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Down on Main: 1976

Down on Main: 1976

Main Street, USA in Disneyland, that is, where my friend has captured me on Kodachrome with bell-bottoms billowing and armed with Super-8 camera. I didn't know this photo existed until a few days ago when he and I discovered a cache of slides in a forgotten box at his place. In fact, I'd totally forgotten we'd taken this Southern California road trip at all. Much to his amusement. View full size.

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Those were the days!

That was what "crowded" *used* to look like at Disneyland!

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Anyone who thinks Disneyland is a sign of privilege obviously never grew up in Orange County.

Back in the days Orange County mothers considered Disneyland the cheapest babysitter in town. You could drive right up to the gate to drop them off, admission was almost nothing (when they charged by the ride), and you could leave your kids knowing that The Mouse would see that no harm came to them. For less than what a babysitter charged they could see the parades, the shows and the fireworks, eat dinner, and maybe even ride an "E Ticket" ride like Haunted Mansion or Pirates, and then be out front waiting for a pick-up at 10PM.


Yep, it's the mid-70's!

I was privileged?

Jim Page's mention of Disneyland and World's Fair photos reminded me of a youthful great adventure complete with a lot of touristy stuff on the way.

My dad got a job in California in 1964 and we literally traveled coast to coast. Two weeks, two cars, one in tow and three kids, 9 (me, almost 10!), 5 and 10 months old. And the original Route 66 from IL to CA.

In that summer of '64 we visited the New York World's Fair and Disneyland. Plus Sea World. I had no idea I was "privileged".

Our Ramblers

In Rambler Club

Yup learned on a Rambler. My grandmother's rather new 66 Rambler American. To my relief an automatic. The only stress was on a windey back road driving at 50 and my grandmother asking why I was driving so slow and to "punch it a little".

(Music) Cue the Kodak Commercial

"But there is a roll of Ektachrome 160 in it!"

tterrace - You mean the roll of film is in the camera? With some exposed frames? I want to see what you have there.

When I was about 13, I found an old camera with a partially shot roll of B&W film in it. When I had it processed, it turned out to be baby pics of yours truly.

The Fifth Yorkshireman

A Rambler? Luxury! The first car I ever "drove" was a '36 Chevy, and that was in about '72. Scared some poor lady half to death, along with my dad. I was not allowed behind the wheel again until I had completed the driver education class at school. The old Chevy was actually our family car for a summer but it had a Pontiac V8, automatic, and power steering so I have no excuse or complaints.

Keep those pictures coming, guys. This site is amazing in more ways than one.


Not sure when going to Disneyland became a symbol of privilege, but anyway... We also had many a car of, how shall we say, modest aspirations, including a '57 Rambler which left the 3 on the tree shift lever in my dad's hand when he shifted into 1st to leave a light. Guy behind us blew his horn one time too many, and Dad (stressed by 5 kids and recalcitrant autos) got out and angrily brandished the shift lever at him... while we all laughed in the back seat, fueling his ire. Good times.

You had a Nizo 800?

Cool camera, did you do any stop motion?
I had only had a kodak M28 no frame speed adjusting at all we had to just blip the trigger and hope for not too many frames...

[A friend and I once made a "cartoon" with it via single-frame exposure. I had two Nizos; outwardly they were identical, but now I've forgotten what the upgrade was and when I did it. I just checked the camera - it's been stored away in that camera bag since the 1980s - and I can't find a model number. But there is a roll of Ektachrome 160 in it! -tterrace]

39 Years Ago

I seem to recall at one time your family had a Hudson, before the Rambler. The Rambler is gone as is Super 8, however "we" are still here, 39 years later.

Not enough!

As one who always wanted to go to Disneyland, and didn't get to go, I like these photos. I also like '60s World's Fair photos, if anyone has any laying around they'd like to share!

My only complaint against the otherwise stylin' tterrace is that he isn't wearing one of those black caps with the ears on them, which I also always wanted as a kid.

I'm kind of in the Rambler club, as I learned to drive a manual transmission-- on the steering column-- in an older faded-blue Rambler station wagon belonging to a neighbor. It survived my inept attempts at shifting, which I thought was rather remarkable. Learning that one must KEEP THE CLUTCH PEDAL DEPRESSED while shifting was the key to my eventual success and much less noisy.


To Radiodale; Oops, your condescension is showing and it ain't pretty
To tterrace; for some reason some people have to make mean stupid comments, I'm enjoying the change of style (1970s) mixed in w/the awesome (but usual) vintage stuff. --many thanks for a great site.

Oh for crying out loud.

Please keep posting these pictures, tterrace. Most of us love seeing them.

I can't imagine why some people think they need to whine about the content of their free entertainment. If you don't like a particular picture or set of pictures, move on to the next one!

Bicentennial couture

Wow, I remember chambray shirts with floral printed yokes and cuffs, as I was wearing those to high school in 1976, along with Qiana shirts, which when worn in a cold wind felt like a wet rag against your skin. Oh, and I learned to drive in a Rambler, a '66 American 440. We liked our Rambler.

Amazing Case

I have that case! It was my grandfather's, and it was branded to accompany the Stereo-Realist 3-D camera that he acquired back in the 1950's. It took two half frame images with lenses about 3 inches apart.


Please do not publish the entire box of slides. We know you grew up privileged.

[My father was a grocery clerk; our family car was a Rambler. And I grew up in clothes from Montgomery Ward. -tterrace]

[On the other hand, there's nothing wrong with "growing up privileged." - Dave]

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