My bath mat in my 1960’s peach house has this exatct pattern, with cutouts between the “petals”, in white and gray. Interesting… No wonder it looks good.
I wish that I had taken a few pictures of my high school parking lot back in ‘78, but photo developing was expensive and not everyone had a camera in their pocket like today’s cellphones. Nice to see that every kid is not walking around carrying a stupid 50 pound backpack.
High school parking lots? there was no such feature here when I was at highschool no student vehicles permitted on school property other than at the boarding hostel, and I really wish I had a photo of that, two of the occupants have never made it onto CC yet, one was a one off, Model A coupe body on a SWB 48 mercury chassis, 34 grille,(liberated from the wrecking yard opposite the school) the other a hotted up 57 Velox,
there was no such feature here when I was at high school no student vehicles permitted on school property
It’s very American thing, you know. Perhaps not the big cities like Chicago, Boston, and New York where the public transportation is more than adequate.
Our German friends and relatives visiting us in Dallas, Texas in the late 1970s and during the 1980s were astounded to see high schools with vast car parks and to know that the students would drive their own vehicles there.
Licence age is 18 in most of Oz, so never a thing here either. In fact, under the guise of environmentalism, the new outer-burb high school (of 3000 kids) that I was dealing with till last year has NO car park at all, not even one for parent pick-up! Now, if the govt reason was honest, arguably fair enough, but it’s actually because the the school was thrown into the landscape as a desperately ill-planned afterthought, and they had no money or room for more land. And that line about pollution and blah has become the policy for no parking spaces at ALL new schools under that dishonest guise. Nitwits.
I wish I had some pictures of my high school circa 1980. Memorable sights in Scarsdale included a Citroen Mehari, a Rolls Royce Silver Shadow, a Porsche 911 Carrera RS, a Renault 15 until it self-immolated (electrical fire), and a VW Thing. Plus the usual suspects from the late 60s early 70s like Beetles, Camaros, Corollas, a Ford Bronco and some Jeeps, plus the occasional Mercedes or BMW, an increasing number of Hondas, and numerous Volvos.
In the mid 1990s when I was in high school there was a girl who drove a yellow VW Beetle with smiley faces painted on the doors. Think the classic “Have a nice day” smiley.
Ha I was at highscholl 70-73 and had some use of a VW beetle a bright orange 54/5 oval window slug with the single tailpipe 1100 engine a slow noisy conttraption with feeble lights and brakes to match.
The Dick Cavett Show — I think it ran on ABC from 1969-72 — also utilized a ‘flower’ symbol very similar, but not exact, to the one from Mike Douglas. Maybe it was a ‘thing’ back then to do that? I was watching a clip on YouTube of Cavett’s show from mid-1971 with Wally Cox and Jimmy Dean and when it cut to commercial . . . the almost-lookalike flower symbol was there next to Cavett’s name. I think his show was on ABC at that time.
When I was in high school (1960-63, southern California), the student parking lot was much larger than the one for faculty and staff. It was of course pretty much all American cars–lots of shoebox Fords (I rode most mornings in a friend’s maroon ’51), tri-5 Chevys, a few snappy little English sports cars. Ours was not a particularly affluent neighborhood, but we were all car crazy; everybody was just dying to turn 15 and a half, the age at which you could get a learner’s permit. The whole purpose of having an after-school job was to buy and maintain your own car (remember that the University of California was tuition-free for residents back then, so saving for college wasn’t such a big deal). You wanted your own car so you could drive to the beach! My very first attempt at driving was in my dad’s company car of the moment–a green first-gen Corvair with the Power Glide. I nearly put it into a tree.
I graduated Venice High School in 1969. At that point, the car to have for the most part, was a ‘early to mid 60’s VW Bug. Chrome reverse-rim wheels on the back, top of the engine lid set back, and probably a custom exhaust. Me? I was runnin’ a Schwinn until just after graduation…….LOL.
OMG, Marshall, I graduated from Venice High class of Winter ’65. Do you remember parking on “The Mound” in front of the school, a raised dirt median area that was once the right of way of the defunct L.A. Red Car trolley line. I do not recall a lot of us having our own cars in that period, 1962-1965, even though the VW Bug was plentiful, the few of my classmates who had their own cars were late 50’s or early 60’s large American cars. A few come to mind, a ’58 Ford Fairlane 500, a ’56 Buick Special, a ’59 Rambler, a ’53 Chevy Bel Air, a ’60 Chevy Impala convertible, a ’60 Pontiac Bonneville, among others. Most of us drove our parents’ cars when we got the chance, I didn’t get my first car until I started college later in 1965, a ’64 Pontiac LeMans. As the mid-60’s wore on, especially at USC where I went (University of Spoiled Children, as some wags would have it), a lot of kids with their own cars had muscle cars, GTO’s, 442’s, Impala SS’s, Mustangs, Cougars, etc. A lot of fond memories and good times.
