The 1960s 
  
                                                                   

               

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What can I say ? My favourite era of "Memories Never Die"!!  This is the decade I could write a book about: just like everyone else who grew up in the sensational 60s, I suppose. It was a very special and magical time.
There's a saying that "if you remember the 60s, you weren't there"-----not true, in my humble opinion.
Nor in the opinion of Tom Rush in the following clip LOL (my apologies that the clip is from YouTube, a site from which I hardly ever download any songs ----- but this was better than the version from my own private music video collection).  
By the way, Tom Rush wrote "No Regrets" which you can watch The Walker Brothers singing on another page of this website.

 
 

Does Keith Richards remember the 60s, 70s, 80s, 90s............??????(BTW, isn't he looking ......ermmmm "wonderful" ; and I hope he gives me no reason to alter this webpage in the near future:)))))??????
Good old Keef :
Is HE a silversurfer, do you think ?


 
I was just a kid whose entire teenage years were spent in the golden age of the swingin'1960s. The core of nostalgia. The core of "Memories Never Die".
 
OK.........did I notice the world change in January 1960 ?   Nope...........
In fact, I don't think 1960, 61, 62 were really very different, if at all, from 1958 and 1959 : not in the great scheme of things.
 
But, for me personally, there WAS actually a big change , as soon as the 60s began. September 1960 I started at my new school. What a culture shock. From the  cramped old Victorian School I went to in the 1950s, I suddenly found myself in one of those new-fangled comprehensive schools, purpose-built 5 years earlier, every mod-con, spacious (with enough land to build a small town, which funnily enough, is exactly what happened just after the Millennium when a 45 year old building in excellent condition became the centre of some developer's dream)-but a photo still exists


 
About 1,000 pupils, 40 staff ; and a caretaker who lived in a smashin' detached house in the school grounds that my Mum & Dad could never aspire to. For the first few years at that school , I gave up my dreams of being the next Billy Wright ; and I aspired to becoming a comprehensive school caretaker.
 
If you've read about my 1950s' school you'll know that I may have started at this brand new Comp with a few disadvantages in my satchel ( if you haven't read about the 1950s.......get back and do so: you don't think you can just wander aimlessly at will through this little website , do you ?? Look on your visit to this website  like a trip to Fawlty Towers------me=Basil ; you=guest; =no pudding if you haven't eaten your poached hamster starter:)))


 
So, if you had to pop back to the 1950's nostalgia page, you'll now recall that my Primary School was not exactly in the vanguard of educational excellence so........I had a bit of catching up to do in my first year at the new school. It was hard, difficult, gruelling: but , like Terry Collier, I never talk about it :))))))))  (Oh I DO hope the reader of this is about my age........or he/she is going to have to give up ............or spend a lot of time with

Those 7 years, between age 11 and 18, were among the very best of my whole life ; and I just feel so lucky to have been there------with dedicated teachers who taught working-class kids from a little industrial town and showed those who wanted to know.......a whole new world of learning. And not just how to speak French or tackle quadratic equations but how to grow from child to apprentice adult. Please listen to Lulu singing "To Sir, With Love" and, if you don't already know what I'm rabbiting on about.......the song will help :)

The only real drawback was that soccer was not allowed: it was rugby only. I hated that game.......I still can't watch it even today. First PE lesson, I vividly recall an impromptu "match" to introduce "newcomers to the game" what it was all about. I was "lurking" when the queer-shaped ball bounced into my path. I picked it up and was quietly contemplating what I should do with it. The next thing I remember were about 15 bodies piled on top of mine, I couldn't breath, and the world went black as I lost consciousness. It was agony, scarred me for life, but I stick with Terry again : " I never talk about it":))))  But the nightmares persist. Some memories never die .... AAAGGGHHH





During all the other times I had to play that "game", I treated the ball like a burning coal-------and , if it ever came my way ( which was rarely, as I invariably stood close to a white line or corner flag------I immediately threw it away. It worked for me......and, if it helps any of our younger readers : please send a cheque in the post.

