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Do you remember glam rock, flares, cheesecloth shirts and chopper bikes? Then it sounds like you were lucky enough to grow up during the 1970s. Who could forget all the glam rock bands of that era, like Slade, Wizard, Mud and Sweet, or singers like Alvin Stardust, Marc Bolan and David Bowie? What about those wonderful TV shows like Starsky and Hutch, Kojak, Kung Fu and Happy Days?
Fashion included platform shoes (we all had a pair), flared trousers, brightly patterned shirts with huge collars and colourful kipper ties. And everyone remembers preparing for power cuts and that long, hot summer of 1976?
So dust off your space hopper and join us on this fascinating journey through a childhood during the seventies, with hilarious illustrations and a nostalgic trip down memory lane for all those who grew up in this memorable decade.
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| ISBN-13: | 9780752466422 |
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| Publisher: | The History Press |
| Publication date: | 09/30/2011 |
| Sold by: | Barnes & Noble |
| Format: | eBook |
| Pages: | 160 |
| File size: | 6 MB |
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A 1970s Childhood
From Glam Rock to Happy Days
By Derek Tait
The History Press
Copyright © 2011 Derek TaitAll rights reserved.
ISBN: 978-0-7524-6642-2
CHAPTER 1
At Home
It seems odd that 1970 is over forty years ago now and yet I remember exactly what I was doing on 1 January 1970. We were still on our Christmas holidays, it was a sunny day, and my brother Alan and I went out for the day to see what we could get up to. I was 8 at the time and Alan was 13. In those days, dogs just wandered the street, many with no collars, and then returned home in the evening for their tea. As kids, we got to know most of the dogs in the area. Anyhow, on this day we came across a dog while playing on the nearby football pitch and he followed us around all day. Some other kids told us that his name was 'Skip' and he regularly played with kids in the area. We spent the day playing in the nearby fields, close to the school I attended, got some sweets from the local shop and ended up eating them in our den which was built from material taken from the local building site. When we first moved into our street in the late 1960s, the houses at the far end were still being built. There were never any fences around building sites in those days and we spent a lot of our time running along walls, climbing up planks in the half-built houses that had no stairs and looking for materials to build dens. This included sheets of corrugated iron, wooden poles, chicken wire and just about anything we could get our hands on. We had dens all over the place. One, which was in the woods near our house, was an old air- raid shelter. We'd made a door for it and had even found a pair of armchairs about a mile away that somebody had dumped.
Anyway, back to 1 January and the afternoon we spent with Skip in our den before exploring the woods. At the time, there were pigs kept there in little chicken wire pens. I never knew whom they belonged to, but looking back it seems strange that someone should have kept pigs in the woods near a housing estate.
We wandered back up to the shops and I remember we were told off several times because Skip kept chasing after cars. 'Control your dog!' people shouted. 'It's not our dog!' we answered, but no one took any notice. By the time we went home for our tea, Skip had decided to return home too. We'd had a great day. I thought I would see Skip again the next day but we never saw him again. Maybe he chased one too many cars.
The reason I remember 1 January so well is because my mum and dad had bought me a Walt Disney diary for Christmas and I would write in it as neatly as possible, recording what we'd done in the day. This lasted for about three weeks before my writing got worse, and by February I'd stopped writing in it altogether. Although it was thrown out many years ago, I wish I still had it. After all, it was because of the diary that I'll forever remember what I did on that first day of 1970.
I remember two other presents that I got for Christmas and they were The Beano and The Dandy annuals. I've still got them and look at them occasionally. I must know them off by heart. I used to get The Beano, I think, every Wednesday and Alan got the Valiant. There were lots of long forgotten comics that I can remember from back then, including The Hotspur, The Tiger, TV Century 21, Look and Learn and TV Comic. I never liked Look and Learn much because it was too educational. What sort of comic didn't have a character like Biffo the Bear? These were the comics you had to read in class if it was a rainy day and you couldn't go out at playtime.