Oh, and to 64DartGT above, my dad had a ’64 Dart GT, white with black interior, he traveled a lot so I got to use his car frequently in my senior year at Venice High. We were always piling in 5 or 6 classmates for a ride home after school, pretty wild, as I recall.
Covina High, in the heart of the “other” valley–i.e., the San Gabriel. And I’m betting I’m a good deal older than you. The Beetle was not unknown, but it wasn’t a universal icon then. The only one of my siblings to have his own car in HS was my brother; he had a very noisy Corvair with a 4-speed. But many of my fellow students had their own cars. A few even had brand-new ones. There are some photos of them in my old HS yearbooks. Covina was, and still is, the absolute middle of the middle class (though the houses my parents’ generation bought there for around $17,500 in the early Fifties are going for half a mil now. Unbelievable.)
Graduated HS in the western Suburbs of St. Louis. The parking lot at the time was a mix of student and faculty cars. Most students parked at the curb around the perimeter streets. if they had a car to drive. I parked my 64 Cutlass across the 4 lane road form school in the Employee lot of the Sears store in the local large shopping plaza. My Mother worked there, She listed my car as one she would drive, so security had no problem with it there… They never questioned that she would often have 2 cars in the lot. we never brought it up, either. The stick on daisy look reminds me of the summer of 68, My dad had acquired a 63 Nova 4 dr sedan. 6 cyl automatic, in Metallic Chocolate Brown with a white painted roof. It was part of a settlement he accepted form a client for a small job his crews did. He and mom and my little sis took off for Virginia for 2 weeks and I stayed home, One of my chores was to clean and generally make that little Nova llok its best so he could sell it upon his return, I was game for the challenge and that first Saturday, I set about making silk purse out of that sow’s ear. The apintm though only 5 years old, I doubt had ever seen wax, likewaise thei nterior had never been properly cleaned. A good friend came by to help and we did a good job, but we did not know when to stop,,,now remember, this was 1968, So we got a bit overcreative in making the car unique. Painted the large panel that held the taillights and the lower trunk in argebt, to give it the “Super Sport” look. Then added a white racing sripe, hand painted, low on the sides, just above the rocker panels, between the wheel wells, A Peace sign was painted on the front bumper where a license plate would be had Missouri required such at the time. The topper, literally as well as figuratively, was the application of multicolored and varied size stick on daisies all over the white roof. She ended up looking a little butch and a little counterculture….We christened her “Gloria” after the ubiquitous garage band tune of the times. Up on my parents return… Dad just circled it a few times,,,not saying a word (as was his wont) Mom loved it, Though the thing likely never looked so good. Dad however, then gave me the job of selling it. And I did. By going on the air at a local underground radio station called KDNL and “”hawking” it to the listeners. Ir worked. A guy bought it for his daughter. Funds were split between my Father and the station. Do not know what happened to her, but if in the St. Louis area, and you see a chocolate Brown 63 Nova 4 dr with a white top. You may see ghost images of those old daisies. Gloria may still be out there,
That would be a nice thing if ‘Gloria’ was still around and ready to motor!
I remember my high school parking lot contained a dearth of interesting automobiles. I attended HS from 1987-91 at JOHN I. LEONARD HIGH in the West Palm Beach, FL area. I received a vehicular present in August 1989 — y’all already know the car — so I could begin driving to school for my junior year. Which I did. The student parking area was down behind the gymnasium. What a crop of uninteresting vehicles were in our parking lot. In the 1991 edition of the John I. Leonard yearbook there was a ‘Senior Superlative’ for ‘Best Cars’. I didn’t rate a mention and the two cars that were featured I thought were . . . blah. Just typical cars HS seniors would drive in ’91 in South Florida. Nothing special or noteworthy. My car wasn’t special, either, but at least it ~looked~ different than everything else parked in that lot. I liked that.
Half the cars in my H.S parking lot have probably crossed the block at Mecum or B-J by now… There was a ’65 Shelby GT350 driven on nice days by a female classmate named – you guessed it – Shelby. It was her dads car, and I tried to get her to go out with me (as did the other 4 Ford guys) just to be around the car. No dice. I might add it was tough to be a Ford guy at my school in ’81…only the Mopar guys had it worse. I still remember the bailout jokes…
Ever heard Tom Paxton sing “I Am Changing My Name to Chrysler”? “I am going down to Washington, D.C…..I will tell some power broker what he did for Iacocca would be perfectly acceptable to me…”.
Those are officially called “Rickie Tickie Stickies”. You can Google Search ’em.
They were available in high-grip too, for your shower floor.
My bath mat in my 1960’s peach house has this exatct pattern, with cutouts between the “petals”, in white and gray. Interesting… No wonder it looks good.
