Discover snapshots of baby boomers' lives through their personal recollections and photographs.

Boomoirs is an eyewitness reference for the baby boomer generation, a depot for the reminiscences and memoirs of those who grew up through the 1950s, 1960s and 1970s.

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Popular Mechanics Toys of 1962 - Video There were experts in lab coats. Professional Toy Testers who conducted experiments to see if the toys sent in for testing could withstand temperatures of 150°F — just in case the space rocket you were getting for your next birthday could make it all the way to planet Mars . . . read on The Hula Hoop There was the Ankles-a-go-go where a deft flick of the wrist would see the hoop catch a running sibling around the ankle and send them sprawling, flat on their face. It had all the elements of an excellent childhood game including pain, bruised ankles and humiliation . . . read on Vintage telephone, modern exchange We often grizzled about the others in our party, especially the couple up the road who deliberately left their phone off the hook. But what a swizz having us as a member of one's party. We numbered 10 and nine of us liked the phone very much! . . . read on Growing up in Hawkes Bay — Part III Sited about the middle of Emerson Street, it was complete with a Wurlitzer jukebox and adorned with local 'dolls' or 'sheilas' as young women were called, who were in loud, excessive bad taste dress to match the guys . . . read on Man from Hokonui We kids clung to the wall, doing our best to be insignificant. Luckily he didn't seem to notice us so we remained vertical, but he kept roaring around in circles, bottles flying, drunkards scampering, my mother with her hand over her mouth, eyes wide . . . read on Moulin Rouge It hit me like a freight train. Mocha Polka. That had always been her color. She put it on me for the one party she sent me off to. We did our lips and our nails to match. It was the most wonderful evening of my life because she was there at the start . . . read on Our first television The rabbit ears worked best when balanced on top of two biscuit tins until around 7pm, and then they had to be moved further into the corner of the room — and higher. The best reception was when they were held aloft, like a newly-won sports trophy . . . read on Up the Khyber His assistant produced a scabrous-looking tin box. He opened it, lodged his smoking durry in the lid and extracted a syringe, plus a large needle. This, we were told, would fix things. And almost certainly give me hepatitis . . . read on Growing up in Hawke's Bay — Part II We copied his greasy hair fashion and leather jackets and stove-pipe pants. Fashion denim was not available in New Zealand so we had to improvise the tight pants. T-shirts were unheard of here so we wore our jerseys back to front and it looked like a round-necked shirt as seen on the silver screen! . . . read on The old Triumph car He didn't know the first thing about cars but the man who sold it to him said he'd never have an ounce of trouble with a reliable old Triumph — "they just never die". He'd driven it home in a flush of pride ... black, square, but a thing of beauty to us kids. . . . read on More

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