Remembering what love was like in the 60s

Once upon a time, love was all we knew. 

Back when my girlfriends and I were lively young chicks, dating our handsome future husbands, we used to drive off in their colourful cars to the drive-in or somewhere secluded. Lovemaking was free, and it was all we knew.

Making love was so much fun, and it’s likely many an offspring of the baby boomers were conceived in the back seat of a car. 

After getting married my husband and I bought a nuptial bed, so making love could be even more fun. Modern appliances arrived later. We finally overcame the yoke of oppression of our parents. Despite futile opposition, we were young and in love. 

When my husband and I were first married, we did not have credit cards or online shopping. We did not have the internet or social media for entertainment. Instead, as young couples, to purchase things we wanted, we worked and saved hard.

At that stage, making love was an approved activity, so much fun and free, so long as we used adequate contraception. That was not rocket science. Whatever became of us all over the years, making love was all we knew and it was loads of fun. We practised keeping our husbands busily engaged in pursuing our goals. 

Eventually, we sorted ourselves into the great Australian dream. We upgraded our cars, some of us had families, while others didn’t. People, especially women, had choices provided to us by some sort of liberation. Couples could decide there were enough children in the world and follow their own dreams

Many of us did divorce along the way, down history’s page. Most of the divorces, even then, were instigated by women, such as myself, or chicks I knew.

Love sort of flew away, but some nostalgia occasionally remains. Our early days of being in love were fun and energetic. It is an enigma, this thing we call love. 

At this stage of our golden years, we can smile fondly at those happy, fun memories. These days, we have, or dodge, arthritis, bursitis, and constipation, always grey consternation or we can have diarrhoea while dodging euthanasia. Sounds quite alphabetical. We are all hoping we do not go around the bend, before our big “Z” at the end. 

In today’s day and age, we can appreciate different kinds of love, which come in different shapes and sizes. Love can stay or flee. At least old chicks do not need contraception! 

There can be love for family and good company, or for fur friends, or for good friendship.  Once love was all we knew, and it was so much fun.

Older people can still kick up their heels, but most of us live on the mild side of life. There is no need for strife and fuss. Most of us are more home-based, dwelling in our local communities, so we should look on the bright side of life. We must take nothing for granted with anyone’s health, no one can.

Peaceful days and fun memories are different kinds of love. Love was all we knew once, we made our own fun. 

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