A tuesday, or most any other day in Mrs. Frey’s 4th Grade Classroom, circa 1975
Who could forget the scratchy voice of the announcer with that “when you hear this noise ‘beep’ advance the filmstrip one frame.” Yes, the start of another filmstrip. Like the intoxicating smell of the ditto machine and two-for Tuesday night “Happy Days” and “Laverne and Shirley,” filmstrips have long passed into oblivion, pulled out only for their baby-boomer/GenX kitsch value and sold at upscale boutiques and online auctions.
In 1975, filmstrips and dittos became my two gateway drugs. Read More…
