but Little Golden books about them seemed a bit babyish. I bet that book could turn a nice little profit on ebay today. The 70s and how I spent them have been much on my mind since I passed an idyllic afternoon with my daughter on Saturday. The boys in our family were out and she asked me if I wanted to play a computer game with her. I did, and it was fun, but after a bit I mentioned that we didn't have a computer in the house when I was her age. What did you do with yourself, she wondered. Of course there were books, I told her, and records (like Donny and Shawn's) to play, but it was so beautiful outside, I decided to show her how I spent much of the 1970s al fresco. We jumped rope- "C my name is Christine and my boyfriend's name is Carl, we come from Chicago and we like candy."
We hula hooped. We prepared for careers as hula hooping waitresses.
We blew bubbles and played wiffle ball and laughed a great deal. Eventually we pulled out lawn chairs and decided to read in the shade. I tried in vain to convince her to read a Trixie Belden book. Those kept me busy back in the day. She decided to leave the 1970s behind and continued with her copy of Jeaanne Birdsall's The Penderwicks of Gardam Street. So I followed her lead into 2009 and finished Emma Gilbey Keller's The Comeback (mentioned here yesterday), but I'm thinking I'm going to reread a Trixie Belden myself and maybe Google Shawn Cassidy to see what he's been up to lately.