Memory From:
Jake , USA, The Beatles 1965 New Orleans
I was 16 and my first ever concert was 1965 when I saw the Beatles in New Orleans not many people can say that.
There were policemen everywhere and as many protesters as fans as they were known for loud music and the crowds going mad.
The music and the concert was great and I still have and listen to my Beetles CD's to this day
The Beatles were escorted directly from the airport and directly back when the concert ended. They marched onto the stage and just sung every hit back to back to back that had been in the charts. plus a few rock and roll hits from other stars at the time.
Everyone rose to their feet, and on the floor, we had to stand in our chairs to see anything.
They played and sang without a break for about one hour. and did not miss a beat and for 2 hours afterwards I could not hear anything my partner said as I was completly deaf from the music and crowd
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Earthquake Bay Area 80s
Posted By
kf6rck, United States
It was a beautiful October morning, and i had left my house in Martinez at 5;30.for some reason I drove my ford p/u instead of riding Honda 750 k3.
By the time I got to the bay bridge the sun had come up and I could see that it was a nice day, giants and A's flags running from Oakland to San Francisco, by 6:45 I was in San Carlos, and work did not start until 7:30 as is me habit.
My coworkers hate me as I come to work in a good mood all the time, time to yourself priceless. at 4:30 it was time to go home but then I was told I had to put in OT, bummer the game was going start some I would listen to on my way home, that why I left the bike at home that day, the kids knew i would take over the TV when i got home. I was working in a glass shop at the time, at 5:00 I punched out.
I went to the back of the shop and sat on a cutting table, lit a smoke and started to unwind, just then the table started to shake, i looked at my boss who was standing off to the side of the table, he was wide eyed. now the metal doors were going bang bang real hard, as i said i was in a glass shop some of the glass was as big as 12' x8', i got out of there as fast as i could, out side the El camino looked like the sea going by, my truck was parked by a wall and some how did not hit it,a guy pulled into the parking lot and jumped out of his car, running around the car saying. i tougth the wheels had come off! in San Mateo my dad had just pulled into his driveway and pulled the shifter out of the floor of his car. back at home my 2yo was between my bike and the house, the bike came off the kick stand and staid on it's wheels,when it fell over it fell on it's kick stand. the shaking had slowed and 1 ran back into the shop to call as i was talking to my wife the phone went dead, my cellphone was dead, i did not get home for three day's.
kf6rck, United States
It was a beautiful October morning, and i had left my house in Martinez at 5;30.for some reason I drove my ford p/u instead of riding Honda 750 k3.
By the time I got to the bay bridge the sun had come up and I could see that it was a nice day, giants and A's flags running from Oakland to San Francisco, by 6:45 I was in San Carlos, and work did not start until 7:30 as is me habit.
My coworkers hate me as I come to work in a good mood all the time, time to yourself priceless. at 4:30 it was time to go home but then I was told I had to put in OT, bummer the game was going start some I would listen to on my way home, that why I left the bike at home that day, the kids knew i would take over the TV when i got home. I was working in a glass shop at the time, at 5:00 I punched out.
I went to the back of the shop and sat on a cutting table, lit a smoke and started to unwind, just then the table started to shake, i looked at my boss who was standing off to the side of the table, he was wide eyed. now the metal doors were going bang bang real hard, as i said i was in a glass shop some of the glass was as big as 12' x8', i got out of there as fast as i could, out side the El camino looked like the sea going by, my truck was parked by a wall and some how did not hit it,a guy pulled into the parking lot and jumped out of his car, running around the car saying. i tougth the wheels had come off! in San Mateo my dad had just pulled into his driveway and pulled the shifter out of the floor of his car. back at home my 2yo was between my bike and the house, the bike came off the kick stand and staid on it's wheels,when it fell over it fell on it's kick stand. the shaking had slowed and 1 ran back into the shop to call as i was talking to my wife the phone went dead, my cellphone was dead, i did not get home for three day's.
