As my latest book, Storm Clouds Gathering is set in 1965 I thought it would be great fun to take a peek at that amazing era. This week the lovely Rosalind Adam joins The Hippie Shake and shares some of the memories that represent that wonderful era, the 1960’s.
When Pauline asked me if I would write a post about memories of the 1960s I knew exactly which photograph I would centre it around, It was a picture of me dressed all in black, black jeans, black jumper, my hair long and black and my guitar hung over my shoulder. I’ve searched every album and every carrier bag – and in my house there are many bags stuffed full of photographs. I’ve spent a whole morning being nostalgic about my children when they were cute kiddies and my dear little past pets, but I can’t find ‘that’ picture anywhere. Neither can I find any suitable illustration of my life in the 60s. I suppose we didn’t carry our cameras around with us then like we do now.
So I shall have to describe my 60s life in words. Every week I went to De Montfort Hall pop concerts. I saw every 60s star. I screamed at every top of the pops performer. I queued all night and got tickets to see The Beatles when Mum and Dad thought I was safely tucked up at a friend’s house. I’ve mentioned many times about me chasing Mick Jagger, he hitting me across the face and me swooning in response. When I wasn’t dressed in black I wore flowered trouser suits with bells round my neck and flowers in my hair or tiny mini skirts that were hardly wider than a belt. I knew the words to every pop song and the name of every pop artist. I was obsessed with the music and the music was good.
But looking back now I realise how innocent it all was. I never took drugs. I wouldn’t have known how to get them even if I’d wanted to. For me sex was something that only happened in comic stories. I’ve often wondered if the tales of the wild 1960s were pure fiction or was I unusual – innocent and shielded from reality. Maybe that wild life was happening on
but not in Leicester – not for me anyhow.
A little more about Rosalind
I have been writing professionally for ten years and was a teacher for over twenty years. I am a wife, mother, grandmother and an obedient servant to two oversized grey cats called Mabel and Charlie. I have lived and worked in
Leicester all my life. I sometimes think it would be
interesting to live somewhere else but I suspect I would struggle to find
anywhere quite so exciting or culturally diverse. My Children’s History of
Leicester book is selling especially well since the discovery of Richard III’s
body under a Leicester car park and I have now
become obsessed with anything to do with Richard III.
A list of my Publications:
Children’s History Leicester, Hometown World Publishers, May 2011, ISBN 978-1849931496
Bathtime Rap, Picture book, Franklin Watts, 2008, ISBN 970-0-7496-7951-4
Jewish Voices, A history of a community affected by World War II, English Heritage, 2009
Articles and Short stories:
Short stories published in Yours, Woman's Weekly, Bella, Best, Take a Break, Chat and My Weekly from 1998 to 2002
The 1950s Menu, Yours Yearbook 2010
The work behind the project: Jewish Voices, NAWE Quarterly Summer 2009
With Two Hats On: therapeutic writing workshops, Lapidus Quart. Autumn 2007
Birds' Eye View; taking part in the bird count, The Lady August/September 1999