If I could wind the clock back 60 years.

60 years ago everything was new, well new to me....new husband, new job, new house, new car, it was the start of a journey, a long journey with the usual ups and downs of life.
Anyway, here I am able to look back and for the most part able to smile and feel happy.
 
59 years ago..we moved from one Scottish city which was the city my mother was born and raised, to the city where I was born, and where my father was born and raised.. . I was 7 years old.

My parents never told us kids anything until right before it was about to happen.. everything was a damn secret in my childhood... but on this day we were moving, and it was a Saturday morning, and we as a family were going to the train station to board the train to travel to the new city.

Clearly the removal van must have already been but I don't recall that part, but what does stick in my mind was that my father had me carry some things in my over the shoulder school satchel
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as we left home and started to walk to the bus stop to get us to the train staion in the city centre .. I still had no idea where we were going , but we kids knew not to question anything....and as we walked..my mother, father, my 2 younger siblings at that time, one in a pram..and me early on that weekend morning, I could hear the calls of my friends and the children in the street where we lived, asking ..''Holly, where are you going, why have you got your school bag it's not a school day''.. and lots of laughter... but I wasn't allowed to reply.... . I feel that was the first time I felt real embarrassment...

However, that same trip left me with a love of trains which I have to this day. Back in the day trains were coach built and seats upholstered beautifully with corridors and individual carriages.. and were driven by steam... and I was enchanted.. even at that young age...

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hollydolly said:
59 years ago..we moved from one Scottish city which was the city my mother was born and raised, to the city where I was born, and where my father was born and raised.. . I was 7 years old.

My parents never told us kids anything until right before it was about to happen.. everything was a damn secret in my childhood... but on this day we were moving, and it was a Saturday morning, and we as a family were going to the train station to board the train to travel to the new city.

Clearly the removal van must have already been but I don't recall that part, but what does stick in my mind was that my father had me carry some things in my over the shoulder school satchel
s-l300.jpg
as we left home and started to walk to the bus stop to get us to the train staion in the city centre .. I still had no idea where we were going , but we kids knew not to question anything....and as we walked..my mother, father, my 2 younger siblings at that time, one in a pram..and me early on that weekend morning, I could hear the calls of my friends and the children in the street where we lived, asking ..''Holly, where are you going, why have you got your school bag it's not a school day''.. and lots of laughter... but I wasn't allowed to reply.... . I feel that was the first time I felt real embarrassment...

However, that same trip left me with a love of trains which I have to this day. Back in the day trains were coach built and seats upholstered beautifully with corridors and individual carriages.. and were driven by steam... and I was enchanted.. even at that young age...

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There's really something bittersweet about that. Leaving without saying goodbye is something I was guilty of. Lots of childhood friends lost.
 
I wouldn't want to turn back the clock 60yrs. My children wouldn't have been born yet and of course, neither would my grandchildren. My Husband would be in the Navy during the Viet Nam war,so I'll just tolerate the years I have left.
 
When I first saw Tenerife, 1962, this is what came to mind.

How about Tenerife, 1977? The deadliest airplane accident in history with two 747's crashing and 580+ people killed.
 
There s a comedy troupe from N.Ireland who used to joke that when a plane landed at Belfast airport, the pilot would tell the passengers to put their clocks and watches back 50 years. Actually, they weren't joking.
 
60 years ago, my family and I returned to England after living in Cyprus for 4 years. We arrived during one of the coldest winters on record...so cold that the sea froze at the edges.
 
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