Later on, there were other comics I got regularly like Whizzer and Chips and Cor!! They always came with free gifts such as plastic chocolate biscuits to give to your dad or plastic liquorice and other jokes. I also loved the American comics, especially Superman. There were some strange adverts in these comics, including one announcing, 'You too could have a body like Charles Atlas!' (even though he'd been dead for thirty years) and another promoting 'Space Monkeys'. The advert showed monkeys in a fish bowl doing all sorts of acrobatic tricks. That looked fantastic to me and, when a British comic offered the same thing as a free gift, I bought it and poured the contents of the packet into a bowl of water and waited for my monkeys to appear. About ten days later, what I actually ended up with was a bowl of shrimps! Not a Space Monkey in sight!
Dad travelled all over the world with the Navy and would send us back postcards and stamps from wherever he went. My favourite was the one of the apes in Gibraltar! I've still got the postcards and it's very interesting reading them all today.
Living right beside the woods, we would be woken up by the dawn chorus – thousands of birds singing as soon as the sun came up. There were a lot more birds around in the 1970s than there are now. The milkman and postman would always come at the same time every morning. Quite often, we would find the silver-foil milk bottle tops pecked in by the blue tits. Occasionally, the milkman would accidentally leave Gold Top, which was thick and creamy, instead of the ordinary milk, and we would have it on our cornflakes. There was no milk in cartons back then and certainly no skimmed or semi-skimmed milk. Sometimes, if Alan and I were up early in the holidays or on a Saturday, we would catch the milkman and buy a pint of milk off him.
Mum worked in the nearby newsagents and dad was away a lot of the time in the Navy. It was handy mum working in the newsagents. If we were passing or coming home from school, she'd give us sweets or lollies.
At home, Alan and I slept in a bunk bed and he would tell me stories at night. Some mornings, we would wake up and there would be cows asleep in the garden from the many nearby farms. Today, forty years later, with all the new housing estates, it's hard to imagine.
We had pictures and posters all over the walls. Some were of pop stars cut out of the music papers that Alan would get and there were also a few of footballers. Alan supported Tottenham Hotspur and I supported Leeds United, mainly because Jackie Charlton played for them.
1970 was the year of the World Cup and I vividly recall Alan and me staying up late one night to watch the final England match in May 1970. Whenever we were out in the car, we always made sure that dad visited the Esso garage so that we could get our World Cup medallions, each with a player's face embossed on it. Because of this, I remember every member of the 1970s squad which included Bobby Moore, Alan Ball, Geoff Hurst, Jeff Astle, Gordon Banks, Colin Bell, Peter Bonetti, Bobby Charlton, Jack Charlton, Allan Clarke, Terry Cooper, Colin Harvey, Emlyn Hughes, Norman Hunter, Mick Jones, Brian Labone, Francis Lee, Paul Madeley, Ian Moore, Alan Mullery, Henry Newton, Keith Newton, Alan Oakes, Martin Peters, Paul Reaney, Peter Shilton, Peter Thompson and Tommy Wright. What a team! How did we lose? I also remember Alan and me having World Cup scrapbooks, collecting bubblegum cards and me even having Jackie Charlton on my pencil case. I didn't even like football!
Everyone was singing Back Home, the song recorded by the team, which was number one for three weeks. Indeed, the 1970s World Cup is the one I'll always recall most vividly because everyone was so into it at the time.
I loved all the music papers that Alan got, not just for the colour posters in the middle but also for the adverts in the back which mostly consisted of people selling stuff or requesting material on their favourite pop stars. For a while, I had a pen friend who was 14 when I was 11. She collected stuff on Cat Stevens and I collected stuff on The Monkees (my favourite band at the beginning of the 1970s). I didn't want her to know that I was only 11 because I thought that she wouldn't write so I used to get Alan to write my letters for me. I probably had to bribe him. In the end, Alan got fed up and I resorted to writing in my scruffy handwriting (she must have noticed the difference) before, like most pen friends, it all fizzled out.
