Archive for the ‘Flashbacks’ Category

Filling In The Blanks.


2012
02.07

Fellow ’70s/’80s retro-activist 2 Warps To Neptune has gotten me started on a conversation regarding the remarkable difference between box cover art on old video games and the actual game play and appearance. An excellent example, as discussed on his blog, would be that of Atari’s Asteroids game for the Atari 2600. Here’s the box art and a screenshot of the game below.

The funny thing is, though, as a 10–11 yr. old boy shopping the Toys ‘R’ Us shelves for Atari games back then (1980–’81), this magnificent box art was what caught my eye (and had me promising my dad I’d get straight A’s on my next report card if he bought it for me), even though I knew full well that the actual game would look nothing like it. How about Missile Command?

Check out that box art! Huge, menacing ICBMs incoming and outgoing, and a cataclysmic fiery explosion! Heck, the “missile commander” even has a hot assistant! But the screenshot? The fiery explosion is nothing more than a blocky golf ball, and the vapor trail a jaggy pixelated streak. But I still spent countless hours on this game, imagining I was the sole defender of six cities, whose millions of innocent lives depended on my instincts and split-second decisions under immense pressure. I still remember seeing the box at Toys ‘R’ Us, with a price tag of $39.99 with a vinyl ticket-holder beneath it, from which I had to fetch a ticket to bring with me to the counter to purchase the game (yes, security measures were intact).

How was this possible? In the days long before the hyper-realistic graphics now standard in home video games, us youngsters simply “filled in the blanks” with our home entertainment systems, connecting our own cosmic fantasies with the pixelated graphics presented on the screen. And it worked. I’m sure you’ll hear countless testimonies from other ’70s kids.

Incidentally, this threw me even further back, to my pre-Atari days of handheld LED electronic games, specifically Mattel Electronics Basketball, which I used to play religiously in ’78–’80, often until the unit’s plastic casing was blazing hot from being held in my palms for so long. Here’s an even more extreme example of box vs. in-game art.

Yes, those tiny red LED blips on the court were indeed basketball players, and I (the brightest of the LEDs) struggled against these defenders for 2-point and even 3-point shots from Downtown.

A more popular handheld game amongst my friends was Mattel Electronics Football, which some kids would smuggle to school to play secretly at recess instead of real sports like kickball or 4-square.

Oh, and when Coleco came out with a 2-player version? Dood, it was on. We re-enacted our own Super Bowls on a daily basis. How’s that for filling in the blanks, huh?

I remember in 5th Grade (1981), these handheld electronic games were so popular and prevalent on the schoolyard that the teachers banned them from school.

Geez. Would you believe that while I Googled the above images, I discovered iPhone apps by touchgrove that replicate these games down to every last detail—even a price sticker on the box??!

Aw heck, there’s even the 2-player Football for the iPad???

I’m actually totally speechless to how they were able to replicate these in such amazing detail. But, as virtual as they are, for me there still is no substitute for the tactile feel of the real handheld game—from the audible, noisy frenzied clicks of the buttons to the distinct glow of the LED lights, which allowed me to play the game in the complete darkness of my room, long after my parents thought I was asleep. Nevertheless, the folks over at Touchgrove sure know how to market themselves to us ’70s kids. Wow.

The Busch Gardens Skyrail


2012
01.26

Lately the internet’s been a gold mine for recovering long-lost treasured memories of my childhood. One particularly awesome find is this old postcard of Van Nuys Busch Gardens’ Skyrail back in its heyday (thanks to Vintage Disneyland Tickets).

The question of the universe: Why did they shut the Skyrail down?

I went to Busch Gardens a couple of times as a kid in the ’70s, but sadly the only real memories that I have of it are a lake, flamingos, a bird show, and my dad and uncles being happy that there was free beer (I’m certain the free beer is what convinced dads to spend “quality time” with their families there on the weekends).

The only way I remember the Skyrail, though, is seeing it abandoned and “frozen” in its tracks throughout the early ’80s, each time we passed the facility on the 405 Freeway.