The Helm's Man Delivery 60s
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Cindy, United States, Fresh Baked Goods Delivery in the 60's
I remember the Helm's Man who would deliver fresh baked goods to our neighborhood in the morning. He would park his truck, which looked kind of like a hearse, and open the back doors offering the most delicious smells of donuts and breads imaginable. My mom would buy my brother and me a fresh glazed donut. In those days we could buy treats from the local peddlers as they came through our middle class neighborhood with ice cream or baked goods.
Cindy, United States, Fresh Baked Goods Delivery in the 60's
I remember the Helm's Man who would deliver fresh baked goods to our neighborhood in the morning. He would park his truck, which looked kind of like a hearse, and open the back doors offering the most delicious smells of donuts and breads imaginable. My mom would buy my brother and me a fresh glazed donut. In those days we could buy treats from the local peddlers as they came through our middle class neighborhood with ice cream or baked goods.
The Aberfan Disaster 1966
Posted By
Steve, UK, Remember the Aberfan Disaster
It is strange when a TV documentary brings back something so vivid and terrible that happened over 40 years ago.
I can remember the Aberfan Disaster playing out on the TV and it seems so sharp in my mind like it was yesterday.
I was a normal 16 year old who did not pay much attention to the news but I can remember watching the Aberfan disaster unfold on the TV so clearly and even as I am writing this 40 years later I can feel my eyes watering.
To any who do not remember or are to young let me explain.
Aberfan is a small mining village in the valleys in Wales and it was surrounded by mines, most of the villagers worked in the mines. The mining company took all the sludge and waste mostly black because of the soot and built it into giant sludge heaps wherever they could get away with it , and one of these heaps was over 700 ft high towering over the local school. The area had had quite a bit of rain in the previous two weeks which unbeknown to anyone was causing cracks in this sludge heap and instead of disintegrating slowly in small amounts the whole bloody thing just gave way and covered the school completely.
I can remember watching the news on the BBC and just couldn't believe something like that could happen , the rescuers mostly local miners were on their hands and knees digging through the sludge hoping to save some of the children but I am afraid because of the amount and weight very few children were saved , I believe over 100 children died that day and I can remember reports that the headmaster was found with 5 children in his arms trying to save them
Steve, UK, Remember the Aberfan Disaster
It is strange when a TV documentary brings back something so vivid and terrible that happened over 40 years ago.
I can remember the Aberfan Disaster playing out on the TV and it seems so sharp in my mind like it was yesterday.
I was a normal 16 year old who did not pay much attention to the news but I can remember watching the Aberfan disaster unfold on the TV so clearly and even as I am writing this 40 years later I can feel my eyes watering.
To any who do not remember or are to young let me explain.
Aberfan is a small mining village in the valleys in Wales and it was surrounded by mines, most of the villagers worked in the mines. The mining company took all the sludge and waste mostly black because of the soot and built it into giant sludge heaps wherever they could get away with it , and one of these heaps was over 700 ft high towering over the local school. The area had had quite a bit of rain in the previous two weeks which unbeknown to anyone was causing cracks in this sludge heap and instead of disintegrating slowly in small amounts the whole bloody thing just gave way and covered the school completely.
I can remember watching the news on the BBC and just couldn't believe something like that could happen , the rescuers mostly local miners were on their hands and knees digging through the sludge hoping to save some of the children but I am afraid because of the amount and weight very few children were saved , I believe over 100 children died that day and I can remember reports that the headmaster was found with 5 children in his arms trying to save them
boy going on 12 in 1968
Posted By
kf6rck, United States
I was a boy going on 12 in 1968, I grew up in San Francisco and saw a lot of things that if I grew up in the mid west I would not have seen, like the dead in golden gate park, there was so much pot smoke in the air you would get hi just being there. as a kid I was somewhat of a loner, a book worm in to jazz, underground FM radio and underground movies.
