MORE FROM THE 1970s
BATTLE
FOR THE UNIVERSE
Star
Trek: The Motion Picture. Released a decade after the original
television series wrapped up, this film wasn’t the blockbuster hit the
franchise had hoped for, but it certainly paved the way for future movies, TV
shows, and a plethora of Star Trek merchandise.
Actress
Persis Khambatta took on the role of Lt. Ilia, making history as the first
female actress to completely shave her head for a role. I can only imagine the
bravery it took—I'd be too scared to try after all my head injuries. Honestly,
I have no idea what my melon looks like now!
The best
part for me? They brought back the entire original crew for the film! As far as
I was concerned, Persis Khambatta and Stephen Collins (who played Captain
Willard Decker) were just bit part cameos.
I once had
the incredible chance to meet James Doohan, a.k.a. Scotty, at Northridge Mall
in Salinas. For reasons that still baffle me, he was there for the opening of a
gym! I was both elated and a bit disappointed. Elated because, duh, it was
Scotty! I couldn’t have been more excited to see the living, breathing Mr.
Scott! But my disappointment hit when I walked in and saw he had a full beard
and mustache—not the look from the one and only original Star Trek of the time.
Scotty was always cleanshaven. The real kicker was when he spoke to me, he had
no Scottish accent at all—just a regular voice, just like mine! I was stunned
to find out he was Canadian, not Scottish at all! But you bet I still snagged
an autograph! Where that autograph book is today remains a mystery.
Star
Wars.
The first film was originally titled just "Star Wars" and later
rebranded as "Star Wars: Episode IV – A New Hope," hit theaters on
May 25, 1977, directed by the legendary George Lucas.
This film
became a massive box office success, igniting a franchise that includes
sequels, prequels, animated series, books, and a mountain of merchandise. It
revolutionized the sci-fi genre and popular culture, introducing us to iconic
characters, memorable quotes, and a richly crafted universe.
At the box
office, "Star Wars" took the number one spot, followed by #2: Smokey and the Bandit, #3: Close Encounters of the
Third Kind,
and #4: Saturday
Night Fever.
Surprisingly, I’ve seen all but one of those films! I was too young for one of them when it came out, and
as I got older, I just never thought to watch it. Any guesses? Yep, it was Saturday
Night Fever starring John Travolta! Although he was great in Welcome Back, Kotter, which debuted in
1975.
While I loved
Star
Wars,
I’m definitely a much bigger Star Trek fan. I know that
might be fighting words in some corners of the universe, but in a battle, I’d
take a phaser over a lightsaber any day!
A favorite Star Trek line that everyone
uses, “Beam me up, Scotty,” was never actually said quite that way on the show.
In contrast, the now-iconic phrase “May the Force be with you” was used three
times in the 1977 movie Star Wars. It is first spoken by General Dodonna before the Rebel
Alliance's attack on the Death Star. Han Solo says it to Luke Skywalker just
before the final battle, and Obi-Wan Kenobi shares it with Luke as he prepares
to leave for the Death Star. This phrase has truly become a beloved part of the
Star
Wars
legacy!
FAMOUS
PEOPLE I’VE MET
Besides
James Doohan, I’ve also met both the Lennon Sisters and Alan Hale Jr. (Skipper
on Gilligan’s
Island),
and it all happened in an unusual place—the opening of a bank in Salinas! Mama
took us on two different days to meet them. I don’t remember much about meeting
the Lennon Sisters, but all I recall about Alan Hale Jr. is that he was very
grumpy, which left me a bit disappointed.
Our Mama was
a HUGE fan of Laura Ingalls Wilder. She read her books over and over. When the
TV series Little
House on the Prairie
came out, she was in absolute heaven! We watched it as a family every night it
aired. The big bonus was that Michael Landon played Pa, and us girls had loved
him since Bonanza! I guarantee that if
Pa was crying, so was Daddy. We’d all look at him, and he’d be sniffling,
telling us, “Well, it’s sad.” He had such a big heart.
In the show,
Laura marries Almanzo “Manly” Wilder, played by Dean Butler. I don’t recall
what event we were attending, but it took place at Sherwood Hall in Salinas.