Literally, there was one solitary train eerily hanging from its rails, devoid of passengers, on one random curved section of track high up against a building. Each time I saw it, I would trace the track it would have traveled on, noticing how it snaked around the brewery and even inside it!

Eventually, the abandoned attraction became a strange obsession of mine as I attempted to peer through its shroud of mystery. For one, how could I have not ever been on that ride, knowing that my parents always took full advantage of L.A.’s amusement parks in my childhood? Its design was so classic and awesome—Why did they close it down? And, why did they keep the tracks—and a whole train—up if for so many years, if they weren’t ever planning to open it back up again?

The Skyrail Station in its better days. I would've loved this when I was a kid.

Property of Peopletron

There had to be someone else I knew who had the same questions. I began to ask my friends about it in junior high and even through high school, and nearly everyone, except perhaps the biggest nerds, could give a rat’s ass about some “stupid abandoned train hanging over some stupid brewery in the stupid valley.”

Finally, I was able to get some kind of answer from my folks, who said they’d heard that somebody had fallen to their death from the monorail as it toured the inside of the brewery. I’m supposing it caused such a scandal that they just shut it down. I could just see it now, though—shocked and terrified onlookers with the signature gasps of sudden fright and the blood-curdling horrific female scream as they see someone plummet to the ground. That monorail was pretty high up, so I’m sure it wasn’t a pretty sight if that had actually occurred.

Interestingly, I found an old Busch Gardens thread from 2005 in which one comment gave a somewhat chilly insight to the “dark side” of the Skyrail:

Another memory I have is that every so often the brewrey tour monorails would somehow jump the track and de-rail. YIKES! Especially since they were the hanging type of monorail. I remember them being controlled by the tour guide/driver so maybe they were always going too fast around the curves when they should have been slower.

Meanwhile, on a happier note, I’ve found more pictures of Busch Gardens which have blown away more cobwebs in the attic of my mind:

Busch Gardens Van Nuys, CA

Property of Patricksmercy on Flickr.com

This picture totally unearthed a long-lost memory of me seeing—and even posing for a picture with—that eagle mascot, who strolled the grounds alongside the other exotic birds around the lake. Funny how some memories virtually disappear until something conjures them back into existence. Strange indeed, how our brains function.

I chuckle every time I see that picture. Friendly Greeter. Is there an Unfriendly Greeter at the other entrance?

It just so happens that Patricksmercy (in whose collection the above photo resides) rode the Skyrail back in its heyday, and was more than happy to share his experience with us here on Lefty Limbo. As he recalls:

It was fun! My Catholic School St. Augustine took us on a field trip there, two classrooms of 2nd graders in school uniforms with two Nun escorts and a couple of mothers. The Sky Rail took us through the various plants showing the beer being processes step by step as we viewed from the sky rail.

Thanks, Patricksmercy, for sharing your delightful story of the Skyrail in happier days. Yet the darkside beckons ever so pervasively, so off I go once again to dig for evidence…

Totally Spaced Out: Stage 2.


2012
01.09

I’ve been meaning to post pics of my travels to the furthest reaches of outer space, after finally visiting Rocketship Park in Torrance late last summer.

You may remember my discovery of this park in a previous post, while on a typical ’70s child rant that “they just don’t make ‘em like they used to.” In this case I was referring to the disappearance of the infamous “Rocketship Playgrounds,” which were almost standard issue for Westside L.A. parks of the ’70s. Lo and behold, a quick flick of Flickr (now populated with my own photos) would reveal that there was still a standing rocket in Torrance, CA. So you know that I brought my family out there at Warp Speed.

Rocketship Park: Preserved

It was truly an awesome sight to behold. Yes, there it stood, a real live rocket, towering in all its gleaming galvanized steel glory, complete with that funky musty steel smell that I remember so well from my childhood (just grab hold of the hand rails then smell your hands afterwards, and you’ll know what I’m talking about).

