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My Arizona memories from the 1970s


I'm a member of a Facebook group called "Arizona Memories", and I have many fond memories of Arizona, even though I wasn't born there. But in a way I was. I came to Phoenix in 1977 and was born in the summer of my nineteenth year.

At the risk of revealing my age (which you've probably figured out by now) I've had a lot of experience with Arizona. And I have fond memories. This morning I'd like to go back to the 1970s.

And since you asked, yes, I did some wonderful stuff, and some dumb stuff. And I don't regret any of it. I tubed the Salt River once without any sunblock on and got so burned that my skin peeled off. I had a neighbor at the apartments where I lived who was a nurse, and she gave me a jar of Noxema, which I lathered on for days. That sunburn hurt! A memory, but maybe not so fond.

One of my fondest memories is of the first winter that I was able to be in a swimming pool. I grew up in Minneapolis, and yes, I was one of those people who jumped in the pool in the winter. Yep, it was cold, but it was an experience that I'll always remember, and cherish. It felt good in the water, and I learned that the low humidity of the desert makes getting out of the pool hurt - a lot!

It's been a long time, and I know that my memories are blurred. I just remember being very happy in Arizona, mostly by being away from the snow and cold of Minnesota. I loved the idea of being on my own, paying my own rent, buying my own food. I had grown up in a house that was very crowded, and I'd never had a room to myself in my whole life. My apartment at the Saguaro Apartments (where I'm standing there in the pic at the top of this post) was small, but it was all mine.

I could go on and on about my Arizona memories, and I probably will, but right now I'm just gonna sip on some coffee and enjoy an Arizona morning. And some day this will be a fond Arizona memory!

Thank you for sharing Arizona memories with me!

He was born in the summer
Of his twenty-seventh year.
Coming home to a place
He'd never been before.
He left yesterday behind him,
You might say he was born again.
- John Denver

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