History Where were you in '62???

Several people mentioned the Cuban Missle Crisis... that seemed so long ago! I remembered we were at a Judo class in Hawaii and it never fazed us that we were at the brink of war - such innocent times. That was about the time when I gave up all my U-control model airplane stuff and made room for more serious stuff - my 55 Chevy.

 

I was 10 years old that summer when my grandparents pulled up to our house in Waukegan, IL in a car they had purchased a few minutes earlier. It was a '62 Impala SS which was yellow with yellow bucket seats. I thought that was the coolest car I had ever seen in my life and I think that was when I first developed an interest in cars. The car was stolen in 1969 and found a few days later completely stripped which devastated my grandmother since my grandfather had died in 1966. I still have the owner's manual from that car with some of their notes written inside it....

 

When these came out. Thay made me High and Hard

 

In 62 my mom was 3 lol

 

In San Jose CA

 

Fairview , Mo. Got married May 5 1962 We had a 1955 Dodge Royal Lancer 2dr ht . White with shaved hood & trunk with duel exhaust . Still married to same women and Just got a 1955 Dodge 2dr ht Coronet to work over !

 

18 years away from being born.

 

I was in the 6th grade...when the old man wasn't kickin' my butt the nuns were. I had just bought a 55 Chevy 210 with a 331 hemi in a basket...hoped that I could get it running by the time I got my driver's license.

 

On a little island called guam, loading B 52s with 1000 lb saps for the first raids on nam.

 

I was 10 years old and playing "racer" in my Dad's 1931 Dodge that was partially disassembled in our garage. I would have to wait three more years until it was mine. Here it is when I was 16.

 

I wasn't born yet, but in 1962 is when my Mom graduated from West Las Vegas HS (New Mexico).... a few months later she married my Dad 12/1/62...still happily married.

This also the year that my 'baby' was rolling off the Assembly Line!

 

Kick'n It, Inside my dads left nut

 

I was born June 1, 1962 which was the 36th birthday of Marilyn Monroe (also Andy Griffith). She never saw another. I only bring this up because I once read a thesis that stated "The Sixties" went from 8/8/1962 to 8/8/1974: burial of Monroe to the resignation of Tricky Dick Nixon. So your theory has a lot of support.

Every old car I have ever owned, pretty much, has been between a '56 or '57 and about a '63 or so. Funny how that has worked out.

 

I'll build on that. I once read a pretty persuasive argument that "The Fifties" began October 14, 1947 when Chuck Yeager broke the sound barrier and ended November 22, 1963 when JFK was assassinated. A period of immense postwar optimism that gave way to resentment and discontent (The Sixties) and later to cynicism and apathy (The Seventies).

Really, though, the transitions are never quite that abrupt.

 

Hey Me too!!!
...with my sister kicking the back of my seat like we were on some kind of cheap flight!

 

I was bottling beer a Falstaff . The hot car of 62 was the 406 Ford . 2 of my friends each had one. Both were tri carb 4 speed. I had just finish engine swapping a Pontiac V-8/Packard tranny into my 40 Hudson coupe. It was a good year.

 

nice

 

K-Town, Germany in Kindergarten.

 

There is no comparison between 1962 and 1974. Just look how the sixties started and how they ended. Just look at the fashion, the cars, the way people behaved. The sixties started out as a clean cut American Graffiti lifestyle and ended as a drug using, free for all sex, careless fashion Easy Rider. Like day and night/

 

Pooping my pants! I was 3!

 

I was a car crazy high school freshman. Life revolved around the local Dari-Delite, Friday night hops and hanging out in the local garage.

 

Hey JMPRO, Ya still have any of these amps? That piggy back looks like an old "Showman" or a "Bandmaster". Heck, those amps and guitars are probably worth more than my hot rod! Great pic!

 

1962? Junior High School ... reading hot rod magazines in study hall when I should have been studying ... just starting to notice girls in a different way ... building model cars ... going to the drags with my older brother on the weekends. That about sums it up. --- Steve ---

 

I was this many years old (holds up 4 fingers). Mom took care of everything, we weren't school age yet, so every day was play and explore. It might have been the year where my two brothers and I went out in the fields to play (small farm) and Mom couldn't find us at lunch time. Just about the time she was starting to really worry, she noticed the grass in the field moving. Looking closer, she could just make out three tow-head tops. The hay in the field was about the same color as our hair and the same height as we were. With some of the other stuff we pulled, I'm amazed she survived us.

 

I was living in Ventura CA. working at R&S Garage on North Ventura Ave. Married with four kids, 26 years old and driving my '46 Ford pickup with nailhead Buick power, a '47 Harley chopper and my DD was a '57 Buick Century. (great car!) Still have the same wife and four kids...(57 years together) Still driving Hotrods!

 

14th& Belmont st. Portland Or. Sophomore in High school with just above failing grades broke and running the streets with my hoodlum friends.

 

9 years old in Jan. of '62. Had two older brothers, my oldest brother was already in to cars, so he and I would walk around the neighborhood looking at all the old cars, half a block from my folks house was a backyard with two pre war Packards and a Model A. We also fixed up junked bicycles to ride, never had a new bike as a kid.

 

Hmmmm, in 62?
I think I went to the prom with my dad and went home with my mom

Just kidding, I wasn't born until spring of 65 so it would have had to been the 1964 prom where the ol man got lucky

Bobby

 

In high school cruising the boulevard in a Model A.

 

Working on B-47's in the Air Force in Louisiana and got married in June and lovin' life.