Those spin-the-bottle days…

Mike Staton
I’m Mike Staton and I wrote this post.

How did I miss out on all this teenage hijinks?

Oh yea, I was shy. And way too much moving between five years old and sixteen years old. Two states, Ohio and California. Six times total.

Sure looks like kids were having fun back in the 1940s, ‘50s and ‘60s, though.

Spin-the-bottle games, makeout sessions on couches and in the backseat of cars, sock hops, county fair kissing booths, and something called the Temptation Game, which looks like an excuse for making out.

Teenage life
If you look at old Life Magazine stories, you learn the modern teenager roared into existence about 1920 — emerging from a Model T womb.

I perused Google and Pinterest looking for old teenage photos of boys and girls doing what they loved to do back then – and today. Thought you’d enjoy having your memories nudged back into consciousness.

I do recall a game of spin-the-bottle. The year was 1961 or thereabouts. One of the girls who lived across the street, Betty Barnes, took me into her house one day. Her 13-year-old sister Sandy was playing the kissing game with other young teens. I’m not sure if the teen couples kissed in a closet or smooched sitting on the floor. My guess? Sitting on the floor, since that garners more giggles from the others.

I figured I’d be playing spin-the-bottle in a few years, but it didn’t happen. We moved from Rialto to Corona, leaving behind the nucleus of friends who would have made up a spin-the-bottle game. Thinking back, one in particular would probably have been my first going-steady girlfriend – Laura Wagner, who lived two houses down from my house on St. Elmo Drive.

Spin Botttle
A rite of passage… playing Spin the Bottle, or so we’re told.

During the elementary-school years, Laura and I were inseparable friends. When her mother told eight-year-old Laura that girls her age couldn’t spend the night with nine-year-old boys, she couldn’t keep back the tears. Laura was a tomboy. We played catch, wrestled, rode our bikes together and swam in each other’s pools. As we wrestled one time, Laura started singing a mushy love song and kissed me. I acted like she gave me cooties. Her family moved away to Anaheim. We soon followed – to Norco.

Had we been living close together in our teenage years, would our friendship have bloomed into a romance? Who knows? We did like each other. I saw Laura one more time before we moved back to Ohio.

Teenage makeout party
Gosh… I must have gone to a dozen makeout parties when I was a teenager. NOT! Poor me… I missed out on lip-numbing experience.

We visited the Wagner family in their home in Anaheim in early October 1965. I was a little over a month from turning 14 and in the eighth grade. Laura was in the seventh grade. She wasn’t home, so I bummed around with her brother Mark, also in the eighth grade. When she did make an appearance, Laura and a friend appeared in tennis dresses and were soon back out the front door. I didn’t see her again. I do recall thinking Laura no longer looked like that tomboy runt I wrestled with in my side yard. She’d bloomed into a beautiful young girl who fit flawlessly into that tennis dress. I will admit… I was taken aback when she hardly acknowledged me. She did ask me if I liked tennis. I backhanded a crappy answer to her, told her I wasn’t interested in sissy sport. Not surprising, she didn’t ask me to go to the tennis court with her and her friend. I often made tactical mistakes when talking to girls. Want to hear some irony? Later when I became an adult, I became a tennis aficionado.

Car makeout
I did make out a time or two in a car. One memory springs to life… a girl named Phyllis who was quite adventurous.

Cynthia lived a block from me in our neighborhood tract in Corona/Norco. At the bus stop, she’d sit beside me on a retaining wall and shoot the breeze. That was in sixth grade in 1964 shortly after our families moved into the new housing development. In the seventh grade, she was the first girl I danced with at my first sock hop at Norco Junior High. We were coasting along quite nicely toward some hand-holding and a kiss or two until I decided to act like Mr. Cool. Remember my earlier comment about tactical mistakes?

One day the mist was so heavy the school bus couldn’t pick us up until around ten after the sun had burned away the fog. When I reached the bus stop, Cynthia ran up to me like she meant to give me a hug. I stupidly pushed her away. She shot back an angry retort.

Sock hop
I went to my first sock hop in 1964 in 7th grade. Cynthia was my first slow-dance girl. She lived a street away.

I was trying to show the other guys at the bus stop I wasn’t a henpecked guy. Our friendship was never quite the same. In eighth grade, Cynthia went steady with someone else, holding hands and sneaking kisses. Then just before we moved back to Ohio, Cynthia’s family moved to Las Vegas.

