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In Episode 241 we get our kicks back in 1966! We are diving into television, music, movies, and all things pop culture in 1966.
Here they come, walkin' down the street.Television in 1966 was the crossroads between black and white and color, the same old same old and new and exciting, and crafting shows to appeal to the younger generation. The Monkees, Batman, and Star Trek were new hits. My Mother the Car? Not so much.
It's all incense and peppermints as we look at all things Music in 1966. The sharp turn from safe and bland pop into psychedelics and counterculture. The Beatles, the Stones, Dylan, and the Beach Boys dominated while Hendrix, Cream, and Simon and Garfunkel staked their claim as next up.
The Top 5 features weird and funny news stories from 1966. The Beatles as butchers? A tight pants strike? A nude sunbather controversy? They're all here and more.
This Week In History and Time Capsule looks at the infamous Portage, Ohio UFO chase. Stay tuned for some classic 1966 commercials as well!
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A look back at the popular Starting Lineup sports figures. Behind the scenes of Behind the Music. Some of the most controversial songs ever written.
Episode 203 of the podcast unloads a tidal wave of nostalgia for you to enjoy, no matter where you are.
We start off with a deep dive into the world of Starting Lineup sports figures. Straddling the line between toys and collectibles, these figures were desired by 80s and 90s boys, from preteens to much older collectors. What made them so popular?
VH1 Behind the Music was a compelling and, at times, depressing television show. It delved into the lives of musical acts, showing them as humans and not just celebrities. We will examine the show in general, some of its most well-known episodes, and also explore why the show resonated with so many for so long.
Controversy is on the menu in this week's Top 5. We will look at some of the most controversial songs ever written. This spans genres and decades. These songs caused discussions, arguments, and boycotts. We will try to give the reasons behind the controversy.
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This
was my first road trip since my 6-day, 2,100-mile trip around the
east coast of the U.S. in November 2019. It dawned on me that I
hadn’t even spent a night off of Cape Cod since then. I was heading north from Cape
Cod into northern New Hampshire then Vermont and back home through
Western Massachusetts.
My
goal for this trip was to take at least 500 photos and shoot at
least 30 minutes of video. Did I make it? We’ll see.
I
signed back up for AAA before leaving on the trip which ended up
paying off. No, I didn’t need a tow or tire change. I got the Plus
membership for half off which was a bonus. Another big ‘plus’
was signing up for the Shell Fuel Rewards and getting 30 cents per
gallon off for gas for my first fill-up. I did end up using that.
The
plan on Day 1 was to drive from Cape Cod up to Lincoln, New Hampshire, and stay at the Pemi Cabins for the first time since 2012. Since
check-in time was 3pm I decided to take my sweet time and had a
whole itinerary of places to see on the way up. I left the Cape
around 9:30am.
Packed and ready to go!
Of
course, when driving from Cape Cod north through Boston to get to New
Hampshire I met a familiar friend, traffic. I think the only way I’d avoid traffic when headed north would be to go so far west around
Boston that I’d add another hour to my travel time. Not going to
lie, I did debate it.
Even
with the itinerary set I still managed to totally miss the first
location I had listed. For some reason in my mind, the first location
I wanted to see was the birthplace of H.H. Holmes. Who is that? Read
on.
H.H.
Holmes is widely considered to be America’s first serial killer.
His reign of terror was in Chicago from 1891-1894. It would take a
lot to explain his story but the main talking point is he built a
‘murder hotel.’ What? Yes, a murder hotel. Here is a link to a
story about it. H.H. Holmes
It
was fitting that when driving up to New Hampshire to visit a
serial killer’s childhood home I ran into weather that almost
killed me. Ok, I wasn’t that close to dying. When driving through the middle of nowhere New Hampshire though it was heavy sheets of rain
and hail. It got so bad that I couldn’t see. The only saving grace
was the car in front of me was white and I essentially used them as
a guide to shepherd me to safety.
The
birthplace of H.H. Holmes is in a small town named Gilmanton. The
population is just under 4,000 and is about 20 miles northeast of
Concord. That’s about all I got.