One of my great passions was "real" football. It's not surprising, given the school I went to, that I had few chances to play the "beautiful game" after the age of 11; so I got round that handicap by becoming an avid watcher; and life-long supporter of a famous team which were one of the founder-members of the Football League. The phrase "memories never die" extends to clear recollections of goals and events at football grounds all over the country: and I picture some of them as though they were happening now in slow motion. I loved the game. I still do. As children (and as adults if we've got any sense:), we all have heroes; at least a few of them are "sporting" figures : and I cannot create this website without including my own "hero" who died recently. Thanks for the memories, for letting me meet you and talk to you, for being in a part of my heart that is reserved for "nostalgia specials" :R.I.P

 
 
 
And, rather than return to the big occasion later on this 60s' page, let's go there now and remember all those famous scenes from 1966 at Wembley. You thought it was all over :
it IS now
 
And I must return to Wembley again 2 years later, not particularly to reminisce about a great game of football , a great team and an historic sporting triumph............but to single out one of those legends. In an age now when some folk use the word "superstar" to describe trivia, this is a man (shown here in his international colours) who was simply the BEST in the world :

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My apologies to lovers of other sports that space does not allow for here. I look forward to hearing about them on your own websites :)))


 
The early 1960s were a time when television evolved from the 1950s into a whole way of life, probably the biggest leisure activity for all ages. I can't attempt here to do more than jog a few memories of my own----for detailed TV information, I heartily recommend a really good website called "Television Heaven". I remember the decade starting off with a wide variety of "Western" series :

       

                                                                                            (Westerns mainly courtesy of the wonderful Doug Abbott Collection)

As for the rest of 1960's TV, it evolved, it added a third channel (BBC2), it changed to colour, the BBC's excellence was widely acknowledged ( though let's not forget Lou Grade:), Children's TV continued to be the best in the world  the "westerns", variety shows and.......circuses,  gave way to crime thrillers, sci-fi, drama, sports programmes such as "Grandstand", pop music shows, comedy from the best in the business ( Morecambe & Wise, Benny Hill, et al) and a host of genres that are too numerous to mention here. And, as with other aspects of culture, a new "Britishness" made big inroads into the previous American monopoly. It was a good time for telly in Britain.
My own view is that the 60s was probably the best for innovation and quality (with the exception of Sitcoms, when the 1970s must take pride of place---more of them on another page).
 
A few reminders of
                     

              

   

  

Yes they ARE real, but not as we know them Jim :

        

 
And anyone remember the haunting theme tune from this wonderful TV adaptation of "Robinson Crusoe" ??
 
 
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And how can we fail to mention the large screen, in a decade when 007 appeared, David Lean produced masterpieces
and Britain still had a film industry ?
These are merely a few favourites of mine ( which I will try and update with more personal favourites .......every day:)))
If anyone has any favourite scenes from good 1960's cinema, email : I'll try and include them for a while on this page
     
                                                                           

    

                                         
                      
 
                

            The Great Escape
 
 
And who could forget this great comedy from 1960, starring Jack Lemmon and Tony Curtis and a female co-star whose name I forget right now.........

 
 
                                                                                                                        


 


                
                         
 
But back to the narrative of my version of  the 1960's nostalgia story................................where were we ??
 
Me, personally : school progressed well all the way to 1967, when I sadly left.......and went on to a much broader and interesting life: but I KNOW that its foundations lay in that school in that little industrial town.
 
I did all the usual things : discovered girls, went to the cinema a lot, discovered girls, played a lot of tennis and badminton, discovered girls, went abroad for the first times, discovered girls, learnt how to drive (and even drove to school in my Dad's Cortina when he allowed it----thanks Dad), discovered girls, did enough schoolwork to get me through most exams, discovered girls.........and discovered MUSIC ( which was often, as it WAS the 1960s, a lot better than some of the girls :))))))). Seriously, I think I was an ordinary teenager : I worked and played at school, I had a hectic social life, I went to many new places (especially London, where I saw many bands of the time........bands that became legends), I grew as a person and I was encouraged by mentors to whom I owe much. And , when I was 17, I was lucky enough to spend some time in Paris ( because it was thought that French was my weakest subject at school) , and that trip was not only one of my most precious memories : that will never die........but it also began a love-affair with that city (and I was to see many cities in later years). But I never leave it more than a year or two without being in Paris.
 
