1960’s | further away it goes | the more I want it back
Lets Return to the 1960s |Reconnecting with my Past
People Tracing UK. Going back to the 1960s and remembering all those lost friends from our youth. Remembering those loyal friends, and especially a young love from that magical era.
Friends from my school and youth era | what became of them all?
Returning to the roaring 1960s. But you only realise today as you were there. Being fully aware it was in the past and cannot be restored. That’s probably why so many of us miss it so much. Wanting to go back if only they could- myself included!.
Who better to remind us of “going back” than listening to that beautiful 60s classic song, sung by the inimitable and legendary- Dusty Springfield “Love, you Dusty”!
This article is dedicated to memories of the 1960s. Remembering lost loves/sweethearts, special friends and times shared together.
People Places, events, and magical memories. Also various locations we visited.
Today I find myself musing on those years gone-by, whom I was with and where we went to. The good times, bad, and some forgettable.
My main memories relate to London. Places which instantly spring to mind: Carnaby Street, Hyde Park pop concerts, Camden Town – The Roundhouse. Shopping in Oxford Street, Petticoat Lane on a Sunday morning, Soho, and nearby Chinatown. Dressed in our gaily coloured hippy clothes.
Going back to the 1960s and remembering lost friends
I recall the magical feeling of shopping on the King’s road and purchasing a pair of black ‘Chelsea boots’, all the rage at that time. Buying my girlfriend a long flowing hippy dress.
No doubt all these places are today still there. But with a new generation of visitors treading the same path as us their predecessors. To us oldies, they are treading on hallowed ground. But then again- so were we as Carnaby street was around a long time before us, and the 1960s. Now I have so many lovely but fading memories.
Old Friends From The 1960s Not Forgotten.
Recalling us walking together along Oxford Street. Seeing for the first time up-close the magical ‘E-Type Jaguar’ first introduced to looks and gasps of astonishment at the 1960 Geneva motor show.
Oxford Street in those days was packed with these flashy exotic luxury sports cars. As a young person and not wealthy. I often found myself gazing longingly at these wonderful and coveted motor cars.
Making a promise to myself that “one day I will own one”. Never thinking it would really happen..and it did!
The nation was on a high after winning the world cup in 1966. The economy was as I recall,- OK. Although I personally was shielded from any harsh realities of living costs. Mainly due to my lovely parents funding me a decent financial subsidy.
Which year exactly was all this going on? As near as I can recall it was 1968. Around the time of the Mexico Olympics.
One particular young lady who’s name springs to mind was named Jean. A tall and willow young lady with great charm, style, and panache. God knows what she ever saw in a bore like me!
Usually, we would travel up by train and missing the last scheduled return train home. Inevitably instead jumping on the milk train, carrying loads of milk churns. What did we care-no we did not! After arriving at our home town train station, we then together thumbed a lift home.
How long ago am I talking about? Well to my astonishment its 52 years ago.
Now finding myself well into retirement years and armed with a few bob in the bank, I have decided to step back from the year 2020 merry go round.
I’m planning to propel myself back in time to those heady days of my youth. To indulge Jumping aboard the time machine, which will transport me back to those magical days of the 1960s.
Yes, the 1960s. But who will metaphorically accompany me on this journey? Well, actually the renown ‘back in time services’ of friends reconnected.
The people who specialise in tracing lost friends. Why do I need them! Well for a start what’s the point in revisiting these places and location from the past, without the most important ingredient:- the actual person whom I was with at the time.
To be continued.