Of
all the irony on this road trip I took was the fact that when I got
to the H.H. Holmes house it looked like a house you’d expect a
serial killer to live in. Now, I’m not saying the people who live
there now have bodies buried in the backyard but they could stand to
spend a few bucks to clean their yard and maybe paint the house.
The Birthplace of H.H. Holmes
I
know you want to know so the first place that was on my itinerary to
visit on the way to Lincoln, NH was the Swing Bridge in Milford. It
looked really cool. Has anyone been to it? Did I make a huge mistake
by missing it?
One
thing I had to get used to on this road trip was being in the middle
of nowhere with no cell service and no WiFi leaving my GPS at times
as a blob of green color with a little blue dot in the middle
representing my car. For the most part, I enjoyed it until I needed
to punch in addresses for my next stop and the GPS would be frozen.
This
was the case at the birthplace of Daniel Webster in Franklin. If you
don’t know who he is I’ll put a link to his story in this post.
The house is what you’d expect which is good if you enjoy history
like me. There was also a closed museum and behind that an old worn
barn. These places made for great photo opportunities.
A
purpose of planning an itinerary on the way to the Pemi Cabins was
so that I’d take my time and maybe stumble upon places I hadn’t
planned on. This was the case in Franklin, NH. I was on my way to
the Daniel Webster house when I turned a corner heading into
downtown Franklin. There on my left beside an abandoned railroad
bridge was a 15-foot-tall sculpture of a man made completely out of
old kayaks. This forced me to stop and get some photos of that and
the surrounding area.
The giant Kayak Man in Franklin, NH
An
example of taking my time was going down a random rural back road
and finding a farm with a bunch of sheep. I stopped and started
taking photos all the while a dog was barking at me. It turns out it
was ratting me out to the farm’s owner. I know this because when I
was driving away the owner was glaring at me. Sorry I was just
taking photos, there was no room in my car to steal a sheep.
When
putting together my itinerary for this first day I was all gung ho
about checking out covered bridges. They are a very unique aspect of
northern New England although I know other states have them. I got
lots of photos and videos of Squam River Bridge in Ashland, Smith
Covered Bridge in Plymouth, and Blair Covered Bridge in Campton. By
that point I was all set with covered bridges for the day. I
actually had another I wanted to see but by this point, it was 4:30pm
and I was hungry and a bit road weary so I headed to the Pemi
Cabins.
Not
before partaking in another tradition of visiting northern New
England, visiting Hannaford Supermarket. On Cape Cod, we’re stuck
with tons of Stop & Shop and Shaw’s with an occasional Market
Basket or Whole Foods. So when I get a chance to check out a
different grocery store it’s a big thrill. It’s like visiting
different amusement parks except filled with food and fewer
rollercoasters.
Hannaford in Plymouth, NH because of course.
Also
the first time I visited a Hannaford in 2010 in Maine they had
raspberry Fluff. I loved it and basically have searched for it every
time I go to a Hannaford ever since. Unfortunately the last time I
saw it was 2016, but I still check each time.
I
last visited Lincoln, NH in 2012 and this trip was immediately
better than that because I actually remembered my
memory card for my camera. Otherwise, I stayed in the exact same cabin and think that if/when I return again I’ll choose the same cabin a 3rd time.
Being
road-weary and starving by the time I got to Lincoln I decided to
stop and get dinner at McDonald’s. I downloaded the app to my
phone to get some good deals. It was raining but also sunny when I
arrived in Lincoln so as I sat there fooling with the McDonald’s
app I was also waiting to see if a rainbow would appear. There
wasn’t one but it would have been an interesting shot of the
rainbow over McDonald’s though.
I
had to drag myself out for an evening photo shoot once I sat on the
screened-in porch at the cabin. The rushing water was so soothing it
was like meditating. I ended up shooting a lot of video of the cabin
I think for my own memories as much as sharing with others.