But it was London where I spent much spare time in the mid-late 1960s, and lived there throughout the 1970s.
And it was London that was the centre of the universe for a while during that unforgettable decade.....
(Carnaby Street) 
 
But we need to backtrack a bit, to "catch up" with the way the 1960s evolved. As I said earlier, 1960/61/62 were not very different from the late 1950s. After the birth of Rock 'n Roll in America, life seemed to settle down again. Oh, there was no doubt that R'nR was here to stay ; and it expanded and brought new performers who joined Elvis. But, my memory really recalls a "steady" move through those years, much as any other years before or since. Teenagers in Britain got fed up with buying records by a host of "pretty-boy" Americans: all called Jimmy, Bobby and Johnny....
and Fabian ??? So a small group of British performers, mainly recording US cover versions, emerged: such as Marty Wilde, Dickie Pride, Lonnie Donegan, Tommy Steele, Billy Fury, Adam Faith, Cliff Richard. In the late 1950s and early 60s, these acts -----and the ubiquitous American artists----appealed to the teenage record-buyers. But, on the whole, the "hit parade" (as we called "the charts" in those days:))) still contained its fair share of artists whose credentials went back many years : this was partly because teenagers still found it difficult to find cash for record-buying , so middle-aged record-buyers continued to have an influence on the "shape" of the charts. However as those first couple of years of the decade proceeded, youngsters ------like every other age group-----were relishing (on a smaller but noticeable scale) the same new prosperity which was allowing their parents to buy the latest household appliances, furniture........and, unlike the 1950s, even cars.
So gradually the record-buying public became more and more teenage-oriented , to the point when the charts reflected almost solely the musical tastes of young people.
There is a whole Section of this website devoted entirely to MUSIC , so I will not go into a great deal of detail here.
But , basically, the early 60s developed into a time of "teenage" music charts. Elvis was at his peak, indeed he was "The King", with a string of 9 number 1 records in 1960, 61 and 62. No-one else came close to matching that selling-power. Other Americans still packed the charts, with every genre of music as well as R'nR. And indeed many of the British homegrown artists were charting with cover versions of American hits. The exceptions were singers such as Cliff, Adam Faith and Billy Fury. In my opinion , they were among the best chart performers to come out of the UK in the 1960s as a whole------and that is saying a lot : because the UK had not even started to "come to life" when this famous trio were at their peak in the late 50s and especially in the early 1960s.
Only Cliff remains with us today, but the records of all three continue to sell in vast numbers. Good !
                                      
 
You can see a good video of Cliff on another page of MND ( singing what I think is the second best British Rock 'n Roll record------after Johnny Kidd's "Shakin All Over), but here is Cliff in another guise :)
 

 
An early and rare piece of Rock 'n Roll before Billy's recording label steered him towards the ballads that we all know and love.
 
 
 
The co-singer on this next rare video was a bigger star at the time than the young Adam Faith :

But their peaks were about to wane (even most of Cliff's Number 1 Hits were before early 1963).
The BIG change was ready to burst onto the scene..........and it was unexpected, happened rapidly, and started a chain reaction which spread far wider than music.
 
I won't engage in the many opinions about the earlier trends which led to the new "scene", how R'nR, R&B, jazz and other genres bred "offshoots" which spread in different directions at different times. We'll leave that to the experts......and we might have a "crack" at it on the "Memories Never Die" Music Page, though it really is quite a minefield ( I can already picture Johnny Kidd and The Pirates' fans swarming across my quarterdeck:))).
My own view is that, during 1963 a new type of pop music act emerged to a wider audience from places like The Cavern, with roots firmly in Liverpool. It involved "groups" ( what are now called "bands", something that in our time was a word reserved for Joe Loss, Billy Cotton and Mantovani :)))). The new groups usually consisted of 2 or 3 guitarists/vocalists and one drummer. And the music was ...........different ( even though at first all the songs they sang were "standard" R'nR songs of the 1950s : yeah, it sounds daft : sorry, but you had to be there :)))). In a short time , however, a whole host of new songs were created as a vehicle for this new "group" sound ; and the most enduring and successful acts were often the ones which began, tentatively at first, to pen these new songs themselves.
 