This was truly a cosmic experience for both myself and my kid, who finally got a chance to be on top of the world—nothing has topped this gargantuan in height. For all you Westside ’70s kids who, like me, had thought that playground rockets had blasted off our planet ages ago, this rocket will surely send you into Hyperspace.

Rocketship Park: Stage Two

Funny, I don’t remember them wrapping that third stage in the fencing material back in the day. I’m sure that was a later addition for added safety. Heh. Safety. Whoever thought of that back in the ’70s? I sure didn’t.

Rocketship Park: Slide to Earth

Dood, look at that slide from the second stage. I bet you anyone who grew up in the ’70s (or earlier) can fondly relate to these memories:

  • In the summer, the slide was the perfect mirror to blind you with the sun’s reflection
  • At the same time, the slide itself also got as hot as the sun; the perfect way to sear your legs while wearing those ’70s corduroy short-shorts
  • Some kids found the perfect way to make the slide faster—by scooping up sand and pouring it down the slide from the top
  • Other kids, mostly younger diaper-wearing ones, found ways to make the slide not so fast—by making sticky skid marks on them with their pee or poop-filled leaking diapers. Either that, or there was some other mystery bodily fluid that added that undesirable speed bump on the steel (spit, snot, etc.)

Luckily that afternoon, the weather conditions were perfect for launch, so my boy gave it a shot.

Rocketship Park: Splashdown

I’ll tell you one thing, I’m glad the City of Torrance never knocked this thing down. Heck, with a name like Rocketship Park I should hope not, but with all the bureaucratic politics and increased safety standards, I wonder how much of a fight they have to put up…to keep it up. Note to City: If you ever want to scrap it, don’t. Just give it to me and I’ll put it in my backyard.

Meanwhile, here’s Greg ascending through the stages. Keep in mind that this ship really is made for kids, so if you’ve grown considerably since your childhood (I haven’t), you may have some difficulty passing through these “airlocks.” I barely fit through them myself, and younger astronauts around me looked at me like I was crazy.

Rocketship Park: Down The Hatch

Once in the nose, who could resist taking the helm of this massive missile? Not Greg.

Rocketship Park: Cruise Control

Actually, here’s a wider shot of that steering wheel. Who would’ve known that a rocketship would use a Three On The Tree transmission? American-made, son.

Rocketship Park: Power Steering

Here am I sitting in a tin can, far above the world…ok, it doesn’t look like much from this shot, but it sure is nice (and windy) up in the nose cone.

Rocketship Park: High Above The World

A bonus added attraction to our Rocketship Park visit was their Lunar Lander, which sat patiently nearby. I actually had more fun photographing this celestial sentry, with all its fittings that just screamed ’60s and ’70s.

Rocketship Park: Lander and Rocket

You may recognize this to be the long-lost sibling to another Lunar Lander which I had the joy to meet when I was 6 yrs. old. It’s too bad it’s lost all it’s original markings, but it’s still a genuine surviving lander, nonetheless.

Rocketship Park: Lunar Lander Ladder

Yes, my earthly mortals, there was enough geek fodder on this tiny little platform for me to reminisce of a time when I could travel light years away just by taking a trip to the local park. It’s ironic that this aged, antique playground equipment is still way advanced in innovation and imagination compared to any of the plastic, über-safe stuff that’s occupied our playgrounds today.

Rocketship Park: Lunar Lander Entry Chute

It took awhile for Greg to really appreciate the structure; he’s much more of a Muscle Car and Monster Truck enthusiast, but eventually he caught on to some otherworldly charms, as soon as he climbed aboard.

Rocketship Park: Lunar Lander Portal

Check out this crazy thing. I mean, it’s really just a cylinder with some pipe fittings sticking out of it. But in context, the possibilities are infinite.

Rocketship Park: Lunar Lander Spotter

Rocketship Park: Lunar Lander Spotter

Here’s the li’l astronaut himself, doing a systems check.

Rocketship Park: Lunar Lander Spotter

Once again, the almighty universal idea that any vehicle or craft can be maneuvered by none other than a steering wheel. This disc actually did spin, by the way.