I too marched to stop the war, until one day I saw this hippy girl go after some guy on market street, he was a Private in the army walking with his duffel bag, he was not more then 19 or 20, she called him a baby killer and spit on him. it made so mad I wanted to go up and hit her, I didn't.
looking back on it I should have! he did not start the war, did not want to be there and was on his way to get his butt shot off.
I felt bad for him! today I think the same way we must stop this war, but thank god for people who go to fight it.
I also remember the stock market broke a 1000 points, the news paper strike of 1968, the D N C in Chicago, the loss of Dr. King and bobby Kennedy. the start of gun control, dose it work? I think not, just look at the crime rate in a place like Oakland,ca. sometimes I think this is not the country I grew up in, it is but then it is not. but if we keep up the debate pick sides, read rather then depend on sound bites and vote, vote,vote. our country will last for ever, but it is up to us! there is a movie called 1776 in it John Addams asked dose anybody see what I see, dose anybody care? yes John, we do.
kf6rck, United States
I was a boy going on 12 in 1968, I grew up in San Francisco and saw a lot of things that if I grew up in the mid west I would not have seen, like the dead in golden gate park, there was so much pot smoke in the air you would get hi just being there. as a kid I was somewhat of a loner, a book worm in to jazz, underground FM radio and underground movies.
I too marched to stop the war, until one day I saw this hippy girl go after some guy on market street, he was a Private in the army walking with his duffel bag, he was not more then 19 or 20, she called him a baby killer and spit on him. it made so mad I wanted to go up and hit her, I didn't.
looking back on it I should have! he did not start the war, did not want to be there and was on his way to get his butt shot off.
I felt bad for him! today I think the same way we must stop this war, but thank god for people who go to fight it.
I also remember the stock market broke a 1000 points, the news paper strike of 1968, the D N C in Chicago, the loss of Dr. King and bobby Kennedy. the start of gun control, dose it work? I think not, just look at the crime rate in a place like Oakland,ca. sometimes I think this is not the country I grew up in, it is but then it is not. but if we keep up the debate pick sides, read rather then depend on sound bites and vote, vote,vote. our country will last for ever, but it is up to us! there is a movie called 1776 in it John Addams asked dose anybody see what I see, dose anybody care? yes John, we do.
Charlie's Shake Shop Mukwonago
Posted By
TheSnackHound, United States
Does anyone remember Charlie's Shake Shop in Mukwonago, Wisconsin from the 80's?. It was either first a bike shop and then a shake shop, or was a bike shop after it closed. I would love it if folks would stop by, read, and then share their memory on thepeoplehistory! Link to the story: http://thesnackhound.com/2008/09/10/charlies-shake-shop/
TheSnackHound, United States
Does anyone remember Charlie's Shake Shop in Mukwonago, Wisconsin from the 80's?. It was either first a bike shop and then a shake shop, or was a bike shop after it closed. I would love it if folks would stop by, read, and then share their memory on thepeoplehistory! Link to the story: http://thesnackhound.com/2008/09/10/charlies-shake-shop/
Fear During The Cold War
Posted By
kf6rck, United States
The only thing we have to fear is, fear it self. (F.D.R.) 1933.
I live by those words, they have seen me though some hard times, FDR was right.
The first time I saw fear was in october of 1962, some fool put missiles on cuba and aimed them at the USA I was 5 years old at the time and the grown ups around me were very frightend, they talked of world war 3
I remember my mom spending more time in church, my dad a blue collar democrat was saying we should have bombed the comme's when we bombed the japs. fear walked the streets and now fear took me, fear is like the flu, one gets it, all get it.
The next time i saw fear was 1963, three men escaped from Alcatraz, at 6 I knew it was dumb,they were long gone, but I was the only one. go to google erath and find 381 union st in San Francisco, thats were I was at that time
kf6rck, United States
The only thing we have to fear is, fear it self. (F.D.R.) 1933.
I live by those words, they have seen me though some hard times, FDR was right.