The Beatles achieved a humble placing in the charts at the end of 1962........and, from then on, to slightly misquote a later hit of the 60s, the big wheel just kept on turning:). In 1963 The Fab Four had three Number 1 Hits. One of them:
"She Loves You" sold nearly 2 million copies during its stay in the charts , just at that time !!! Gerry & The Pacemakers, the second "Mersey Sound" group to be signed by Beatles' manager Brian Epstein reached number 1 with their first three record releases-----a feat that stood a long test of time in the annals of chart music. The other biggest group were another Epstein Liverpool quartet : The Searchers. Others, too numerous to mention here, followed in 1963: when 9 out of 10 of the highest charting acts were British during the year-----a far cry from a decade before when the score in 1953 was : USA= 8 and UK= 2.  By the following year..........the list of chart groups would need a separate website, or two :)).
And , by 1964, the smartly-dressed, clean-cut young gents that Brian Epstein had fashioned (though still very much the leaders of the pack-----I keep referring to 60s' music: it's an obsession which "I Can't Explain":), split into a host of  different "looks" and "styles"-------both in terms of fashion and in music.Of course, The Rolling Stones immediately spring to mind......but they were a special exception : a very special exception; a rivetting group who I have been lucky enough to see live in the 1960s and since-----the most electrifying "live" set of musicians I have ever seen. And that includes The Beatles who I saw live in the 60s ; and another group I saw several times and which must rank close behind The Stones as "best live performers" : The Who.
 
No offence to Cliff, The Shads, Frank Ifield and Elvis (who all scored Number 1s in 1963 when there were 19 Number 1 singles during that 12 month period) , but here are the "up-and-coming" groups who were among the vanguard of the music revolution and who clocked up 10 of those Number 1s between them, even though the "swingin' 60s" was still in its infancy ( there is even one non-Liverpool group from down south  ) :
Have you forgotten these blokes or is it true that memories never die ??

   

         

                                        



I could now go on to show a wide range of groups from 1964, then 1965, then........well, let's say it's a good job we have a dedicated Music Page on this little website :))). But I must mention another major change which made a big impression in Britain. It was "Pirate Radio"-----it killed the antiquated BBC Radio Service, it helped to make way for commercial and local radio and it helped to remove another dinosaur that the 60s had come to slay : 

         

The new music groups brought far more than new sounds. They were also "dedicated followers of fashion" ("Here I Go Again"as The Hollies would say------I must stop this song lyrics'obsession:)). As you can see from the above photos, the early groups looked like all young men of the time: short hair, suits or smart casual clothes. But, as the decade progressed, starting with 1964, the hair got longer ( male groups too--------aaaaaghhh, I never mentioned the great Crystals and Ronettes......and I am a big fan); the clothes were often jeans and T-shirts (Mick Jagger did NOT wear suits:); the whole sense of fashion changed. And the music stars were , by now, so popular, that young people everywhere in Britain wanted to look like them. "Barbers" became "unisex-hairdressers" who trimmed long male tresses ( a teenager's ear was never to be seen again ? :) ; men's shoes suddenly had high heels (from Cuba:); trousers became tighter and tighter ( and we haven't even reached PJ Proby's excesses yet ...........).We can't have a male fashion parade through the 60s........but the Beatles sort of sum up how fashions progressed rapidly 

 

 

BUT although the above nostalgi pics give an idea of how important, and changing, fashions were in the 1960s, I have racked my brain to try and come up with some sort of fashion item which might summarise the decade. After many hours of laborious research, involving viewing hundreds of images (all in the cause of creating an informative and accurate site), I have made a difficult decision------and I have chosen a fashion  item which, personally,  I hardly noticed at the time OOOOOOOO but which now, on reflection was probably noteworthy....................

                       



 
 
 
 

       
     

I remember that they were called miniskirts, and I remember that I liked Sandie Shaw just for her voice ........................