Nobody that we knew had a telephone and we didn't have one either. If mum wanted to get in contact with dad when he was away in the Navy, we would have to walk to the nearest phone box. There used to be a lot more around then as everyone used them. I think that it was 2p for a local call and 10p for a national call. When we eventually did get a phone, it was wired up incorrectly so all that we could pick up was the radio! It was soon fixed, but in those days everyone shared a line (a party line) so you would quite often pick up the phone and someone else would be on there talking. There was a service called 'Dial-A-Disc' where you could dial sixteen and listen to the latest chart hits. You couldn't imagine anyone doing it nowadays but it was the equivalent of looking up your favourite song on YouTube today.
Our old telephone. They came in a range of colours; ours was in light mustard.
I seem to remember it snowing a lot when I was a kid. I remember once it snowed all week and we went along to the building site at the end of the road. We called it 'Mount Everest' then because there was a big slope from the site heading down to the road. We would get bits of card or wood that the builders had left lying around and use them as sledges to slide down the hill. We would also tie rope to the scaffold around the building and lower it down the hill and then climb up it like we were proper mountaineers. We knew the exact time when the builders went home and after school we would go to the site just to run and jump off walls or to see what we could find. All the kids did it. There never seemed to be any health and safety rules back then. Nobody ever caught us and if one of the builders did return, we'd just run off. They didn't seem to have been much bothered anyway. Sometimes we would mix up a bit of cement and do a bit of bricklaying. Everything was just left lying around!
My I-Spy badge, which everyone got when you joined the Daily Mail's I-Spy club. We had hours of fun spotting various animals and objects.
We would make our own bows and arrows and fire at targets (they were never very good) and make catapults for firing at tin cans. We also all had water pistols, which were great in the long hot summers, and potato guns, which we always fired at our friends. I remember dad bringing us some great guns back from Spain one year. They fired caps and looked just like the real thing – just the sort of thing that 007 would have! It's funny to think that you could take items like that through customs in those days without anyone questioning it. We pretended to be James Bond all summer, but the guns were finally ruined when we took them to the beach and we got sand in them.
We all had I-Spy books, which were linked with a column featuring Chief I-Spy (a Red Indian) in the Daily Mail. They involved looking out for things such as cars, birds, dogs, zoo animals, things in the countryside, things in the woods – the titles were endless. I must have learned all about butterflies, birds and animals through books like these and by collecting various Brooke Bond cards.
I'm certain that we had one I-Spy book that featured animal tracks, and when it snowed Alan and I would go out looking to see what strange animals and birds had been wandering around during the night. I'm sure we probably thought that we'd found the tracks of foxes, deer and other animals, but thinking about it now they were more likely just the tracks of cats and dogs. We even left our own paw prints in the snow by putting four fingers together and pressing down on them. To us, that looked just like a wild animal print. By watching cartoons like Scooby Doo, I really believed that we might come across a Yeti or some other weird creature! Your imagination is fantastic when you're a kid.
At about the same time, Tuf brought out shoes which had paw prints on the soles so that you could leave a trail as you walked. They also brought out a pair which featured a compass in the heel. All the kids pestered their mums for these new shoes but they had one major drawback – they always gave you blisters. Clark's shoes, which were their main rivals, had none of the gimmicks of Tuf but were certainly a lot more comfortable. They did bring out one pair that all the kids liked – Commandos!
Alan eventually moved into his own bedroom so I had a room to myself. Being the 1970s, Alan had purple wallpaper with leather effect tiles around his bed. He also had two Pace posters of Marc Bolan on the walls that mum had brought back from the shop were she worked. Alan loved T. Rex and Marc Bolan and, once mum had left for work during our summer holidays, he would blast me out of bed with Metal Guru and Get it On. All I wanted to do was lie in! My room had dark blue wallpaper and Pace posters of Alias Smith and Jones. We all loved that show. Later, I had posters of Alvin Stardust, some taken straight from the pages of Look-in.
