“Only when it was gone did we realize what was lost.”
In the ’60s and ’70s, Williams Lake and Lake Artesia became weekend hotspots for teens looking to put on their shagging shoes and let loose.
Every generation makes its own beach memories. Summer in the ’60s was seafood and station wagons, bathing suits and board games. We didn’t realize then what those long, bright days would mean to us now – sunburns and all.
Sedan-size maps of centuries past weren’t as convenient as our smartphones’ GPS, but without them, we would have been lost.
Brilliant artists, poets, and intellectuals established Black Mountain College’s reputation as a bastion of innovative thinkers. The college’s brief, obscure existence — and its avant-garde “Happening” — sealed its legend.
Troops from both sides — and even prisons — find escape from the slog of war with a bat and ball. (Volume 4, Part 4)
For a brief time in the 1970s, college students threw off their inhibitions — among other things — and ran free.
Telephone operators once helped connect folks across the state before “If you’d like to make a call … ” became standard.
A husband and wife stay together — and fight together — through the duration of the war. (Volume 4, Part 3)