At that first sock hop, I slow-danced with another girl, an amply endowed seventh grader who looked a sophomore in high school. When I danced with Cynthia, we didn’t snuggle-dance. Tonya would have none of that keep-at-arms-length Victorian balderdash. She pressed me against her and we truly danced cheek to cheek. In one class, she sat in the back row and I sat one row in front of her. One time I turned and found her adjusting a nylon. With her dress pulled up to her thighs, Tonya was tossing coy smiles my way. Had my family stayed in the Corona/Norco neighborhood and not moved across the country, maybe Tonya would have been my first teenage romance.

Mike Circa 1964
Yep, that’s Mike during the sock hop era, playing my first guitar. Yep, Mike at 13, cool California Mike.

Turning shy and awkward in Ohio, I gave up playing sports and retreated into science fiction and fantasy novels. I made no effort to date until college and later during my twenties at my first newspaper job. For folks who stayed in one town through elementary school, junior high and high school, you’re fortunate. No moving incessantly to new schools. No struggling to make new friends.

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I’m an author with three published fantasy novels – The Emperor’s Mistress, Thief’s Coin and Assassins’ Lair. The books make up a trilogy titled Larenia’s Shadow. A fourth novel, this one a historical romance set during the Civil War, is scheduled for publication in October. It’s called Blessed Shadows Dark and Deep. I’ve begun writing my second Civil War novel – Deepening Homefront Shadows. All my novels can be purchased via the website of my publisher, Wings ePress, as well as the websites of Amazon and Barnes and Noble.


16 thoughts on “Those spin-the-bottle days…

  1. Oh, how I can relate, Mike! I didn’t even steal kisses in junior high and high school. Shy, introverted teenage Gayle. We moved from Iowa to Wyoming during the summer between junior and senior years in high school, so I was able to “start over,” and finally started dating the summer after graduation. Glad those days are over! LOL Love the photo of you with the guitar — do you still play music?

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    1. I figured a lot of people probably had similar experiences as I had back in our teenage years. In the 1970s I bought a nice guitar while living in Lancaster, Ohio, but in the 1990s I decided to give it to a friend of mine who played the guitar far more than me.


  2. mike, the account of your relationship with Laura reminded me of a boy I knew when I was in fourth grade, and he was in third. We spent a lot of time together and even performed in the school talent show. His family moved away, and we lino touch. Recently when I blogged about him, somebody told me they thought he was dead. Who knows?

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  3. I was shy awkward and in high school thought no one was interested in me, so I concentrated on scholarship and scared everybody away. Years later I learned I’d been most interesting to several boys but had–scared them away. Oh, well.

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  4. To be honest, I was too busy finding my place in the world to worry too much about all the boy/girl stuff. Guess, if I remember correctly, I just went my own way and hoped others would catch up. *GRIN*. Great post, but I didn’t have any of those memories to call up. *Sigh*. Doris

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    1. I’m discovering that most people lacked those memories. I wonder where Life Magazine found those teens. I don’t think they were representative of most of the teens of that time.


  5. I went to country school till 7th grade and not many kids to become attached to, but I did have one who kissed me in 4th, he was in 8th, and to this day I have warm feelings for him. A super nice guy but the age difference was too great I guess back then. I think our social blunders and shyness are ways the good Lord helps protect many of us from some possible mistakes at an early age. Enjoyed your memories and picture of you!


    1. Hey, Neva, there’s lots of positives to going to small country schools. My mom graduated from a small-town Ohio high school in 1947. I think first grade to 12 grade was in one building. I use to look at her HS yearbook. I think her senior class was only about 25 kids. She did tell me lots of stories about her dating experiences back in the 1940s.


      1. I went to one of those schools, Mike. Graduated in a class of 12 in 1969. We were within 15 miles of three much larger towns (and only 45 miles from Austin), but somehow the district hung on. And it’s still there, despite a larger district’s repeated attempts to consolidate.


  6. I had 3 steady boyfriend’s when I was 13. (Not really allowed to date, but saw them at skating and basketball games/dances) I never thoight they’d run into each other, but one day I got a phone call from all three of them–I had to make a choice since they all lived in the same town- I lived in the country by a different town. I chose the one who talked the most and I stayed with him off and on until I got married. He died of cancer 5 years ago. He was my first love, and then I met Del and found my true love.

    Thanks foir making me stop and think about my fun filled teen years. Cher’ley.

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  7. I wasn’t very outgoing back then. I didn’t date all all in grammar school. In high school all of my dates were arranged as part of a double date until I was around 16. Looking back I had pretty bad taste in guys as a teen. Luckily my taste improved as I got older. But I admit I wonder every now and then about what happen to a few of them.


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