 

 

Now I've forgotten what else I was going to say about the 1960s..........it must be all those hours of dedicated research !

 
 
I went to London a lot while I was still at school in The Midlands until 1967; and then I lived in London for 10 years in the 70s.
So I was lucky enough to have seen The Beatles, The Stones and many of the great 60's groups, mainly in London. Around 1970/71, I was walking down my favourite route : The Kings Road in Chelsea when , just near Sloane Square, on the same side of the road as the army barracks that were there then, a white Rolls Royce pulled up alongside me .
John Lennon got out and went to a flower-seller who always had a small "pitch" just there. I may have been too starry-eyed to ask for his autograph but I am glad that I had the presence of mind to actually say something to him !
What I said was something like : " I know you're probably sick of everybody pestering you , John"....................... ( well, Mr Lennon was not the accepted greeting, no matter what lessons my parents had taught me:)...................
"but can I just say that I'll be able to tell my children about a bloke I once saw buying a bunch of flowers".
He laughed (kindly) and said "and what will that bloke mean to your kids, eh"? I said I thought he would mean a lot.
"I wonder....." he said ...........And with a " good luck", he was back in the car with the flowers and lost in the traffic.
I remember talking to the flower-seller for a while......she said he often stopped there. No matter how often I lingered on future walks down that famous road, I never saw him again. And I'd thought we'd probably meet often , strike up a real friendship, I'd get a lift in the Rolls, be invited to his parties, meet his friends, become one of his entourage...:))))
I have never been able to track, on google or elsewhere, any reference to the white Rolls Royce; there are plenty photos of John's famous "psychadelic paint" Rolls ( which is reported to have been black when new)........so if anyone can tell me anything about the white Rolls, the flower-seller ...........or indeed why JL was often in the Kings Road when the records say he lived in Weybridge: please let me know. I suppose the answer to the latter question may be that he was visiting Mick Jagger, who we all knew lived in nearby Cheyne Walk.......and John always took Marianne a bunch of flowers ???? Fewer people know that Keith Richards lived at the opposite end of Cheyne Walk for a time. 
                                                                                       "I liked John a lot. He was the one I really got on with the most" (Mick Jagger)               
 
I found many parts of London to be fascinating, as I lived and worked there for so many years. I loved the vibrancy of Soho, I gaped at the elegance of Knightsbridge, I always enjoyed Petticoat Lane on a Sunday morning, the Embankment was always popular, and I loved the river along all of its length ( I was particularly fond of Greenwich, where I also lived for 2 )years  I tried to find as many of central London's "hidden" squares tucked away from the masses of people , but often within a stone's throw of a bustling thoroughfare (Cadogan Square was a good example, so quiet and peaceful, with its own central locked garden for residents)---it was (probably still is :) behind Sloane Square and the beginning of the Kings Road. Which brings me back to happy memories of my favourite place: the Kings Road. To a teenager and, even later throughout my 20s, it seemed a magical place. The walk from Sloane Square to Stamford Bridge seemed like about 10 miles ( I have no idea of the distance) and every foot of it was a delight. I have too many memories about that Road to share here.......and some CAN't be shared :)). But the best examples are browsing in boutiques such as "Granny Takes A Trip", spending all night in that Road that was open 24 hours a day and always as busy at any time, the little bistros and pubs in the many quiet roads that led off the main road, marvelling at Mews Houses and wanting to own one sometime when I was rich and famous. And, just like the John Lennon story, I saw a celebrity of some sort virtually every time I wandered along the Kings Road. I saw 3 Rolling Stones ( separately ) and more rock stars than I could even dare to start boring you with. I'll just mention the only other celebrity with whom I exchanged words in the Kings Road. He was walking alongside me and I nearly didn't recognise him : he had blond curly hair ( which I didn't associate him with); it was the thick black-rimmed glasses that make me take a few extra subtle glances. I am especially fond of this memory because Michael Caine has long been someone whom I admire ( if you haven't read his autobiography, I recommend it highly). And HE spoke to ME first.........I often wonder whether it was because he thought I was a celebrity or because of  the subtle glances which I mentioned ( which involved running a few steps ahead of him and then gaping into his face as he caught up with me) : I'm pretty sure he thought I was a celebrity. Anyway, he says to me ( and not many people know this, other than than everyone whom I've ever met since that day:)) : "Bit like a carnival dahn ere innit" (sorry for the pronunciation attempt). I said I thought it was more like an Aladdin's Cave. He said something like " except there's more than 40 thieves who own shops down ere" (chuckle , chuckle). So I copied the "chuckle , chuckle" like a parrot (and I didn't realise till  later that the 40 Thieves are in the Ali Baba story, not the Aladdin story :))))). He could tell from my accent ( and my clothes probably gave a slight hint too) that I was not one of the Chelsea "set" and he asked if I was a tourist. He also asked where I came from. When I told him.........he said he came "from a million miles further than that" (exact quote). We actually chatted for about 5 minutes, mainly him asking me what I wanted to do with my life in the future, until he said farewell as he headed down a side road, wishing me "Good Luck"and the parting words "don't bend over to tie your shoelaces in some of them boutiques" (chuckle, chuckle again-----so I also did my own "chuckle, chuckle") .We never once mentioned who he was or what he did for a living. He exuded personality,
fun, interest and kindness; and his glasses accenuated the giant twinkle in his eyes. Why did I call this website 
"Some Memories Never Die" ? And who said "nostalgia ain't what it used to be"? As a footnote, I saw Michael Caine again , some years later, with his wife, in Harrods. I looked him straight in the eye and expected him to say :"Hello , mate, how ya doin' ?". But then there IS a difference between nostalgia and .........dreams :))))))) 
 