The first time I saw fear was in october of 1962, some fool put missiles on cuba and aimed them at the USA I was 5 years old at the time and the grown ups around me were very frightend, they talked of world war 3
I remember my mom spending more time in church, my dad a blue collar democrat was saying we should have bombed the comme's when we bombed the japs. fear walked the streets and now fear took me, fear is like the flu, one gets it, all get it.
The next time i saw fear was 1963, three men escaped from Alcatraz, at 6 I knew it was dumb,they were long gone, but I was the only one. go to google erath and find 381 union st in San Francisco, thats were I was at that time
Why I Loved The 70s
Posted By
Ashley, United States
I loved the 70's. I was in highschool, twirling flags in the band's flag corps. When I wasn't at a band practice or football game I was at the disco with my friends.
In the summertime Dad and I used to water ski on the Ohio River every day off his vacations and every weekend.
I also remember Cincinnati's Big Red Machine with Pete Rose and Johnny Bench and Dave Conception like someone else mentioned above.
Mom and I watched the Red's in the World Series at Riverfront Stadium in Cincinnati in 75 and 76 I think.
I was also into bowling, roller skating, reading, and swimming. I didn't need computers or computer games to have fun. I kept busy without them.
I loved music and played my 45s and LPs a lot. I had 8-track tapes later but they got messed up too easily.
The tapes unraveled and broke a lot. Maybe I played them too much. My friends and I used to follow our high school wrestling team to all their matches as well as go to the football games (before I was in the Flag Corps).
We cruised in my friend's 66 Mustang all over town with the music blasting.
My boyfriend in '77 loved Star Wars so much he went to see it something like 17 times at the theater. I worked at King's Island just north of Cincinnati. I got in for free when I wasn't working which was a blast. Except for my parents divorcing in the 70s, that was a wonderful time for me. I know a lot of people make fun of disco and the CB craze but it was FUN!
Ashley, United States
I loved the 70's. I was in highschool, twirling flags in the band's flag corps. When I wasn't at a band practice or football game I was at the disco with my friends.
In the summertime Dad and I used to water ski on the Ohio River every day off his vacations and every weekend.
I also remember Cincinnati's Big Red Machine with Pete Rose and Johnny Bench and Dave Conception like someone else mentioned above.
Mom and I watched the Red's in the World Series at Riverfront Stadium in Cincinnati in 75 and 76 I think.
I was also into bowling, roller skating, reading, and swimming. I didn't need computers or computer games to have fun. I kept busy without them.
I loved music and played my 45s and LPs a lot. I had 8-track tapes later but they got messed up too easily.
The tapes unraveled and broke a lot. Maybe I played them too much. My friends and I used to follow our high school wrestling team to all their matches as well as go to the football games (before I was in the Flag Corps).
We cruised in my friend's 66 Mustang all over town with the music blasting.
My boyfriend in '77 loved Star Wars so much he went to see it something like 17 times at the theater. I worked at King's Island just north of Cincinnati. I got in for free when I wasn't working which was a blast. Except for my parents divorcing in the 70s, that was a wonderful time for me. I know a lot of people make fun of disco and the CB craze but it was FUN!
Growing Up 1970 to 1975 New York
Posted By
Ledzep, United States
I remember listening to WABC radio 770 in New York sitting in the back of my dad's 1974 Dodge Dart. I thought very little in those days.... just FELT and absorbed everything. Every sound & sight. My God do I miss those days. Everything was so innocent and perfect. Even though my mom and dad argued sometimes, everything was still so wonderful. No innocence was lost at all. Every songs from 1970 - 1975 brings a tidal wave of emotion.
Ledzep, United States
I remember listening to WABC radio 770 in New York sitting in the back of my dad's 1974 Dodge Dart. I thought very little in those days.... just FELT and absorbed everything. Every sound & sight. My God do I miss those days. Everything was so innocent and perfect. Even though my mom and dad argued sometimes, everything was still so wonderful. No innocence was lost at all. Every songs from 1970 - 1975 brings a tidal wave of emotion.
