Founder of Trips Down Memory Lane
Steve Jones
Steve was born in 1950 and grew up in Southern Ohio, where he delivered the Dayton Daily News and spent his sixth year “driving” a rusted-out sedan up on blocks in a nearby junkyard. He was a student at Kent State in 1970. He started Trips Down Memory Lane because, as he puts it, the things that hold our fondest memories are from long, long ago. Today he runs the site with his son, Cory.
Stories by Steve
13 Photos of What Dating Looked Like in the 1970s
Thirteen real photographs from the National Archives of couples courting in the 1970s: riverbanks, roller rinks, midways, ballrooms,…
12 Totally Rad ’80s Party Decoration Ideas
Neon squiggles, a cardboard MTV photo booth, Pac-Man ghosts and a Cabbage Patch adoption corner: 12 easy ways…
12 Noises From the 1970s That Don’t Exist Anymore
The rotary dial, the 8-track clunk, the filmstrip beep, and nine more sounds that slipped out of ordinary…
12 Things Only People Who Rented From Blockbuster Will Remember
The smell, the wall, the pizza and the two-liter, and the late fees nobody misses. Twelve things you…
Snacks That Only Existed in the 1960s
Freeze-dried strawberries, ice cream in the cereal bowl, and pudding you made by shaking a cup. Nine snacks…
Saturday Morning Cartoons: When One Morning of TV Was Worth the Whole Week’s Wait
A bowl of cereal, pajamas, and the floor in front of the TV set. Remembering the sacred childhood…
Meet Me at the Soda Fountain: When the Drugstore Counter Was the Center of Town
Cherry Cokes, egg creams, and a soda jerk who knew everybody’s order by heart. Pull up a stool…
Straight From Grandma’s Recipe Box: 7 Dishes That Tasted Like Home
Handwritten cards, splattered with butter and love. These are the dishes that meant family — from Sunday pot…
A Transistor Radio Under the Pillow: Falling in Love With Music After Lights-Out
One earphone, a nine-volt battery, and a DJ spinning the hits from a thousand miles away. How a…
Marbles, Jacks & a Piece of Chalk: The Toys That Never Needed Batteries
No screens, no batteries, no adult supervision — just a bag of marbles, a piece of sidewalk chalk,…