Perusing my vintage magazines- A look at 1971



So today we are going to take a look at October 1971. Why? Well because I happen to have a Woman’s Day Magazine from October 1971. And rather than leave it collecting dust under my bed, I’ve decided to pull it out and make everyone remember.

Well maybe some of you remember. The rest of you will just have to take my word for it.

The year 1971 rocked. Some highlights?

In the year 1971, you could buy the latest sports coupe- a Datsun 1200 for the mere price of $1,866.00. Brand shiny new and right off the show room floor.

The price to mail a letter? Eight cents.
Of course if you needed your letter to get there faster, 1971 was the year Federal Express began.

For Disney fans (and you know who you are)- Walt Disney World opens in Florida.

Films: Love Story, The French Connection, The Andromeda Strain
Music: Knock Three Times, by Tony Orlando and Dawn, Me and Bobby McGee by Janis Joplin, Rod Stewart- Maggie Mae

…Wake up Maggie I think I got something to say to you…..

TV: Mary Tyler Moore, The Odd Couple, The Partridge Family

Apollo 14 lands on the moon…

…It’s late September and I really should be back at school…

And invention-wise- we have the hand-held calculator. I remember my father bringing one home for us to see. A bit bigger than what we might consider hand-held, it cost quite a bit of money and did little more than add, subtract and divide. But we thought it was magic.

…You led me away from home, just to save you from being alone…

And somewhere out there, the invention that would totally change our social and business lives forever. Email was invented.

Okay now that the tune “Maggie Mae” is stuck in your head… It is isn’t it? Ha! We will move onto our magazine.

Oh that darn Madge! Go in for a perfectly innocent manicure and here she is saving a few bucks by soaking your hands in dishwashing detergent. And everyone lets her! Personally, I try to avoid passive aggressive nail techs. If she’s gonna soak your hands in detergent, what will she do if you needed something waxed? I don’t even want to think about that…

Let’s look at the interior design in 1971. Here we have a room that is saturated in oranges and green. Way to go with the complimentary colors. Only my eyes don’t agree to the complimentary thing. In my early years, I had a traumatic experience with an orange crayon. I’ve never been the same since. So I generally do not decorate in orange. But I’ll steel myself and we’ll look at this room for a moment.

We have shag carpeting going on here in it’s orange-ness, orangey chairs, orange blinds and looky there- for that coveted “unfinished construction look” we have orange tinted plywood hanging from the walls! You know the great thing about shag was the fact that if you dropped something and didn’t feel like picking it up, you could just rub it in and no-one would be the wiser. The bad thing about shag was if you dropped something and wanted to find it.

The orange chairs remind me of one very similar that my dad brought home from a flea market years ago. He was so proud of that find! He sat it proudly in the center of the room and rocked back and forth on his heels waiting expectantly for all the oohs and ahhs. We looked at it for a moment, then looked at him to see if he was actually joking. “You do know that chair is orange?” we asked. Mom smiled sweetly and suggested a wonderful place to put it. And it lived in the basement for the rest of it’s orange life. Mom always won when it came to design. Thankfully. I couldn’t handle the trauma…

Had enough of the orange? I know I have.  I’ll have to go back to therapy after that ordeal.  How about a pink kitchen? While it is definitely better than orange, I’m afraid my husband might have an issue with this particular color choice for the kitchen. You have to admit it has an eye-catching appeal.

But he would have to give up his “Man Card” if he was caught doing so much as getting a glass of iced tea from that pink refrigerator.

The Manly-Man Society that he has been a proud member of since his early twenties would be ringing the doorbell and demanding his credentials.

And we certainly can’t have that, can we?

To add to the fabulous pink like decor, we have a lighted pineapple centerpiece. Now how often have I thought, “if I just had a lighted pineapple centerpiece, this house would be a home!” Too often, I tell you.  The article reads, “When the light shimmers through the true to life color of the pineapple, you can almost hear the surf at Waikiki. Each fruit is so real you’ll be tempted to take a bite!” Yep, I can see that happening. Something about the glow of a 60 watt lightbulb just makes my mouth water.  We should probably put a note on it for guests.  Wouldn’t want anyone to get hurt would we?

Speaking of tasty treats, what have we here? “Surprising Frosted Salmon Loaf”. Well, I’m certainly surprised. It matches the kitchen. Now if the husband isn’t willing to give up his “Man Card” for iced tea, he’s certainly not going to sit down to a pink meatloaf. Frankly, neither would I.  But the amazing thing here is it is a full meal on one plate!  The “frosting” on this thing is created with mashed potatoes and egg yolk. The pink interior is comprised of (3) 1 lb. cans of flaked salmon, 4 eggs, milk and spices. For fruits and veggies, we have cherry tomatoes and lemon wedges.  Yummm… All those eggs going on, we have a pink version of hardening of the arteries here. Oh, and gum for dessert.

