Posts tagged ‘bbq’

A Girl and Her Trike – 1967

Little Red Trike in Kodachrome [1967]

The stunning Mrs. BelRedRoad is seen here in the backyard of her Aunt and Uncle’s home in Edmonds WA, with Granddad firing up the grill for some meat.  Looking closely at this Kodachrome slide, probably taken by her Grandmother, one notices the trike isn’t just red. It’s Metallic Dark Red with a good amount of Sixties metalflake in the paint.

Pretty righteous!

Mrs. BelRedRoad can also be seen in the following:

Little Red Car on Kodachrome [1968]

A Girl and Her Bike [1970]

Monkees Lunch Box [1967]

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Grilling Sixties Style

Couple outside with their grill: Cocoa Beach, Florida

Couple outside with their grill: Cocoa Beach, Florida - 1970

Today in Seattle it’s 28 degrees and frozen.  Makes me think of a big juicy steak on the patio!

Let’s face it: Nothing beats the good life of family and food. For centuries mankind has scorched their dinner over fire; and the 1960s upped the ante by adding space-age charm to the grilling process.  Check out these awesome shots from the decade where meat mattered.  Big time.

Barbequing on a pier boat: Weeki Wachee Spring, Florida

Barbequing on a pier boat: Weeki Wachee Spring, FL - 1961

Family camping and picnicking at John Pennekamp Coral Reef State Park

Family camping and picnicking at John Pennekamp Coral Reef State Park - 1966

Governor and Mrs. Collins enjoying barbecue at mansion: Tallahassee, Florida

Governor and Mrs. Collins enjoying barbecue: Tallahassee, Florida, 1960

Long Ago

Photo Credit: TTumlin (Creative Commons)

Photo Credit: BrownWindsor (Creative Commons)

Party Recipe Ideas (3), 1962

Scanned by alsis35 (Creative Commons)

YMCA Barbecue

YMCA Barbecue - 1965

YMCA Barbecue

YMCA Barbecue - 1965

Arbaugh's Restaurant, Washington, D.C.

Arbaugh's Restaurant, D.C. - 1968 / Photo Credit NaslRogues

1947 ... spam pineapple and bbq sauce!

Scan Credit: X-Ray Delta One

And check out these meaty gems, courtesy of Charm And Poise!

Turning Large Cuts of Meat

Festive Hamburger

My Back is Killing Me, Son.  These Hot Dogs Are Done.  Period.

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