Rocketship Park: Lunar Lander Steering Wheel

By far, though, my favorite accessory of this spacecraft was its “radar dish,” which allowed us to scan a 360-degree radius of the city, in search for intelligent life forms.

The urge for me to emit sonar “ping” sounds was irresistible as I scanned the landscape, while the steel column responded with a series of metallic groans and squeals. How many beings had done this same search before me? I may never know.

Rocketship Park: Lunar Lander Radar

To my surprise, after some moments I received faint yet distinct signals; intermittent beeps that transmitted coordinates of other playground rockets in faraway lands.

We are not alone.

Anchorage, Alaska (by -bossco-)

Vintage Playground

Eastlake, Michigan (by EEEasterling)

Rocketship

Spokane, Washington (by RocketHorse)

Playground Rocketship

Macomb, Illinois (by elonmellen)

FSCN4651

Richardson, Texas (by kates_photography)

Rocketship

At the North/South Carolina border (by defekto)—this is a rare specimen indeed

COSMIC PLAYGROUND

Montrose, Chicago (IL) (by randoymwalks)

rocket

Ada, Oklahoma (by sevargmt)

Rocket 1

Tifton, Georgia (by esposetta)

Rocket in the park

Minneapolis, Minnesota (by janna banna)

Central Park

Fremont, Indiana (by shershe)

Rocketship Park

Summer Hill, Sydney (Australia) – note the design difference! (by Aliceblueblazes)

to the moon!

Update: The above were taken from results within a Flickr.com search. Little did I know that when I ventured outside the bounds of the Flickr universe—and into the Google quadrant, I would have yet more encounters with an entirely new salvo of rockets, in a broad spectrum of longevity and decay. I’ll present those in my next post. Stay tuned.

Love and Rockets.


2011
12.25

Saturn V liftoff (most likely Apollo 11 mission)

The latest addition from That ’70s Box, this one circa 1979. Definitely inspired by a National Geographic issue covering the Apollo 11 mission, and even more so, the infamous filmed footage of the Apollo 11 liftoff, as seen below on YouTube:

Rockets were simply awe-inspiring to me as a kid—from the real thing to the down-to-earth playground version—and to this day, it’s still amazing to me now how something so massive can generate enough thrust to push it all the way into space. Watch that footage yourself and you’ll see what I mean. See all that fire in the beginning of the clip? Can you imagine how much freakin’ propulsion power that is? Crazy.

In earlier renditions of this launch (circa 1976–77), I used to think that the rocket actually broke free from the tower, violently wresting itself from the various hoses and miscellaneous girder-wrapped connections that held onto it. You could see how I probably misinterpreted the images beginning at :34 onwards, especially around :48 when the ice chunks are seen falling—I thought those were pieces of metal and machinery.

School Sucks! Pee Chee Folder Art From The ’70s and ’80s


2011
12.22

Something I’ve rediscovered lately, thanks to Facebook (of all places), are Pee Chee folders, which were supremely iconic of my ’70s and ’80s childhood, not necessarily because of what they were, but because of what kids turned them into.

Pee Chee Folder Art: A Blank Canvas (front)

At first glance, they were innocent, simple folders, whose illustrations (by Francis Golden) hoped to motivate the average student with exciting images of athletes in game-winning action—from the female tennis player frozen in an ace serve, to a football player soaring in mid-air, crushing his adversary in a touchdown attempt, to a group of runners, with one man clearly in the lead, his face filled with confidence and determination.

Mead (the manufacturer of Pee Chee folders) probably had the same intent as any other school-supply manufacturer: Make the kids happy and proud to be in school.

Instead, however, in most cases the Pee Chee folder became an instant billboard to reflect the complete opposite—that school was, indeed, the furthest thought from a student’s mind.

