick up on the radio stations or the few 33’s and 45’s that I had. Once I even had a record from the back of a Rice Krispies box – you know the singers: Snap, Crackle and Pop?

    Music became my great escape because I hadn’t really discovered books yet. I still need my music and books but more for pleasure than escaping this wonderful life I live today.

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