Me, with my son in 2005
Me, with my son in 2005

...From the Organizer
 

June, 2005

 

I am terribly sentimental. Some might say I spend too much time thinking about the past.  Perhaps I do, but that is who I am. I am also fascinated by how our experiences in our early years shape the adults we become.  This also happens to be part of what I do for a living. As a market researcher and Consumer Insights Analyst, I have spent much of my career slicing, dicing and thinking about the behaviors of Baby Boomers.  After all, for the last 45 years, since the leading edge Boomers first became consumers, marketers and advertisers have spent hundreds of millions of dollars trying to understand how we Boomers think, act; and consume, in order to develop products that will appeal to us, and media messages that will resonate.  (OK, so I haven't been working on a cure for cancer......hopefully, one of my classmates has.)  Never has a generation been so wrapped up in celebrating ourselves and our childhoods.  So, I suppose, that my desire to bring together the class of 1966 from PS 173 is just part and parcel of my being a victim of my own demography!

As Baby Boomers, we as a generation do tend to ruminate and celebrate our pasts perhaps more than any generation before us.  In the case of our class, many, if not most of us had parents who were first generation Americans or even immigrants.  Many of them had very difficult childhoods, having been children during the Great Depression.  Many of our fathers fought in WWII and some of us had European grandparents, aunts/uncles, etc who were directly impacted by the Holocaust. Some of us were even children of survivors.  
 

Our parents' generation, as a whole, didn't spend much time reliving the hard times they had endured as children.  Fortunately, most of them went on prosper after the war, starting families (us) and enjoying better lives than they might have predicted when they were children, teenagers, and young adults. 

Of course, it was completely different for us.  We were born after the war, in the booming 50's when everything seemed possible.  The first 9 years of our lives were spent in a nation filled with optimism, growth, and improving economic conditions for our parents and families.  We "voted" for JFK in the fall of 1st grade and watched in awe as John Glenn orbited the earth the same year.  OK, so the world was nearly annihilated one day in 1962 in something we heard referred to as the "

 

Bay of Pigs

 

Queens!  ", but we were mostly oblivious. 

Hell, we even got our own baseball team in Queens!


What's more the World's Fair was in our backyard!  People came from all over the world to Queens--where we lived! 

Of course, everything changed on that Friday in November of 4th grade. 

And then, as we studied "Current Events" we learned that

 

Newark

 

Watts

 

Detroit

 

Queens! were ablaze, that someone named Malcolm X was murdered, and that Alice Crimmins may have murdered her own babies............right here in and ,

 

 

 

But overall, our days spent in the classrooms and schoolyard of PS 173 were happy, carefree times for most of us. 

 

 

 

Some of us made friends that would last a lifetime.  We shared the excitement of the Beatles coming to NYC, of playing Spin the Bottle in someone's basement, of making phony phone calls to members of the opposite sex, and yearning to be a teenager. 

 

 

 

Being together for an evening of celebration of our memories is bound to be a blast. 

 

 

 

Debra Davidson

June, 2005

DebraLDavidson@gmail.com