Pee Chee Folder Art: "2.25"

I would dare say that anyone who grew up in Los Angeles in the ’70s and ’80s would regard the Pee Chee folder as a pure icon of their school daze, with fond recall of the hilarious, mischievous and often demented artistic expressions which young, bored and angst-ridden students subjected those poor athletes to.

I myself have started a Flickr group devoted to the preservation of this folk art, and have been scouring the web for surviving specimens. I’ll be highlighting my favorite finds here on Lefty Limbo, so stay tuned.

In the meantime, I encourage all of you ’70s and ’80s kids to dig into your closet/basement/attic/trash/someone else’s trash for these long lost treasures, and post them up before they’re gone forever. Rock on.

Epic Battle in Widescreen Format


2011
12.01

The Epic Battle (widescreen format!)

(Circa 1976–’78, 6–8 yrs. old) Above is probably the best example of how I exploited the dot-matrix printer sheets that my mom would bring home from the UCLA library where she worked in the ’70s. Once again, courtesy of That ’70s Box which has been a seemingly bottomless pit of drawings from my childhood.

The virtually endless canvas allowed me to create detailed battle scenes such as this one, filled with all the horror and glory of warfare, seen through the eyes of a lad whose dad exposed him to epic WWII films at an early, early age. I can still recall making the various weapon and vehicle noises while I drew, from the chatter of machine gun fire to the droning prop engines of the bombers flying overhead, peppered with the “BOOOZZHHHH!!” of tank turret rounds. It was great fun.

It’s too bad Flickr wouldn’t let me maintain a large size which would allow one to scroll through the scenery. So instead, I had to rescan highlights of the vista for your viewing pleasure. Do enjoy, nevertheless.

Epic Battle: Detail 1 (of 9)

Yup, it’s typically no contest between a jeep and a tank. What strikes me most about this scene though is the meticulous detail I put into the soldier’s skeleton. It’s one thing to show the vehicle’s destruction, but the skeletal remains of its driver, stripped completely of its flesh? I was more macabre than I thought.

Epic Battle: Detail 2 (of 9)

Wow, I even drew his teeth? I really did want to expose the grim reality of war after all. Funny, to this day I find the topic of our death and mortality the most fascinating of all.

Epic Battle: Detail 4 (of 9)

One distinct detail I found myself drawn to in the WWII movies was the swastika, whose emblem became synonymous with “the bad guys”…and in this battle, they clearly weren’t winning…note below though, on the plane’s left wing, it looks as though I’d originally planned to make it an American aircraft (see the beginning of a USAF symbol).

Epic Battle: Detail 5 (of 9)

Still wonder how I could spend so much time drawing that skeleton, then only put in half the effort on these “living” soldiers. Hmm. Shouldn’t have turned your back on that approaching bomber there, mister.

Epic Battle: Detail 3 (of 9)

Epic Battle: Detail 8 (of 9)

Man, this guy really bit it, bigtime. Getting hit by both a bomber and a tank at the same time? That had to hurt, even if for a fraction of a second. I laugh when I imagine that huge bomber going in at an extremely low level just to get that dood. “Take that!” The ghosted image of Darth Vader (drawn on the other side of the sheet) appears to look on with approval.

Epic Battle: Detail 9 (of 9)

Last but not least, don’t forget to pull the pin before throwing the grenade.

Epic Battle: Detail 7 (of 9)

Enterprising.


2011
11.24

uss_enterprise

One of the most impressionable photographs for me in the ’70s (aside from the infamous Farrah Fawcett poster) was this huge fold-out centerfold spread of the USS Enterprise in an old 1964 issue of National Geographic. My dad had a ton of those old yellow-jacketed magazines laying around, and it was only a matter of time before I discovered that particular one.

And boy, was it a discovery indeed. I would spend hours just daydreaming over that picture; imagining myself on the flight deck, walking amidst and touching those fighter jets, or wondering how jacked it would be to fall off that deck into the sea. Needless to say, it definitely had an influence on the subject of my drawings for quite some time—especially Einstein’s formula for kinetic energy, the very first, if not the only, mathematical equation my little mind took interest in.

