January 1964

[DianeB]

And the explosion is about to go off. At the time, the primary AM radio station in the Tidewater, Virginia market was WGH. They published their weekly Top 30 on these fliers and placed them wherever records were sold. I collected them from about 1963-65, and I how I would love to have them back. I think my mom tossed them, because I wouldn't have (sigh). A high school classmate saved a few, like this one. The DJs were household names: Bob Calvert, Gene Loving, Keith James, Richard Lamb, George Crawford. WGH sponsored the local premiere of "A Hard Day's Night", which I attended with a neighbor friend. My oversized souvenir ticket is gone, too (really deeeeep sigh). I remember well the long line outside, the opening chord, then 90 minutes of pubescent female screaming. Priceless.

[Eracer_Team-DougH]

Sometimes 20/20 hindsight brutal thing

knowing what was tossed out, given away or lost 

Edited October 30, 2024 by Eracer_Team-DougH

[Nancy Lawing]

Oh my! I didn't know this about your illustrious past! What wonderful memories.  And my mom tossed a lot of my "valuable" things, too, "valuable" being a subjective term in her mind. 

[Gary Nelson]

I love how we are able to touch these items from our past from the pre-social media days.   I really like the picture of the local girl that seems to tie it all together.    We can touch these items and feel them and show them to our kids and grandkids.   Now this type of information floats in the web - here today and gone in the next nano-second - replaced by the next hot topic.  

[jasn]

I too remember going to see "A Hard Day's Night" at the Rte 59 Cinema in Nanuet, NY at the big boy age of ten (or eleven?).  True to the era, my Mom just dropped me and my 2 year older sister off at the front of the theater, which was a mob scene in itself.  "Call me when you need a ride" Mom said, and off she went.  The theater was completely packed, I lost my sister immediately and could only find a seat in the far left, front row.  Squeals of delight by the young girls ensued at the dimming of the lights (likely the catalyst to my battles with tinitus) and every time a song broke out, they rushed the screen, jumping up to try and touch their favorite lad.

It would have been the craziest event of my young life...until later that year my Mom dropped me off again to see an apperance by Robert Vaughn, AKA Naploean Solo from "The Man From Uncle", at the local department store Grand Way.  It was even crazier!

[Anne Hill]

We did not have such venues in Twin Mt., N.H..