Southern California middle school. 1968 or 69.
I wish that I had taken a few pictures of my high school parking lot back in ‘78, but photo developing was expensive and not everyone had a camera in their pocket like today’s cellphones. Nice to see that every kid is not walking around carrying a stupid 50 pound backpack.
High school parking lots? there was no such feature here when I was at highschool no student vehicles permitted on school property other than at the boarding hostel, and I really wish I had a photo of that, two of the occupants have never made it onto CC yet, one was a one off, Model A coupe body on a SWB 48 mercury chassis, 34 grille,(liberated from the wrecking yard opposite the school) the other a hotted up 57 Velox,
there was no such feature here when I was at high school no student vehicles permitted on school property
It’s very American thing, you know. Perhaps not the big cities like Chicago, Boston, and New York where the public transportation is more than adequate.
Our German friends and relatives visiting us in Dallas, Texas in the late 1970s and during the 1980s were astounded to see high schools with vast car parks and to know that the students would drive their own vehicles there.
Licence age is 18 in most of Oz, so never a thing here either. In fact, under the guise of environmentalism, the new outer-burb high school (of 3000 kids) that I was dealing with till last year has NO car park at all, not even one for parent pick-up! Now, if the govt reason was honest, arguably fair enough, but it’s actually because the the school was thrown into the landscape as a desperately ill-planned afterthought, and they had no money or room for more land. And that line about pollution and blah has become the policy for no parking spaces at ALL new schools under that dishonest guise. Nitwits.
I wish I had some pictures of my high school circa 1980. Memorable sights in Scarsdale included a Citroen Mehari, a Rolls Royce Silver Shadow, a Porsche 911 Carrera RS, a Renault 15 until it self-immolated (electrical fire), and a VW Thing. Plus the usual suspects from the late 60s early 70s like Beetles, Camaros, Corollas, a Ford Bronco and some Jeeps, plus the occasional Mercedes or BMW, an increasing number of Hondas, and numerous Volvos.
Year: 1998
Car in the lot: Mitsubishi Eclipse
In the mid 1990s when I was in high school there was a girl who drove a yellow VW Beetle with smiley faces painted on the doors. Think the classic “Have a nice day” smiley.
Ha I was at highscholl 70-73 and had some use of a VW beetle a bright orange 54/5 oval window slug with the single tailpipe 1100 engine a slow noisy conttraption with feeble lights and brakes to match.
That Corvair looks like the set of the old Mike Douglas Show….
The Dick Cavett Show — I think it ran on ABC from 1969-72 — also utilized a ‘flower’ symbol very similar, but not exact, to the one from Mike Douglas. Maybe it was a ‘thing’ back then to do that? I was watching a clip on YouTube of Cavett’s show from mid-1971 with Wally Cox and Jimmy Dean and when it cut to commercial . . . the almost-lookalike flower symbol was there next to Cavett’s name. I think his show was on ABC at that time.
When I was in high school (1960-63, southern California), the student parking lot was much larger than the one for faculty and staff. It was of course pretty much all American cars–lots of shoebox Fords (I rode most mornings in a friend’s maroon ’51), tri-5 Chevys, a few snappy little English sports cars. Ours was not a particularly affluent neighborhood, but we were all car crazy; everybody was just dying to turn 15 and a half, the age at which you could get a learner’s permit. The whole purpose of having an after-school job was to buy and maintain your own car (remember that the University of California was tuition-free for residents back then, so saving for college wasn’t such a big deal). You wanted your own car so you could drive to the beach! My very first attempt at driving was in my dad’s company car of the moment–a green first-gen Corvair with the Power Glide. I nearly put it into a tree.
What school you attend, 64DartGT?
I graduated Venice High School in 1969. At that point, the car to have for the most part, was a ‘early to mid 60’s VW Bug. Chrome reverse-rim wheels on the back, top of the engine lid set back, and probably a custom exhaust. Me? I was runnin’ a Schwinn until just after graduation…….LOL.
OMG, Marshall, I graduated from Venice High class of Winter ’65. Do you remember parking on “The Mound” in front of the school, a raised dirt median area that was once the right of way of the defunct L.A. Red Car trolley line. I do not recall a lot of us having our own cars in that period, 1962-1965, even though the VW Bug was plentiful, the few of my classmates who had their own cars were late 50’s or early 60’s large American cars. A few come to mind, a ’58 Ford Fairlane 500, a ’56 Buick Special, a ’59 Rambler, a ’53 Chevy Bel Air, a ’60 Chevy Impala convertible, a ’60 Pontiac Bonneville, among others. Most of us drove our parents’ cars when we got the chance, I didn’t get my first car until I started college later in 1965, a ’64 Pontiac LeMans. As the mid-60’s wore on, especially at USC where I went (University of Spoiled Children, as some wags would have it), a lot of kids with their own cars had muscle cars, GTO’s, 442’s, Impala SS’s, Mustangs, Cougars, etc. A lot of fond memories and good times.