Dean Butler was in the audience, and Mama wanted to meet him so badly but was
extremely bashful, so she sent me instead. I introduced myself, told him my
Mama was a huge fan, and pointed her out several rows behind him. Mama went a
little crazy, waving like a maniac! He was taken aback but waved back and made
her night.
Another time
at Sherwood Hall, my mom and I went to a cooking show where Martin Yan from Yan Can Cook was doing a
demonstration. We even got samples of his delicious cooking! After the show, we
met him, and he autographed his cookbook for me. He found my name (still Candi
Apple back then) quite amusing and got a good laugh.
My mom made
one of his salads for my dad, and later she told me that Daddy took a bite and
looked at her so sadly. Apparently, he was NOT a fan of either arugula or
frisée at all! She said he looked so hurt that she would feed it to him. And
this was a man who would eat almost any veggie you can imagine!
MORE
FROM 70s ENTERTAINMENT
The movie Grease was released in
1978, starring John Travolta and Olivia Newton-John. My mom loved the film, but
the first time she saw it, she cried. It reminded her of her high school days
when she was “thin and popular”—her words—which made her feel a bit melancholy.
Back in her teens, my mom was outgoing and even competed in a beauty pageant!
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My Mom, Charlotte Apple (nee Hill) a contestant for Miss National City |
Other
notable movies from the 70s included Alien, The Muppet Movie, and The Jerk, all of which made a
splash at the box office. And let’s not forget Jaws! That film had
everyone too afraid to go back in the water!
NEW
IN THE 70s
The Garfield comic strip debuted
in June of 1978, bringing the lovable, lasagna-loving cat to life!
Some of the
memorable TV shows that premiered in the 1970s include Battlestar Galactica, Diff’rent Strokes, Taxi, WKRP in Cincinnati, Fantasy Island, Dallas, The Hulk, Three’s Company, and MASH.*
In 1978,
both Reese’s Pieces and Speak & Spell were introduced, setting the stage
for their important roles in the movie E.T. that would come out several years
later!
CLOSE
CALL
One
afternoon, I was playing outside—something we did most days because we didn’t
have cell phones, laptops, video games, or social media. We had acres of land
to explore and enjoy! On this particular day, I was leaning against our Volvo,
munching on an orange while watching my friends play. I pulled off three
sections at once and took a bite that immediately lodged in my throat! I
couldn’t breathe, I couldn’t talk, and I couldn’t make a peep. All I could do
was panic, and I did that very well.
I started
running for our front door, and before I even reached the porch, my Daddy came
running outside. He quickly turned me around and performed the Heimlich
Maneuver to dislodge the orange. It popped right out, and I took a long, deep
breath!
The craziest
part? My Mama had been sitting on the couch in the living room, reading a book,
while Daddy was sound asleep on the floor. Mama later told me she never heard a
thing, but Daddy suddenly jumped up from his nap and rushed out the door. So
many things saved my life that day: first and foremost, that Daddy was home,
and second, that he had recently learned CPR and the Heimlich Maneuver through
his work. What made him leap up from a sound sleep, dash outside, and know
exactly what I needed? I guess that depends on your beliefs.
I HIGHLY
recommend everyone take a course in basic first aid and CPR. A great place to
start is at your local Red Cross!
https://www.redcross.org/
A
NEW MICROWAVE – OR – EGG ON YOUR FACE
One day,
while Mama was out, Daddy came home with a new kitchen appliance that my sister
and I had never seen before: a microwave oven! Although microwaves were
invented in the mid-40s, the first residential countertop versions didn’t hit
the market until 1967, and their real popularity took off in the 70s.
Daddy set
this marvel up on our island and began reading through the instructions. He had
one of those minds that could comprehend anything technical. Well, the manual
clearly stated, “DO NOT BOIL AN EGG” in the microwave—apparently, it just
couldn’t be done. Naturally, our dad took that as a challenge and decided to
boil an egg in the brand-new microwave. He placed the egg inside, turned it on,
and, predictably, the egg exploded all over the inside of the microwave!
Not to be
deterred, he figured that maybe the egg needed to be in a glass bowl filled
with water. So, after cleaning up the first mess, he gave it another shot… and
the egg exploded again! After a second cleanup, Daddy had a breakthrough: he
just needed to poke a small hole in the egg before nuking it. Third time's the
charm, right? Wrong! The microwave was cleaned up yet again after the third
explosion, all so Mama could see her gift without egg bits clinging to the
inside.