                                                                                                                         Do you like my black satin jacket ?
 
 


 
 
 
 
 
Back at school , where I had no celebrity friends to "hang out" with :)))), 1967 became a memorable year for me.
First I had time in Paris. Want to see me looking coooooool heheheeeeeee ?? 
 
 
Oh OK, one "personal" photo  ( an exception, as this site is mainly about the time I grew up in and not....me).
 
 but the young man had still been ....................... :))))))
Wonderful memories of a magical place and ( blush ) a lovely girl who was my first love ; very precious nostalgia !!
 
Back home , it was still friends and fun-----and football and driving all over the country to watch matches (including all the London ones, of course); and.......theatre (more of that on some other page: we're running out of time on what has become a long 60s ' page). But, increasingly, study HAD to be fitted in "at the last minute" : because I'd left "revision" too near to exam time ,I spent a lot of nights starting reading and writing at midnight, and being woken up by my Mum next morning , at the dining room table where I'd fallen asleep around "4 in the morning" (Faron Young: #3 in 1972-----must stop doing that !).
 
Psychadelia arrived from the American West Coast, both in terms of music, fashion and popular culture. We Brits had taken the Yanks completely by surprise in 1963/64 and, in spite of their few early "beat groups", it took them 4 years before they started to take back the ......"initiative" ( that's another thing about the 1960s: Americans , much as I love y'aaaaaaal, hate other cultures intruding into their own back yard ( like they "killed" Concorde when it would be in service all over the world now if it had been a USA invention) : they see the job of "spreading the word" as one for THEM to do by taking American culture to everywhere else; but in the 60s, the 2 outstanding facts are that Americans really warmly embraced the Brit Invasion of 1963/64/65/66 AND, more peculiarly, they didn't ever "catch up" (oh, by 1967, I think they were reclaiming music innovation again, as through all other eras : BUT it was, I believe,  a new "wave of music" and not really part of the phenomenon that had shaken the world , from the UK, in the earlier 60s ). It was a time of hearing all about San Francisco and hippies and protest about a war. We, on this side of the Atlantic, tended to keep away from the full effect of it : it never really "took over " here; it was gone by the time it arrived in smaller doses in Britain. Only dreadful "oldies" chart songs such as "Kites" by a little-known British group ( I think they were called The Flowerpot Men) reminded us that psychadelia even existed here ( that's a private joke to lead you to a "real" website created by a real nice guy who was actually in the Top 10 in 1967 : http://homepages.ihug.co.nz/~peterkin/  ). Best wishes, mate !
 
