The Sixties! What are your memories?

Those pics are great!
Exactly as I'd expect girls of that time (or women, whatever you want to be called) to dress.

Like the girls from "man about the house" 🙂

Birthto110

I remember working out how to make a telephone kiosk work without putting the money in. Well to be honest that was the 70s. In the 60s in a rural community I remember going on the lorry run round the farms collecting milk churns.

My friends and I worked out how to do that. You had to tap the receiver very quickly to the exact number you wished to dial. It was all a bit pointless really because we knew so few people with a phone.

In the end we tapped out the number for Dial a Disc which was just three digits and I remember listening to Tears of a Clown.

I too lived in a rural area and used to climb on the milk churn stacks.

MissA My favourite sitcom Man About The House with the gorgeous Richard O'Sullivan. I met him once. He was delightful. He became poorly.

Terribull - Just read your epic post and how fascinating it was. You have a way with words, and your memories are incredible for someone so young. Thank you for sharing all that with us. I think it kind of echoes our collective memories, all those world events pretty much passing us by and yet they left the shadow of a memory.

Excellent post, Terribull

I was a bit older than Terribull, my father was very much into politics and we used to hear quite a lot about it all at the dinner table 🙂
I also scoured the newspapers from the age of about 9!

I was 13 in 1960 but the 60s we think of didn’t really start until later in the decade. Saturday mornings were spent at the hairdressers getting my hair put up and lacquered. Starting work at 17 I had what seemed a lot of money, much of it spent on clothes at Biba when it was just a small shop. Talking to friends now we are amazed just how strict fathers were, well ours were. Whatever had happened Saturday night church attendance was expected on Sunday evening. By 1967 I was married and DD1 arrived just before the moon landing in 1969.

Brilliant post Terribull captures it all perfectly.

I was 16 in 1969, so a child and a young teenager during the 60's but I embraced the fashions especially the mini skirt, and Flower Power!

As for music I loved it all, but loved the Monkees and Glen Campbell. I remember Radio Two starting with Tony Blackburn playing 'Flowers in the Rain'.

I remember staying up all night to watch the Moon landing, whilst the rest of the family slept.

Mum made the dress in the photo.

Thanks NannyJan, Callistemon and Chestnut.

I always think of the 60s as a seminal decade, a bit like the 20s I suppose, but without the crash at the end. Although the 70s, economically had an air of the depressed landscape of the 1930s in some ways.

Having been born in the 50s and therefore remembering very little of that decade, but perceiving it to be somewhat dreary with post war austerity hanging over us. The sixties, was our roaring 20s, we'd well and truly emerged from WW2, there was an optimism a seismic culture shift and for the first time a whole new generation made their mark working class heroes trailblazing in kicking aside the entrenched establishment elite, possibly a rose tinted vision, but it was a time of possibilities.

My children having reached their teens latched on to my record collection with awe and wonder, all my coveted vinyl, Jimmy Hendrix, Pink Floyd, Led Zeppelin, The Rolling Stones yes even The Beatles have long since disappeared with them when they left home, with one saying "well you were going to leave it to us anyway, might as well have it now" They laboured under the impression I was out there living it up in the 60s, albeit with odd embellishment from me about what I was doing, the fact of the matter I was still at school, so not a lot! a mere spectator wishing I could have been out there in the cut and thrust, work, boyfriends, concerts and travel all came along in the 70s for me. Someone posted up thread, "if you remember the sixties you weren't actually there" fair comment, I often wonder why unlike the 60s, the 70s don't hold those memories, it was a fast decade it didn't go slowly, it was just one thing after another, I was participator rather than a spectator, with less time to ponder.

luluaugust

I was 13 in 1960 but the 60s we think of didn’t really start until later in the decade. Saturday mornings were spent at the hairdressers getting my hair put up and lacquered. Starting work at 17 I had what seemed a lot of money, much of it spent on clothes at Biba when it was just a small shop. Talking to friends now we are amazed just how strict fathers were, well ours were. Whatever had happened Saturday night church attendance was expected on Sunday evening. By 1967 I was married and DD1 arrived just before the moon landing in 1969.

