All right...guess its time for the "old fart" to add his devaluated two cents.
Was born in '62, so lived though several TEOTWAWKI (The End of The World As We Know It) moments - which was used long before REM made it popular. Worst was through high school from '78 to '81 - was darned certain one of the two biggest, baddest boys on the block was bound to start something, with Iron Lady Thatcher in the cheerleading section. Then, poof! Not with a bang, but a whimper, the USSR folds! Then we had the turbulent months of Y2K - which incidently was quite real, simply not the huge meltdown everyone was expecting.
But ahh - those shelters!! In college some friends and myself were invited to clean out a section of steam tunnels to make room for more obsolete junk; with the proviso that "you haul it out - its yours - we don't want to know". The first Civil Defense oddity (absurdity actually) was the TOILETS!! Imagine opening a cardboard drum roughly 2' diameter and 3' tall and pulling out a seat designed to fit on top of the drum, along with plastic liners, 200-grit toiletpaper, and a gallon jug of iodine to keep the stench down after using it. Remember, a shelter was designed to hold a few hundred folks in a fairly confined space for an indefinite amount of time - even BO would start getting on other people's nerves! Then the good stuff was uncovered! Survey meters, dosimeters, and a dozen ANG11 radios - complete with corroded batteries. Food came up next (almost literally!) We uncovered several varieties, the first were 45lb tins of hard candy (for carbs), large tins of crackers, carton after carton of someones idea of peanut butter, and a few cases of C-Rations (grand-daddy to MREs). The candy was great - we put bowls of it out during dorm parties. The crackers in contrast were actually disguised roach poison (roomie discovered a dead roach next to some so the moniker stuck!). The C-rats were to say the least disgusting - ever see a green egg? Even the Lucky Strike studs were dried out. Only salvageable thing out of those were the sterno heaters and the pound cake. The peanut butter - we set it out on the curb one morning and it was gone that afternoon after classes - best forgotten. But the most darkly humorous thing we later discovered was that even though we hauled out six or seven pickup truck-loads of stuff out; NONE of us saw a CAN OPENER in any of the stuff! Holy Water Chips, batman!
Being in "tornado alley", we have a nice low-budget home-made 'Vault" which I've nicknamed 13. Should the house be destroyed, we could live somewhat comfortably for a few months in it. The shelter is made from several 14'dia steel culverts welded together into a bedroom/commons/storage/physical plant arrangement. Stays a pleasant 74 degrees year round!
I was born in '87, so I've obviously never really dealt with this, and even my parents (born in '66) said they didn't really remember much about this stuff, but my aunt who was born in the lat 40's, and my grandparents remembered this stuff. I don't think any of them were really ever worried about it that much.
I also live in tornado alley, but we don't have any sort of shelter. Some of the neighborhoods less than a mile away from our house have been completely leveled, but we've been lucky so far. We just have a basemant. (at my apartment, we don't even have a basemant, but at least we're on the bottom floor).
I just can't imagine living in fear like that.