Oh.....and the equally uninfluential Beatles :)), who embraced psychadelia during that period when they made that memorable performance of Lennon's "All You Need Is Love" as the first-ever live global satellite transmission. Who else could have been chosen in that decade to have the honour of that unique communications' event ?
 
At the other end of the scale, I was working as a fork-lift driver in the warehouse of a large factory during the hot summer of 1967. I was with friends, we had fun, and more happy memories were made that summer .....ones that will never die. One such memory is so vivid that I can reach out and touch it ( actually, I find that is the case with so many memories : I hear a song today and suddenly I am in another time, clearly seeing another place, a face , hearing the words of a conversation, sensing the atmosphere, the smells, the exact shade of light and the whole "feel" of being there again.................does anyone else eat the same magic mushrooms?? answers on a postcard :)).
This particular memory was opening an envelope which had been handed to me ,which contained my A Level exam results, which led me to more education, to my career in due course.....and to the whole road of life which I have followed so far. 
I had to take off big industrial gloves, it was in a corner of a warehouse that I can picture, filled with pallets, the factory loudspeakers were blaring out the flange sound of one of the truly great songs of the 60s : "Itchycoo Park" by one of the truly outstanding groups of the decade. And , that memory , here with me now as I write this,  marks a giant crossroads in my life. And that is true NOSTALGIA.

I admit that I shed a tear on my last day at school : that place represented not only deep feelings for a building, mentors, friends, learning, progressing from shy child to young and confident adult and .....fun all the way.
But my tear was also, with hindsight, for a way of life that had coincided with my time there : a way of life that shaped me personally and affected just about everyone in the world; and it had reached its peak and I knew it would decline. I can do no better than quote the lyrics of yet another song :
 
"All the rainbows in the sky
Start to weep, then say goodbye
You won't be seeing rainbows any more
Setting suns before they fall, Echo to you that's all that's all
But you'll see lonely sunsets after all....
It's over, It's over, It's over..... It's over".
 
 
But, of course, it was far from over. Yes.....part of a unique time had gone, and more of it was to fade away within a few years. But I never forget for one second that ALL the phases of my life have been special in one way or another-----
I have been very lucky. Every decade I have lived in has brought special gifts. Just because this website is dedicated to a unique time of change in society, I never forget my memories from much later times. I'm sure we all feel that way.
 
From the end of 1967 and then all the way through the 1970s, my own life was full, hectic, and full of more stories that I could recount ( I saw my old pal Maurice Micklewhite in Harrods , you know:)))))))). But this site is not , except in passing, about my personal life : so I'll try and summarise those last 24 months of the 60s in wider terms than my own experriences and happenings......and then let visitors who have browsed this far......GO !!!!. Yes, I can hear your sighs of relief :))))))
 
But, before I do so, I have one topic that I would like to cover separately at this point : because I believe it to be the single most amazing event that I have ever "witnessed". As you can tell from this 1960s' page, I have tried to describe my own life in very general and bland (OK----boring) terms ; and how the culture of the 1960s impinged in so many ways on me and all of my, and other, g-g-g-g-generations. I hope there will be room on the website for a separate page about other aspects, such as world events and famous people and culture in the broader sense than "pop" culture.
But I am not leaving a Page entitled "The 1960s" without referring to a moment in history that will be recounted in all media forms long after there is any mention of the Shea Stadium Concert :

   
                       "One small step for man, one giant leap for mankind" (Neil Armstrong, 21st July 1969)
 
Can anyone believe it was just coincidental that this event, which makes all the others referred to earlier on this page  trivial, happened before the 1960s could end ? It's as though the decade had a lifeforce of its own in space and time.....
and decided to mark its passing in spectacular fashion.
Among Americans' many faults, one is their over-use of the word "awesome" (as I often joke about with a close friend of mine from Florida-----I dedicate a song to you later, Jeff, on a music page on this site ; all the very best to you and Donna, ALWAYS ). What happened in July 1969 was truly "awesome" -----not in terms of decades, but in terms of the history of the world. And, just for the record, although I promised in the intro to this website that there would be little or no major controversial views expressed here, I feel this is a suitable point for me to state my own view
( and once again reiterating its many faults ) that this world would be a poorer place without the United States and who can argue with me ................AND   ?? :)))
 
