A quick few words please, before we get to the Fabulous 50s. "Memories Never Die" is a small , personalised Site that does not claim to do what so many of those "retro-sites" (they even use modern jargon----blimey:)) claim to do : such as being a "reference library" for everything to do with a particular year or decade. Such claims merely, in my view, try to mask superficial sites that ----whether in 2 pages or 22,000 pages, cannot "deliver". In this day and age, if we want to find out details of anything, from no matter what era, we simply use Google, Wikipedia and the hundreds of websites that give every detail of the subject for which we are searching.
This little website just jots down a few personal "oldies" memories that try to provide a "flavour" of 3 decades, from childhood, through teenage years to early adult----and if they "strike a chord" with even a few viewers, then that will be pleasing.
Sorry to have "eaten" into what was supposed to be the 1950s Page. Let's correct that now and go back about 60 years.
Some folk say they remember things from their cot or playpen. Not me. For someone who loves memories,I have hardly any before the age when I started Primary School, aged 5. Of course, I have the usual pre-school memories that we all have: parents and close relatives ; some Xmases ( when I came downstairs toa pillow-case filled with shiny gift paper) ; some early toys, especially my beloved bright red tricycle , my swing which my Dad built for me in the garden (I also remember a teddy bear which I called "Teddy" ---originality was going to be one of my strong points in life :))))) .
More on toys' nostalgia later on this page ............ .....
But at the age of 4, I remember very clearly walking with my Mum to a house where the owners had a thing called a television. I have to say that I recall absoulutely no scenes about the house, the people, the TV or the event we had gone to see........the Coronation (so no reference library info here from me about Westminster Abbey, Richard Dimbleby, or even what a telly looked like in 1953:). But the funny thing is : I can picture , very clearly, parts of the route my Mum and I took that day, holding her hand as usual, and looking down at the sandals that must have been worn by most children of that time.
As for the rest of my pre-school memories, I believe that I must have been a bit like Commander Data in those episodes when something goes wrong with his memory circuits. And, if I don't stick with that story, it means that the title of this website isn't true :))). Seriously, my early memories never died...........I honestly don't have very many.
"Real" memories start flooding in about the time I started Primary School in 1955. And when I remember the radio (the wirelesss as it is known in oldies' circles:))
It was the main entertainment in every British home through the golden age of first half of the 1950s : I remember so many programmes : everything from "Listen With Mother", to Two-Way Family Favourites" to "Beyond Our Ken" ( the answer lies in the soil..........). It is still, for most folk, the core of nostalgia regarding the 1950s.
It was, above all, my first introduction to the world of music , more of that later (see Music Page).
First day at school: Mum was anxious, I was just "lost". First real interaction with other children : the first memories that the world is made up of all sorts of people...........something I don't think had ever occurred to me before then, as I lay cocooned in the new semi-detatched council house in which I had been born and was to spend the next 18 years of my life, in the same road, in the same love and care of my parents. The new knowledge of different sorts of people at that particular school helped me more than anything to prepare myself for "looking after " myself physically and mentally , then and in later life;and gave me insights I might never have otherwise had. It was a poor school, built in Victorian times,poor standard of education, generally poor kids from poor backgrounds (the "nit lady" must have decided to move house so as to be closer to my school:), discipline was rigid ( the headmaster roamed the corridors and classrooms with a cane hidden up the sleeve of his jacket----and we all felt its sting on bruised hands whether for talking, eating a sweet or perhaps giving a "funny" glance. Pupils generally spent their whole school-life there from age 5 to 15 (except 2 or 3 who escaped via the 11+ exam each year, out of a class of 40 or more) . I remember , every Wednesday, age 10, the third of my class who could read and write had to spend the whole day sitting with a pupil from among the other two-thirds......teaching them on a "one-to-one" basis". But for all the Dickensian pictures I paint here, for all that, I have very happy memories of the place. I felt so at the time; but even more so with hindsight. I began a lifelong love affair with the thirst for knowledge, with books (oh, how I recall reading "Treasure Island " for the first time, at that school; and the exploits of heros like Captain Scott and Edmund Hillary in faraway places; and the thrills of The Famous Five as they led their idyllic middle-class lives at boarding schools , before settingoff on their adventures in summer, armed with "Cook's" packed lunches. And , as well as books, I'll never forget the comics :)) : The Dandy, Beano, The Eagle, Beezer, Topper, Radio Fun, Knockout, Victor ; and many little "books" of adventure stories that cost 10d : anyone remember them ?
But the advent of TV never took away the need for books and comics :
And , as this is the decade of Rock 'n Roll, ............a few more :
And a few items that just seemed to cry out for inclusion in this 1950s' page before we move on to the next decade:
1. EVOCATIVE STREET SCENE ( pinched from a good website that I have now "lost" ; if anyone knows it, please get in touch with me; and if the owners do not want it shown here......it won't be). I think it's a smashing little pic that sums up the phrase "memories never die" as far as the 1950s are concerned :
4. MEMORABLE TV NOSTALGIA : I'd like this to be one of the wonderful BBC serials, or a classic Western like "Maverick"; or even the Potter's Wheel :))). But it has to be this one ( see pics on the left below) , probably seen by everyone in the world. But just to remind us of homegrown TV, I've added a couple of other pictures on right-hand side for British Silversurfers: of a famous blood-donor :)))
7. AND FINALLY ---- as the words of the song say : "I would have liked to have known you, but I wasjust a kid". A true legend : MARILYN MONROE 1926-1962 R.I.P.
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