My father was an older Dad and wasn't strict, he used to say "You'd better ask your mother" but always backed her up 🙂

Beehive hairdos, lots of back combing, pins and lacquer.

Lucky you, being near Biba.

I read somewhere that Richard O'Sullivan became poorly and went into a home, I think?
Something like parkinsons?

My mother was a teenager and in her 20s in the 1920s so perhaps she remembered those times, being brilliant at The Charleston, apparently, and one of the first to have her hair cropped short. She must have been a bit of a trend-setter 😃

Françoise Hardy. A decade in two words.

He had a couple of strokes I believe MissA. He is in that house for retired actors, Brinscome House or something like that.

Ah what a shame, poor man.

You all look fabulous in the photo's, what great fashion in the 60's

l think l must have liked all generation fashions, l remeber dressing up in my sisters nett under stkirts she made for her ;rock and roll. skirt to go to the ballroom dances in the 50's

in the 70's l had a lovely green bell bottom trousers and a fair isle tank top over a wide collar blouse. Hubby grew his hair down
to his shoulders and bought wide ties and shirts with all sorts of prints on ie airplanes etc..iv got phots some where ll have to sort them out lol..
l cant remember much of the 80.s or 90s as that was when l became very ill..l think it was when we bought very high platform shoes.
l remember l bought lovely maxi dresses to go out to clubs that had velvet braids with square necklines, which l loved. but cant remember if that was the 80s or 90's..perhaps some of you can remind me what fashions were like in the 80/s and 90/s

l cant remember the 80's or.

Ooh yes please. 🙂
I'd love to see a photo.

Terribull and others, have you seen My Generation which was made by Michael Caine? I saw it at the cinema and it was amazing on the big screen with the 1960s music in cinema sound! You can buy it on DVD, well worth having. Here's a clip so you can see how brilliant it is:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=n3SVp1hFWtQ

NannyJan53 I remember Radio Two starting with Tony Blackburn playing 'Flowers in the Rain'.

That was Radio 1, not Radio 2.

I remember listening to Radio Luxembourg on my friend's brother's radio when they played the top 10 (?) on Sunday evenings, dying to know what was that week's No. 1.

I remember the pirate radio ships - Radio Caroline etc - and Tony Blackburn was there.

My Mum and Dad always had "Life with the Lyons" on the radio, and "Round the Horn" and "Sing Something Simple" ... I wanted the top 10!

Dad bought me a secondhand Dansette record player. I remember it was red and I loved it. Wonder what I did with it later on once I left home. It would probably fetch a good price as a retro piece now.

Chestnut That's a great clip on YouTube. Thanks for sharing the link.

Sparklefizz
Sing Something Simple was awful, but now I actually feel quite nostalgic about it, I remember my dad singing along.
I never had a record player, but my friends older sister had one where you put on about eight and they dropped down, we would all dance in their ‘best’ room, she would show us all the moves.

Oh I hated sing something simple.
That meant school the next day.
Ears and nails prodded and poked, and toenails clipped down in readiness.

Yep. A horrible reminder that the weekend was over. Horrible sloppy songs it seemed to me at that age, understanding nothing of nostalgia.

Yes, nothing to look forward to until next weekend, when the banana splits were on tv.

I was in the upper 6th in 66/67 and as really new thing for the school we were given an old prefab as a (teacher free!) common room. We could make coffee, sneak the odd fag, and play our own music - one I really associate with this time was A Whiter Shade Of Pale - Procul Harum.

A couple of years later, after I’d met dh, I particularly remember a Sunday afternoon party in the back garden of one of his old schoolfriends - it must have been in the holidays, his folks were away. A warm, summer afternoon, sitting out in the garden - ‘Lazy Sunday Afternoon’ was playing somewhere (Small Faces?) when dh’s friend came and sat beside me on the grass.

‘Hello, are you stoned?’ he asked, very happily.
‘Er, no,’ sez I.
‘Oh,’ he said, equally happily. ‘I am!’ 😂

I've been looking for my sixties photos, but they seem to have disappeared into the ether. I found this, very early 70s I'd just started work in London, I know when I look at it I was still at a nervous self conscious stage. Two uncoordinated tops I think I borrowed the top one from a friend it must have been chilly