So, although the "revolution" of the 1960s may have been "slowing down" in some of its aspects, it ended on one of the highest notes that can ever be achieved : a massive landmark in the history of the world.
I should try and sum up THE decade but I can only say that it WAS fab, outta sight, groovy, far out and a real gas !!!
1960 and 61 gave us no warning of what was to come. There were faint hints blowin' in the wind in 1962 that the times they may have been a changin' (stop it !). By 1963 we sat up and thought " I Like It" ( I can't stop....I'm on a roll:).  We knew we  were "Into Something Good" by 1964. We were all "Dedicated Followers Of Fashion" by 1965.
We felt the "Good Vibrations" all through 1966. "Love Is All Around" was the key phrase for 1967. Already in 1968 we were thinking "Those Were The Days". And in 1969 we just longed to "Get Back". And in August 1969, we ended with Woodstock............
 
And they are all best combined as  the anthem for "Memories Never Die" :
 
"Thank you for the days,
Those endless days, those sacred days you gave me.
I'm thinking of the days,
I wont forget a single day, believe me."
              (Ray Davies 1968)
 
Oh, why not let Ray say it for himself :
 

 
 
Just a few links to 60s websites that I like (far better than this site) and some good miscellaneous pictures that might be an appropriate way to leave this page.
 
 
 
                
     
 
 
And here are those girls who brought my Dad in to watch the only part of TOTP which he seemed to enjoy---can't imagine why LOL.  I'll put a VIDEO of the famous Pan's People somewhere on this Site......

  
 
 
                                             
                
 
The family's first car ---- in which I learnt to drive ( my Dad , soaked in sweat, with his knees up on the dashboard and his hands covering his eyes ). And the car he let me borrow so often : thanks Dad ! 

 

And the first car of my own >>>>.......there's a joke on the tip of my tongue about this picture: I can't imagine:)

But it turned out to be so cheap because I found it was 2 halves of different cars welded together : so I turned my attention to my preferred  replacement  (see  pic on left below). And (pic on right) is what I actually bought:)

           

My Vauxhall Viva SL90 was in "Pampas Green", and I can find no picture -----if any kind viewer can find a photo of a Pampas Green version circa 1967/8, would you please send me a copy.........thanks.


And as we 've mentioned cars, let's not forget motor bikes, probably much more important to teenagers in the 50s and early 60s than the cars of the later 60s. Here is a photo from a viewer , Ken Wheeler, pictured here with his late wife Mary ( to whom the picture is dedicated ). The bike is a BSA A7 500Twin : quite a machine ! Does anyone have memories of their biking days ? This pic reminds me that I never mentioned Mods and Rockers on this Site ( an important aspect of the 60s)----sorry about the omission : feel free to google it if you are not acquainted with the Mods and Rockers. A big thank you to Ken for sending a great pic of a great bike........and a great piece of nostalgia associated with the early 60s.                             




I've got to close this page now


    

 

Thank you to the viewer who may have strayed on to this site by accident and shared the memories with Roy and me

 
 
                                                                in our trip through space and time

 
VIEWERS' PICTURE OF THE MONTH  (BTW --thx to Stu for some of pics on this site):
 
ANY VIEWER who writes in to suggest a "suitable" picture for inclusion on this 1960s' Page : I will select one request at random ,do my best to find the best version I can; and I will include it here as "Viewers' Pic Of The Month" (and provide their name, unless they ask me not to). At the beginning of the next month, I will delete the previous month's requests ( and the picture shown in this section) .......and choose another one from the new month's requests. Please write in for a personal reminder of something which can be shown here for YOU and all Silversurfers ......to remind us that : MEMORIES NEVER DIE !!!!
 
Don't forget to    about any aspect. Take care....and Happy Memories :)))). I'm off to write about the 1970s : so....
       back into theagain.........
 

                   
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

 

 

 


 




 



 

 


 

 
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