I
headed north to shoot the sunset. Not far from where I stayed is a
marker for Betty & Barney Hill who were part of the first widely publicized UFO abduction on September 19, 1961. It happened on that
same stretch of highway in Lincoln. I plan on making a video using
my old podcast audio and the new photos I got. If you don’t know
their story here is a link: Betty & Barney Hill
Luckily
when driving north on I-93 in NH there are signs when scenic
overlooks are coming up. I found a viewing area on Gov. Hugh Gallen
Memorial Way. It’s a short road that ends at a dead end and then a
walking bridge overlooking the mountains. I had to get to the sunset
location so I didn’t have time to go walk around but I bet it’s
worth it.
For
years on Instagram, there has been a sunset spot I’ve wanted to
visit. It’s St. Matthew’s Chapel in Sugar Hill, NH. The photo is
typically from the right rear of the chapel looking toward it with
loads of lupines in the foreground. I made it a point to leave time
to drive 10 minutes north to shoot this spot. As with many places I
visited on my road trip this was relatively in the middle of nowhere
and the roads to it were quite hilly.
There
were 2 issues with the St. Matthew’s Chapel shoot. One, the
lupines were no longer in bloom, but hey goldenrod was fine to give
splashes of color to the photos. Two, that heavy rain I mentioned
earlier? Yeah, it left the area soggy and having to walk through the
tall grass to get shots among the flowers soaked my shoes pretty
bad. The photos were worth it, plus for some reason, I was smart
enough to pack a 2nd pair of shoes so it was all good.
Sunset at St. Matthew's Chapel in Sugar Hill, NH
The
night ended magically and that’s not hyperbole. I sat on the
screened-in porch in the dark with the rushing river passing by. While
there I enjoyed an edible and played Hawaiian music on Pandora. I
didn’t want that feeling to end and stayed out there until it
actually started getting chilly. One of my favorite nights ever.
Originally
my plan was to grab my tripod and camera and head outside to try to
get some long exposure night shots. After all, I was in UFO country , right? However the edible was too good and the scenery too soothing
so I just stayed inside.
I
had even more plans for Day 2 and had to make sure I got enough
sleep. It would start with a breakfast 12 years in the making.
Finishing with the Smith Covered Bridge, I did see enough of them on Day 1.
Unlike many cities and towns whose smaller villages are considered part of the larger town, such as South Dennis and East Dennis being part of the town of Dennis, the three Bridgewater towns are each a separate entity. East, West, and Bridgewater proper are all connected despite being different towns; I have decided to wrap them all into one article.
That being said, the separate incorporations are not what drew me to pay a visit to these three towns. My father’s side of my family has the vast majority of its roots in East Bridgewater, while the allure of paranormal activity at Hockomock Swamp in West Bridgewater was too much to pass up.
I began my visit to the three Bridgewaters at the Beaver Cemetery in East Bridgewater. One of my major interests on these trips is that of history. Normally it is history of a town or famous person that I have no connection with. However, in the case of East Bridgewater and Beaver Cemetery the history is all my own. It is in Beaver Cemetery where I was able to find the graves of my great grandparents and my second great-grandparents as well as numerous great aunts and uncles.
Having done quite a bit of research on my own family tree in the recent months it was somewhat surreal to actually stand before the markers of some of these long since departed relatives. The cemetery itself is small and on a rural intersection which made it very peaceful and quiet; a perfect setting to envelop myself in thought. Not wanting my entire day to be spent in a cemetery I moved on in East Bridgewater.
In keeping my eyes open as I drove I discovered a moss covered stone along Pleasant Street, not far from Beaver Cemetery. It marks the site of an early Iron Works site in East Bridgewater(left). The years marked on the stone are 1760-1887 and the site is along a creek bed that seemed to be quite dry. I have done my research and have had trouble finding any sort of information about just what did lay on the spot marked by the East Bridgewater Bicentennial Commission in 1976. That is something I would like to find out for myself someday.