Difference between War Babies And Boomers
Posted By
Christine M , United States
For some time I've been aware that the War Babies have been lumped in with the Baby Boomers - our younger siblings and cousins born after 1950.
Those of us born in the early forties are very different because the influences that shaped our childhoods are hugely different.
Even the anti-war, folk music, peace movements of the 60's, although popularly thought of as baby boomer, was really a war baby movement. The moving forces, from Bob Dylan, Joan Baez, to the The Beatles - were all war babies.
The great Doo Wop harmonies of the late 50's were danced to by children born in 1944,1943, 1942.
For a very small demographic group, we had a huge influence on the American culture.
We were and are different because we are the last demographic group born into economic and spiritual absolutes and restraints.
I was born in 1943 with a childhood in the Bronx NYC. All the neighborhood families lived in multi family homes. We had no air conditioning, so Summer nights after my mother, sister and I washed and put away the last supper dish,we headed outside.
We'd catch the breezes on the front stoop, or walk up the sidewalk to visit neighbors and share ice tea or lemonaide. Around 11pm, the heat couldn't be avoided and the neighbors would all retire back to try to sleep.
Electric fans were a must, and sundays ushers at church handed out fans with adverts for the local funeral home. Summer Sundays at church meant doors and windows wide open. What I loved about my City childhood from the 40's is being surrounded by neighbors who cared about the neighborhood kids and the ethnic diversity.
My neighborhood was Swedish, Greek, Italian, Jewish, and Armenian, but somehow, all the families had the same moral ethics. Respect for adults and teachers, thrift, hard work, respect for everyone's property are some.
The religions and the cultures were different, but that didn't matter. All the adults demanded that the children respect all other adults - even if they spoke with a different accent.
My neighborhood was a culinary marvel.
The Italian food was out of this world. My landlady would bring up bowls of incredible pasta with homemade sauce and aged grated Romano cheese.
The tradition was that one never returned a dish empty, so mothers would return dishes with homemade borst, Norwegian frut suppe, etc.
I had my first oil cured olive at my Greek girlfriend's grandfather, and my Italian girlfriends grandparents owned a bakery.
Visits to Marilyn's house meant Italian sponge cake drizzled with almoretto and real whipped cream icing. Summers, marilyn's grandparents grilled home made sausage and pappers on the outdoor grill.
All our Italian and Greek neighbors had a grape arbor in their yards to escape from the summer sun and outdoor evening dinners.
I could watch Saints dayparades from my 2nd floor bedroom window; paper money pinned to the saints' gowns and brass band music.
Our neighborhood Methodist church held about a 100 people and not even a picture on the wall - so these parades fascinated me.
It was a very good time to grow up in America - and not just because of the nostalgia that comes from time and age.
Little did I know that in 10 years the Interstate hwy system would turn LI potato farms to suburbs and the families who populated my world would move away to new opportunities. After a lifetime of following those same opportunities, I realize life was better then.
Best to all of you.
Christine M , United States
For some time I've been aware that the War Babies have been lumped in with the Baby Boomers - our younger siblings and cousins born after 1950.
Those of us born in the early forties are very different because the influences that shaped our childhoods are hugely different.
Even the anti-war, folk music, peace movements of the 60's, although popularly thought of as baby boomer, was really a war baby movement. The moving forces, from Bob Dylan, Joan Baez, to the The Beatles - were all war babies.
The great Doo Wop harmonies of the late 50's were danced to by children born in 1944,1943, 1942.
For a very small demographic group, we had a huge influence on the American culture.
We were and are different because we are the last demographic group born into economic and spiritual absolutes and restraints.
I was born in 1943 with a childhood in the Bronx NYC. All the neighborhood families lived in multi family homes. We had no air conditioning, so Summer nights after my mother, sister and I washed and put away the last supper dish,we headed outside.