Even crazier
than the whole egg saga was that I remember the microwave came with a long wand
you were supposed to periodically wave around the microwave’s door to detect
any radiation leaks! We may have risked glowing in the dark, but at least we
could have a bowl of hot soup in less than two minutes!
WHEELIN’
& DEALIN’
Our Daddy
was quite the horse trader throughout his life. I think that came from never
really having a lot of money, so he would bargain and barter for just about
everything.
One day, he
came home with a big surprise: a home gaming system that included Pong and a
dominoes game. We never got any other games for it, but we still had fun
playing it occasionally. I’m not sure what he traded for it, but we were the
only family I knew of that had one!
On another
occasion, he repaired someone’s VW bus, and to pay for the work, the man’s
wife, with our dad’s input, designed and made us a beautiful stained-glass
hanging lamp for over our dining room table. I still have it today, although
since we travel full-time now, the lamp is in storage. It has four sides of glass,
in Mama’s favorite color: blue, and each side features one golden apple and one
red apple.
HIGH
SCHOOL #1 – GO TROJANS
I
experienced a life-changing event just before my 14th birthday, which marked
the beginning of my journey as a troubled and rebellious teenager. My parents
had no idea what was happening to me, and honestly, I didn’t fully understand
it myself. I never talked to them, or anyone else, about it until I was in my 30s. I mention
this only to provide some context for the choices I made moving forward.
My first
year in high school was challenging because I was so unfocused and
self-destructive. I broke my parents’ hearts when I ran away from home for two
weeks. I cut many classes and hung out with the wrong crowd, consistently
making poor choices.
I struggled
in class, had difficulty concentrating on the material, and little interest in
learning. It was mutually agreed that I would change high schools the following
year.
HIGH
SCHOOL #2 – GO VIKINGS
My sophomore
year was spent at a different high school, and I was doing better personally.
But just when I thought I was getting my act together, I met a boy and made a
few more crazy decisions! Just before my 17th birthday, we found out I was
pregnant.
Neither of
us EVER considered an abortion, but when it came time to tell our parents, it
was much easier to share the news with his parents than mine. By the time I
mustered the courage to tell my mom, she had already figured it out. She was
the one who told my dad, and once again, I broke his heart. He didn’t speak to
me for almost two weeks, but eventually, he accepted it. I was his daughter and
he loved me. He would come home from work every day and talk to my tummy,
saying, “Grandpa, Grandpa,” and then after dinner we would still watch Star Trek together.
DRIVER’S
TRAINING
Back in the
70s, Driver’s Training was still taught in schools. For our class, you had to
read the driver’s handbook and write a lengthy essay on it. The first ones done
with their essay got to be in the first group to drive the training car with an
instructor. This was probably the only time in my life that I dedicated every
minute to a homework assignment—I wanted my license so badly! The following
day, I turned in a 36-page essay and was in the first group to drive. YAY ME!
When I
climbed behind the wheel, I was pretty nervous. Adjust the seat—check! Adjust
the mirrors—check! Buckle up—check! Have a group of friends watching—check!
Have an instructor who doubles as a comedian? Double check! The instructor
asked if those were my friends watching, and I told him they were. So, as I
nervously backed out of the parking space, he kept hitting the brake on his
side of the car, causing the vehicle to jerk to a stop over and over. *SIGH*
With my
Driver’s Permit in hand, Mama let me drive our jalopy of a station wagon to
school one morning, with her seated next to me. She even let me pick up my
boyfriend! I was feeling pretty cool—until I had to stop at an intersection.
This station wagon was special: when you stopped, you had to put it in park and
keep your foot on the gas so it wouldn’t die. I managed that perfectly, but
shifting back into drive turned out to be an issue. To get to park, you had to
pass through reverse, which the big ol’ wagon did, it reversed… and bam! I hit
the front end of a car. A teacher’s car. A teacher from my high school. *SIGH* Luckily, my
boyfriend never said a word. Even luckier? There was no damage to either car!