Well apparently 1971 was the year of vibrant colors and well-lighted fruit. So we will make a short stop in the craft section, because this is a craft blog after all. And looky here, we have crochet!

This is Princess Leia in her crazy hippie teen years.  Her name was Patchouli-Windsong, and fresh out of Woodstock, she spent several years hitch-hiking along the interstates, smoking foreign substances, dancing to pyschedelic rock, and eating nuts and berries.  No pink meatloaf for her.

I hear she even had to do ten days in jail for streaking through the Super Bowl Stadium.  “Making the news wearing just her tennis shoes”.

Then apparently, she inherited a kingdom somewhere, changed her name, became famous and totally changed her look.  Looks pretty innocent doesn’t she?

Hey, Princess, you aren’t fooling anyone here.  We got your number…

Sorry, Mr. Vader, I thought you knew.

May the force be with us all…


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  • Delicia {"D"} Ambrosino January 19, 2017, 2:15 pm

    Those of us who were “in” back then were of a mind to roll with the flow. It was a time of just “being” The colors of orange and green represented the colors of nature. The rose colors of love {of course} and where do most people congregate often in the kitchen at the table…or at least they use to until life became so expensive and busy that it has now become , “the family that works together gets to stay together”. As for the pineapple well, pineapple has a meaning all it’s own-warmth, hospitality, welcome…all centered around the “Peace” mindset of the day. One must remember that back then just about everything had meaning behind it….including the orange and green living room with the shag carpet which in itself exuded comfort especially when barefoot. I remember those days well. I remember being a hippy equally as well and it was one of the best times of my life….because it was very solid in meaning.

  • Susan November 15, 2014, 2:42 pm

    I’m having to laugh because that little hoodie on the front cover is back in style in the crochet mags. now. Gads you make me laugh. Thanks.

  • Lost In NJ October 10, 2012, 8:01 pm

    My mother had a GREEN refrigerator!!
    And a friend of mine had FERN wallpaper, with shag carpets at least 3″ thick! (How the heck did she vacuum that mess??)
    How did we survive those years is right!!

  • Debra August 27, 2012, 12:58 pm

    lol…I was 10 years old back then…

  • Candace Jedrowicz August 10, 2012, 9:24 am

    You are too funny!

  • Monica August 10, 2012, 8:47 am

    I love this post, Suzy! Great pictures and brilliant insight and wit as usual.

  • JaanL August 9, 2012, 11:47 am

    Yep, we had burnt orange carpet with an olive green sofa…..EWW! Oh, lets not forget the poodle pink kitchen….well, at least the carpet wasn’t shag, not sure why either. We did dusters out of craft foam, and candles that we made in milk boxes filled with ice. Sometimes I wonder how we survived those years. Thanks for a good laugh at the way it was, and reminding me how old I am…LOL

  • Jane S. August 8, 2012, 5:04 pm

    Ah, the years of my childhood! We had chairs like that in our living room, one in harvest gold crushed velvet, the other in dark olive green crushed velvet. Mom was really into making large grape clusters out of poured resin so of course we had some of those on the coffee table. I loved the smell when she was making them. Probably destroyed a few brain cells right there and then.

    I also had a granny square crocheted purse that Mom had made me. I used it to carry my “feminine hygiene supplies” with me to junior high school.

    Thanks for the look back! Times have changed, and judging by the Surprising Frosted Salmon Loaf, I’d say probably for the better. 😉

    • Suzy August 9, 2012, 2:15 am

      Oooh. I remember those grape clusters! You could make them out of fried marbles too! Those were the good ol’ days!

  • Kathy August 8, 2012, 3:59 pm

    Hey Suzy! My life just flashed before my eyes (I was 11 that year…oops, am I not supposed to tell how old I am?!) And here is my claim to fame – Madge was the sister of one of my Dad’s friends. I used to like to drop that bombshell at sleepovers and birthday parties. You know, the whole popularity thing. And I think Maggie Mae was the first 45 I ever bought. Which, by the way, I still own. My cousin and I thought we were the ultimate in cool, rocking out to that in her bedroom on her little hifi. Thanks for the memories. I love it when you write these posts! Enjoy California!

    • Suzy August 9, 2012, 2:20 am

      Hi Kathy!

      I’m glad you enjoyed the walk down memory lane! I have to admit that when writing the lyrics to Maggie Mae on the post, I had no need to use google. That song is permanently embedded in my brain, and everytime I hear it, it brings me back to the early seventies. We stayed at the beach one year and we could have sworn that the local radio station only had three songs- I shot the Sheriff, Louie Louie, and Maggie Mae.

      Thanks for stopping by!!

  • Trish August 8, 2012, 9:37 am

    Great Post Suzy!

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