We'd catch the breezes on the front stoop, or walk up the sidewalk to visit neighbors and share ice tea or lemonaide. Around 11pm, the heat couldn't be avoided and the neighbors would all retire back to try to sleep.
Electric fans were a must, and sundays ushers at church handed out fans with adverts for the local funeral home. Summer Sundays at church meant doors and windows wide open. What I loved about my City childhood from the 40's is being surrounded by neighbors who cared about the neighborhood kids and the ethnic diversity.
My neighborhood was Swedish, Greek, Italian, Jewish, and Armenian, but somehow, all the families had the same moral ethics. Respect for adults and teachers, thrift, hard work, respect for everyone's property are some.
The religions and the cultures were different, but that didn't matter. All the adults demanded that the children respect all other adults - even if they spoke with a different accent.
My neighborhood was a culinary marvel.
The Italian food was out of this world. My landlady would bring up bowls of incredible pasta with homemade sauce and aged grated Romano cheese.
The tradition was that one never returned a dish empty, so mothers would return dishes with homemade borst, Norwegian frut suppe, etc.
I had my first oil cured olive at my Greek girlfriend's grandfather, and my Italian girlfriends grandparents owned a bakery.
Visits to Marilyn's house meant Italian sponge cake drizzled with almoretto and real whipped cream icing. Summers, marilyn's grandparents grilled home made sausage and pappers on the outdoor grill.
All our Italian and Greek neighbors had a grape arbor in their yards to escape from the summer sun and outdoor evening dinners.
I could watch Saints dayparades from my 2nd floor bedroom window; paper money pinned to the saints' gowns and brass band music.
Our neighborhood Methodist church held about a 100 people and not even a picture on the wall - so these parades fascinated me.
It was a very good time to grow up in America - and not just because of the nostalgia that comes from time and age.
Little did I know that in 10 years the Interstate hwy system would turn LI potato farms to suburbs and the families who populated my world would move away to new opportunities. After a lifetime of following those same opportunities, I realize life was better then.
Best to all of you.
Last Elvis Concert
Posted By
Dana Wood, United States
I saw the last concert Elvis gave in 1976 in Portland Oregon. I remember him wearing his white jumpsuit and throwing out scarves to the ladies in the front row. It was pretty exciting to watch Elvis. Some of the ladies came dress in formal gowns with Elvis jackets.
Dana Wood, United States
I saw the last concert Elvis gave in 1976 in Portland Oregon. I remember him wearing his white jumpsuit and throwing out scarves to the ladies in the front row. It was pretty exciting to watch Elvis. Some of the ladies came dress in formal gowns with Elvis jackets.
The Birth Of Skateboarding
Posted By
photojack53, United States
I did a search for "skateboard" to see what this site had about them and I'm certain I discovered a mistake about the date of introduction for them. As kids, we made our own skateboards by attaching the two parts of steel-wheeled roller skates to the ends of a short 2" by 4" board. These were certainly not "flexies!" This was in the mid '60's when I was in elementary school. I clearly remember saving to buy my first real skateboard which cost $8.65 and was made of strips of oak glued together to make a beautiful surfboard-shaped plank that had steel trucks with hard pink plastic wheels withball bearings. This had to be in the late '60's, as we moved from that house in 1970. We adjusted the truck to be as loose as was possible, so we could turn quickly. The wheels would flop from side to side they were so loose and wore grooves in the underside of the board. It took strong ankle control to ride one adjusted so loose and we used to put a board across two coffee cans to make a jump and we would ride toward it and jump off the skateboard, clear the jump and land back on the skateboard which had passed below the jump. Those old wheels were so hard that a 1/4 " pebble would lock up one wheel and send you flying over the front of the board. I remember changing the wheels as newer ones came along. We didn't wear helmets or knee and elbow protection, we just bore the scrapes and bruises with bravado back then. It was fun and I know of no one who broke any bones while riding those "ancient technology" skateboards. I'm certain commercially manufactured skateboards were available around 1968 or 1969 and I still have mine to this day.