Keeping with the theme of keeping my eyes open for places as I drove near the Town Hall I discovered a small but beautiful little green wedged like a triangle between three streets(left). The green had a gazebo and an impressive World War II monument at the east end. As with Saugus in my last article, the Town Hall in East Bridgewater stood out because of its different colors. I can only describe them as salmon and periwinkle, it made the building look closer to a doll house than an official government spot. I enjoyed the colors though, let me make that clear, I wish more towns experimented the way Saugus and East Bridgewater have.
Normally the historical societies of towns are located inside centuries old buildings. In the case of West Bridgewater not only was this spot an historic site, it was also located next to a small farm loaded with cows out for a graze. The Reverend James Keith House(right) is packed with history. Built in 1662 it was the home of the first minister of what was then Old Bridgewater, James Keith. The area on which the house was built was a colonial outpost and garrison. This was important because it was in this very house where in 1676 the wife and son of King Philip, also known as Metacom, were held during King Philip’s War. The Keith House is recognized as the oldest parsonage, or rectory, in America.
After leaving the Keith House and the adorable cows I headed for a more serious and sinister area. Hockomock Swamp in West Bridgewater is the stuff of legend. The 6,000 acre wetland was a strategic area for Metacom to launch attacks on nearby settlements during King Philip’s War but that is only scratching the surface of why the Hockomock name is so well known.
Coming from the Native American word meaning ‘where the spirits dwell’ Hockomock is seen by many as the site of strange occurrences to this day. This has earned the area the nickname the ‘Bridgewater Triangle.’ Sightings of UFO’s, bigfoot, ‘black helicopters,’ and thunderbirds have been reported in this area. Despite these possibilities I headed down to the swamp not expecting anything out of the ordinary.
I will admit though that as I drove down a bumpy dirt road that carried me into the swamp the bright sun was quickly replaced with an eerie fog which gave me pause about my expedition momentarily. I drove as far as I could and then walked from there. The swamp area that I experienced was lush and green and filled with insects(left). The only odd noises came from scattering birds that heard me coming but were out of sight from me. Eventually the insects got the better of me before I got more than a mile into the quiet of the swamp and I was forced to retreat. Although it would have been neat to see or hear something I could not explain I will admit that I am glad I did not.
Though separated into three completely independent towns East, West, and Bridgewater proper are all parts of one beautiful whole. Having the opportunity to pay respect to some dearly departed relative in East Bridgewater and also getting to take a walk in the ‘Bridgewater Triangle’ made the trip one to remember. Since they are all connected I highly recommend taking a day and visiting all three of the Bridgewater towns, it is well worth it. Have fun and happy traveling!
Directions: Keith House: From I-495 west take Exit 7A for Rt. 24 north. Take Exit 16A for Rt. 106, turn right at N. Elm St. Continue onto Charles St., turn left at River St., Keith House is #223.
Hockomock Swamp: From I-495 west take Exit 7A for Rt. 24 north. Take Exit 16A for Rt. 106, turn left at N. Elm St. Turn right at Grant Street, right at Copeland St., turn right after .3 miles, and a quick right to lead you around a cemetery, go straight and at the end is the entrance.
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in the recent months it was somewhat surreal to actually stand before the markers of some of these long since departed relatives. The cemetery itself is small and on a rural intersection which made it very peaceful and quiet; a perfect setting to envelop myself in thought. Not wanting my entire day to be spent in a cemetery I moved on in East Bridgewater.
out for a graze. The Reverend James Keith House(right) is packed with history. Built in 1662 it was the home of the first minister of what was then Old Bridgewater, James Keith. The area on which the house was built was a colonial outpost and garrison. This was important because it was in this very house where in 1676 the wife and son of King Philip, also known as Metacom, were held during King Philip’s War. The Keith House is recognized as the oldest parsonage, or rectory, in America.
’s, bigfoot, ‘black helicopters,’ and thunderbirds have been reported in this area. Despite these possibilities I headed down to the swamp not expecting anything out of the ordinary. 
’ made the trip one to remember. Since they are all connected I highly recommend taking a day and visiting all three of the Bridgewater towns, it is well worth it. Have fun and happy traveling!