At some
point while I was learning to drive, Mama was hospitalized at Stanford
University Medical Center, which was over an hour away from home. Daddy would
come home from work exhausted, but we still drove up every day to see Mama.
Then Daddy got the crazy idea that I could drive while he napped. The problem?
We were in that itty-bitty 1970 Honda N600, which had a manual transmission. I
didn’t know how to drive a stick shift!
Now, back
then, Highway 101 didn’t go all the way through Gilroy, north of us. The
highway ended, and you had to make a couple of turns, ending up on a road
affectionately known as “Blood Alley.” Well, it was while on Blood Alley that
Daddy thought it would be a good place to switch places… while still driving!
As he slid under me, somehow my 6'2½" dad managed to squeeze into the
passenger seat and nap while I drove, praying I wouldn’t hit a red light at an
intersection, because I’d have to get the car rolling without stalling it!
Thankfully, that never happened.
After Mama
got out of the hospital, it was time for me to learn to drive a stick. Mama
took me to the parking lot of Northridge Mall, before the cinema was built in
the far lot. It was the perfect place to learn: wide open spaces and very
little traffic. Mama tried her best to teach me, but to no avail. A few days
later, Daddy took me there and explained why I needed to push in the clutch,
shift gears, and release the clutch—and POW! It suddenly made sense, and I was
driving a stick! Mama was not pleased it only took Daddy about an hour to teach
me.
Now here’s
where it got tricky: I was fine on flat roadways, but toss in a slight incline,
and I was done. One day, I found myself stopped on a tiny little incline at an
intersection with the highway I needed to get on. Every time I tried to go
forward, I either rolled backward or stalled the car. After about five,
possibly ten tries, I finally had to switch places with Mama.
The next
incident happened at a slightly steeper incline. I was stopped for a red light,
already stressed about the hill, when I looked in the mirror and saw a
motorcycle at my bumper. When the light turned green, I tried and tried to get
up that stupid hill, but the car kept rolling backward! I could see the guy on
the bike lift his feet and roll back each time I tried. Eventually, I had to
switch places with Mama. So embarrassing! *SIGH*
On my 16th
birthday, Grandma and Papa Hill were visiting from San Diego. Papa let me use
his car to take my driving test—it was an automatic! When I arrived at the DMV
for the driving portion, the instructor asked if I would be okay with another
person riding with us to evaluate him. I was 16; what was I going to say to
this adult, “No”? So, I had someone evaluating me while he had someone
evaluating him!
The guy
evaluating me was very stern, speaking clearly and precisely, saying things
like, “Turn right at the next corner, at the next corner turn right.” It was
freaking me out! I ended up failing my test for going 5 mph over the speed
limit at a blind intersection and for backing down the road like a drunken
baboon. Needless to say, I was crushed! But I went back the next day to try
again. The same instructor came out, and my heart dropped! He got in the car,
and we took off. He was unbelievably chill now that he wasn’t being evaluated!
He told dumb dad jokes and casually pointed out the directions he wanted me to
go—and I passed with flying colors! PHEW!
FYI: almost
every vehicle I’ve owned as an adult has had a manual transmission. Once I
learned to drive one, they became my favorite!
HIGH
SCHOOL #3—GO CONDORS
Through no
fault of my own, I was moved to a different high school for my junior year.
This time, it was because a newly built school opened up, and I lived in that
district. I say "newly built," but the truth is it was still under
construction! Juniors were the upperclassmen since there were no seniors
attending yet. There were no lockers, and you had to hike over mountains of
dirt just to get to some classes.
By this
time, I was a few months pregnant and carrying all my schoolbooks while
climbing over dirt piles wasn’t exactly easy. But I tried to stick it out. I
missed a lot of days of school due to the pregnancy, but I made myself a
promise: if I was old enough to have a baby, I was definitely going to get my
diploma! I worked harder than I ever had, and even though I missed quite a lot
of school, I still made the very first Principal’s Honor Roll List.
Unfortunately,
it became increasingly difficult to navigate the campus, so I transferred to a
continuation school (HIGH SCHOOL #4—Go… I don’t think there was a mascot). The
setup was interesting: I picked up packets of schoolwork once a week, completed
the assignments, and returned the packets with my work. It was surprisingly
simple! But I still had a year to go.
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To be
continued…