We all watched the TV together in the living room (there was only one TV in the house so we all had to watch the same programmes). If someone wanted to watch the other side, they'd have to go to a friend's house. Alan used to like Top of the Pops, but there was always something on the other side that I liked watching. I think that he won in the end.
All mums seemed to knit in the 1970s and we must have got used to the clicking as we watched the telly. There was a knitting pattern for everything (including Starsky's jumper) and there were shops just selling wool and little else. All the kids at school had jumpers knitted by their mums; it's funny how knitting has since come back into fashion.
Mum would crochet a lot and we had a lot of crocheted blankets. Crochet jackets were fashionable for women and mum made them for the people who worked in the shop. Eventually, they all had one!
Every mum seemed to run a catalogue. The ones that I remember were Great Universal, Littlewoods, Freemans and Janet Frazer. I'm sure that there were many more. You could get something from the catalogue and pay it off gradually every week.
We used to love the catalogues coming out so that we could go straight to the toy section and see what new toys were due in the shops. I loved looking at all the annuals, which appeared in the catalogues long before they appeared anywhere else.
Money seemed to go a long way back then. If you were a kid and had a pound note, which was 20s, you were considered well off. In the pre-decimal days of 1970 and 1971, most kids had a few old pennies and halfpennies to spend on sweets and other things. Two shillings (a florin) seemed a lot of money to a boy in those days. I remember that I found an old woman's purse by the playing fields one day and it had her address on it so I took it back to her. She was really pleased and wanted to give me a shilling as a reward. I'd have loved the shilling but turned her down. Later, she gave the shilling to my mum up at the shop and insisted that I had it. It doesn't sound much but a shilling seemed a lot in pre-decimal days.
This photo shows one of my favourite pastimes as a boy – climbing trees! I'm wearing my favourite purple t-shirt, my brown corduroys and my school gym shoes. I remember our dog Shep wearing that jacket when we dressed him up as Superdog for the day!
An old £1 note.
I loved all the power cuts of the 1970s. We would be watching the telly and suddenly the power would go and we were stuck there in the dark. We always had lots of candles to hand (I think my mum's still got them somewhere!) and there was something nice and cosy about it. Sometimes we would listen to the radio, if it had batteries, or play cards or other games. I remember once walking back from seeing a friend at the nearby flats and all the lights went out behind me and I had to walk home in total darkness. It was very eerie.
All kids seemed to have scraped knees in the 1970s from various adventures, which included jumping off buildings and garages, climbing trees, falling off bikes and roller skates, playing 'It' and 'British Bulldog' and general falls while rushing about.
We had dens all over the woods. We had a good one just behind the house in the woods and the undergrowth. In the summer, the ferns came above my head and it seemed well hidden. Our air-raid shelter den, deep in the woods, mentioned earlier, was perhaps our best den. Several kids would meet up there and we even had our own furniture. We had a stack of old 78rpm records in case the den came under attack. We used to throw them around like Frisbees. Of course, they smashed on impact.
One day we went to visit the den but it had been completely wrecked (which happened often). Even our armchairs were pulled apart. Nowadays if you saw a den in the woods you would probably call the police, but back then all the kids built them.
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Table of Contents
Contents
Acknowledgements,One At Home,
Two School,
Three Friends,
Four Cars, Buses and Petrol,
Five Holidays,
Six Activities,
Seven Music,
Eight Fashions,
Nine Sweets and Chocolate,
Ten Household Shopping,
Eleven Comics,
Twelve Television,
Thirteen Adverts,
Fourteen Movies,
Fifteen Toys and Games,
Sixteen Memorable 1970s Events,
Seventeen Whatever Happened To?,
Copyright,