photojack53, United States
I did a search for "skateboard" to see what this site had about them and I'm certain I discovered a mistake about the date of introduction for them. As kids, we made our own skateboards by attaching the two parts of steel-wheeled roller skates to the ends of a short 2" by 4" board. These were certainly not "flexies!" This was in the mid '60's when I was in elementary school. I clearly remember saving to buy my first real skateboard which cost $8.65 and was made of strips of oak glued together to make a beautiful surfboard-shaped plank that had steel trucks with hard pink plastic wheels withball bearings. This had to be in the late '60's, as we moved from that house in 1970. We adjusted the truck to be as loose as was possible, so we could turn quickly. The wheels would flop from side to side they were so loose and wore grooves in the underside of the board. It took strong ankle control to ride one adjusted so loose and we used to put a board across two coffee cans to make a jump and we would ride toward it and jump off the skateboard, clear the jump and land back on the skateboard which had passed below the jump. Those old wheels were so hard that a 1/4 " pebble would lock up one wheel and send you flying over the front of the board. I remember changing the wheels as newer ones came along. We didn't wear helmets or knee and elbow protection, we just bore the scrapes and bruises with bravado back then. It was fun and I know of no one who broke any bones while riding those "ancient technology" skateboards. I'm certain commercially manufactured skateboards were available around 1968 or 1969 and I still have mine to this day.
School Educational Cruise 60s
Memory From:
David, UK, 60's School Educational Cruise
I was lucky enough for my mum and dad to pay for an educational cruise for me when I about 13, not sure which year 1965 or 1966 we travelled on the Devonia to Norway and when I wasn't seasick it was fantastic , the cruise was only for school kids and I was a number of my friends from the same school so we had a blast , the grub was pretty crap and always seemed greasy ( maybe that was why I was seasick a lot ) .
We stopped at Bergan and the whole gang of us went off together on a voyage of discovery, and nearly all the Norwegans we met spoke english so each time we got lost somebody would help us find our way back . I don't know how much my parents payed but I would love for my kids to have the same opportunity.
Thanks Mum and Dad
David, UK, 60's School Educational Cruise
I was lucky enough for my mum and dad to pay for an educational cruise for me when I about 13, not sure which year 1965 or 1966 we travelled on the Devonia to Norway and when I wasn't seasick it was fantastic , the cruise was only for school kids and I was a number of my friends from the same school so we had a blast , the grub was pretty crap and always seemed greasy ( maybe that was why I was seasick a lot ) .
We stopped at Bergan and the whole gang of us went off together on a voyage of discovery, and nearly all the Norwegans we met spoke english so each time we got lost somebody would help us find our way back . I don't know how much my parents payed but I would love for my kids to have the same opportunity.
Thanks Mum and Dad
LETTERS TO OUR FIGHTING MEN
Posted By
Taylor Girl, United States, Letters to the fighting men in the 40's
I first learned to write letters, when, at the age of 9 or 10, I visited my Grandmother. She wrote weekly letters to her seven sons in the service overseas, and when I was there, she set a lined tablet and some envelopes in front of me, so I could write them,too. It was such a thrill when some of them answered me individually, telling what they could about what was happening to them. My grandmother later had a front-page article in the newspaper, with photos of all 7 sons surrounding her at her desk, writing letters. All of these sons returned from combat duty safely, with no injuries.
Taylor Girl, United States, Letters to the fighting men in the 40's
I first learned to write letters, when, at the age of 9 or 10, I visited my Grandmother. She wrote weekly letters to her seven sons in the service overseas, and when I was there, she set a lined tablet and some envelopes in front of me, so I could write them,too. It was such a thrill when some of them answered me individually, telling what they could about what was happening to them. My grandmother later had a front-page article in the newspaper, with photos of all 7 sons surrounding her at her desk, writing letters. All of these sons returned from combat duty safely, with no injuries.
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