The date courtesy of my dad, whom I’m 1000% sure was by my side (I was about to turn 6 yrs. old) dictating to me the month, day and year. He was totally insistent on me dating and signing every single piece of art I created. I remember rolling my eyes constantly and begrudgingly doing so when I was a kid, but now I’m happy to find treasures like this that mark a very specific instance in my wonder years.

The Revell Javelin SST


2011
11.16

One of the most unusual, yet extremely precious finds in the clutter of my childhood is this unopened Revell model kit of a Javelin SST.

Revell Javelin SST unopened MIB: Front panel

Not that I even know what a Javelin is, but what makes it valuable is the memory of my dad collecting model kits by the dozens when I was a tiny li’l shrimp (3–5 yrs. old). I vividly remember sitting in the shopping cart while my dad wiped store shelves clean of model kits and HO scale trains that were on clearance, piling all these curious cardboard boxes on top of me while I looked on.

Back in the early to mid-’70s, the department stores we frequented most on the Westside were Fedco, Zodys, and Two Guys. I think Two Guys was my dad’s favorite though; he recalls a time when they were blowing out AHM and Tyco HO train cars at $.50 a pop. Speaking of which, this model here was only $.79 at Radio Shack of all places.

Revell Javelin SST unopened MIB: Left panel

I wonder how long it took for the artist to paint these illustrations. I would imagine much longer than it takes someone to crank something out these days.

Revell Javelin SST unopened MIB: Top panel

You may be wondering if I’m ever going to put this up on Ebay. Heck no. I have been tempted to open it and even build it, but then I knew for sure I’d regret it if I did. Meanwhile, someone did sell one online for 69 Euros ($93 USD).

Revell Javelin SST unopened MIB: Bottom panel

Wow, I just noticed the ©1971 notation on the panel above. Did he get this one when I was only 1 year old? I wonder if being exposed to models at such an early age got me into all that stuff and made me the geek I am today. Thanks, Dad.

Revell Javelin SST unopened MIB: Right panel

Fedco Lives!


2011
11.02

Of all the cool things I’ve caught on YouTube lately, this short but sweet home video of good ol’ Fedco really brought back some great memories. It was taken in 1984—a little later than my heyday (which was probably more like 1976–1981, when I practically lived in their toy section)—but it still gives a rare glimpse into the heart of one of the most beloved and frequented department stores of my childhood. Since replaced by a Target, Fedco has vanished into the mist, but thanks to this video, Fedco Lives!

I Wanna Be An Asteroid For Halloween.


2011
10.29

With Halloween around the corner, I’ve thought about what I want to dress up as. But with all my energy and time funneled into my mini-me, dressing up this year is simply out of the question.

Meanwhile, I have had some time to reflect on how it used to be going Trick-or-Treating back in the ’70s and ’80s when I was a kid. Back then, unless a kid was totally imaginative and original, they’d end up with a store-bought 2-piece costume which consisted of a plastic face mask (held in place by an elastic string) and a rubbery “smock” which wrapped around the body like an apron, tied in the back with a drawstring.


Plaid Stallions has always regaled me with the best pop-culture snapshots of the ’70s and ’80s, and in the Halloween costume department, they’ve struck gold once again with the 1981 Collegeville Costumes Catalog.

Man! What I would’ve done to be a caped Kraken (at left, bottom right costume) from Clash of the Titans, one of my favorite movies that year! Geez.

Yes, costumes have come a far way in both quality (and price) since then. Kids these days are treated to some great costumes which are both comfortable and realistic. Back in the day, that “smock-n-mask” combo was pretty much the standard, and the best costumes were usually the ones depicting the most popular characters of the time.

So what about the not-so-popular characters? Retrocrush’s Worst Halloween Costumes Of All Time has perhaps the best sampling I’ve seen of vintage costumes that make me say WTF(!) Funny thing is, they’re so classically bad that if one was to wear them now, they’d be a hit. C’mon, who wouldn’t want to be Asteroid for Halloween, huh? =)

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