Memory Monday
My Central American sojourn spanned my life from age two to seven, and was contained entirely in the 1970’s. I guess there were some things we could get in the United States that we couldn’t get in Honduras, like apples that actually tasted good, but other things were totally transferrable:
My parents had this friend, I guess, named Polly Esther. It seemed like everybody knew her, but I never met her myself. I definitely remember asking who she was once or twice, and I don’t remember anyone laughing (amazingly), but I also don’t remember any answers to my satisfaction. My parents referred to her all the time it seemed, but I couldn’t figure out why they kept talking about her pants.
Or why my dad was wearing them. (American pants, people. Not British pants.)
My dad had this pair of spectacular polyester trousers which I called his “candycane pants.” This was because they had red-and-white vertical stripes. They were thin stripes, but not pin-stripes, and they were ridged like corduroy kind of, but not. The red stripes were not an overly brilliant red, but still. I can’t imagine . . . well, anyone I know, really . . . wearing anything like that ever again. Daddy also had a pretty impressive moustache.
My mother, for her part, had a turquoise pair of polyester trousers, and they made this kind of squeaky swooshing sound when she walked.
Actually, in those days, all grown-ups seemed to make that noise when they walked. I think my red trousers with Tweety Bird on the knee were made of polyester, too, and I remember trying to make that sound when I walked but I could never do it. Pretty sure I could now, though.
I know. You’re distracted. You’ve been over polyester for the last 60 seconds because you really want to see a better picture of my dad’s moustache. Stand back, everyone . . .
Must have been a tough winter, look at the size of that Wooly Bear.
😀
Yeah. Winters in Honduras were always rough . . .
The ‘stache! Very Magnum PI!
Heh. True!
My dad had one of those fab mustaches back in the 80s. Classy times…
SO classy. Maybe next week I’ll write about my trauma when he shaved it off…
We all looked like that in the 70s!! Great photos! Loved this post Jenn, but glad those days of polyester have long gone…I hope 😉
I dunno. I kinda want ’em back. 🙂
Ha ha!! 😉
It was a tacky era–but it was kind of a happy tacky. At least the bit that I get nostalgic about… 🙂
Good grief, polyester pants! Do you remember that the stuff would MELT at the merest brush with high heat? Like from being put through the dryer? Or a cigarette ash falling on them? Everyone I knew who wore them had itty bitty holes in them from something or other. Ah the things we forget! BTW, Dad’s stache ROCKED!
Haha! How could I remember any of that stuff? I was, like, three. 😉
You young rascal! Sigh – I was in my early 20’s and really “into” all that polyester. We thought it looked modern and cool. Gah!
Now it looks retro and cool. 😉
Ahh, the 70’s! The only thing that beat the clothes was the hair!
Definitely.
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