Oh, and to 64DartGT above, my dad had a ’64 Dart GT, white with black interior, he traveled a lot so I got to use his car frequently in my senior year at Venice High. We were always piling in 5 or 6 classmates for a ride home after school, pretty wild, as I recall.
Covina High, in the heart of the “other” valley–i.e., the San Gabriel. And I’m betting I’m a good deal older than you. The Beetle was not unknown, but it wasn’t a universal icon then. The only one of my siblings to have his own car in HS was my brother; he had a very noisy Corvair with a 4-speed. But many of my fellow students had their own cars. A few even had brand-new ones. There are some photos of them in my old HS yearbooks. Covina was, and still is, the absolute middle of the middle class (though the houses my parents’ generation bought there for around $17,500 in the early Fifties are going for half a mil now. Unbelievable.)
My guess: It belonged to the art teacher. 🙂
Graduated HS in the western Suburbs of St. Louis. The parking lot at the time was a mix of student and faculty cars. Most students parked at the curb around the perimeter streets. if they had a car to drive. I parked my 64 Cutlass across the 4 lane road form school in the Employee lot of the Sears store in the local large shopping plaza. My Mother worked there, She listed my car as one she would drive, so security had no problem with it there… They never questioned that she would often have 2 cars in the lot. we never brought it up, either. The stick on daisy look reminds me of the summer of 68, My dad had acquired a 63 Nova 4 dr sedan. 6 cyl automatic, in Metallic Chocolate Brown with a white painted roof. It was part of a settlement he accepted form a client for a small job his crews did. He and mom and my little sis took off for Virginia for 2 weeks and I stayed home, One of my chores was to clean and generally make that little Nova llok its best so he could sell it upon his return, I was game for the challenge and that first Saturday, I set about making silk purse out of that sow’s ear. The apintm though only 5 years old, I doubt had ever seen wax, likewaise thei nterior had never been properly cleaned. A good friend came by to help and we did a good job, but we did not know when to stop,,,now remember, this was 1968, So we got a bit overcreative in making the car unique. Painted the large panel that held the taillights and the lower trunk in argebt, to give it the “Super Sport” look. Then added a white racing sripe, hand painted, low on the sides, just above the rocker panels, between the wheel wells, A Peace sign was painted on the front bumper where a license plate would be had Missouri required such at the time. The topper, literally as well as figuratively, was the application of multicolored and varied size stick on daisies all over the white roof. She ended up looking a little butch and a little counterculture….We christened her “Gloria” after the ubiquitous garage band tune of the times. Up on my parents return… Dad just circled it a few times,,,not saying a word (as was his wont) Mom loved it, Though the thing likely never looked so good. Dad however, then gave me the job of selling it. And I did. By going on the air at a local underground radio station called KDNL and “”hawking” it to the listeners. Ir worked. A guy bought it for his daughter. Funds were split between my Father and the station. Do not know what happened to her, but if in the St. Louis area, and you see a chocolate Brown 63 Nova 4 dr with a white top. You may see ghost images of those old daisies. Gloria may still be out there,
That would be a nice thing if ‘Gloria’ was still around and ready to motor!
I remember my high school parking lot contained a dearth of interesting automobiles. I attended HS from 1987-91 at JOHN I. LEONARD HIGH in the West Palm Beach, FL area. I received a vehicular present in August 1989 — y’all already know the car — so I could begin driving to school for my junior year. Which I did. The student parking area was down behind the gymnasium. What a crop of uninteresting vehicles were in our parking lot. In the 1991 edition of the John I. Leonard yearbook there was a ‘Senior Superlative’ for ‘Best Cars’. I didn’t rate a mention and the two cars that were featured I thought were . . . blah. Just typical cars HS seniors would drive in ’91 in South Florida. Nothing special or noteworthy. My car wasn’t special, either, but at least it ~looked~ different than everything else parked in that lot. I liked that.
“y’all already know the car”
We do?
You mean you don’t?!?! 😀
Half the cars in my H.S parking lot have probably crossed the block at Mecum or B-J by now… There was a ’65 Shelby GT350 driven on nice days by a female classmate named – you guessed it – Shelby. It was her dads car, and I tried to get her to go out with me (as did the other 4 Ford guys) just to be around the car. No dice. I might add it was tough to be a Ford guy at my school in ’81…only the Mopar guys had it worse. I still remember the bailout jokes…
Ever heard Tom Paxton sing “I Am Changing My Name to Chrysler”? “I am going down to Washington, D.C…..I will tell some power broker what he did for Iacocca would be perfectly acceptable to me…”.