Summer of 69

I was 13, a gawky looking, unhappy kid. My father had died four years previously and my mother had met a chap in Malta and spent a lot of time visiting whilst I was palmed off on friends.

Both my beloved sisters had left home, one to teach in London and the other to university, so I felt somewhat abandoned.

Mother stayed with her new chap for thirty years and I grew to be very fond of him. I also met my DH on one of my visits to Malta to see mum.

The eighties/nineties were my happiest times and I treasure the memories.

I was 23 and had been married two years. DD was born in the spring of 1969 and I spent the summer pushing her around in the big pram with the canopy on. I have a photograph of her lying on a rug with the moon landing on the TV.
We had very little in the way of furniture and no washing machine but we were happy.

We got married in 1969. The following year DD was born and that was the best day of my life. However, I loved my Beatles days. Queuing to see them in concert, a group of us friends getting together and sending them fan mail, playing truant one afternoon to try to see them, George (my favourite) spoke to us that day, winning a competition to sit behind them on stage. Also going to see many other bands of the day live - Rolling Stones, Kinks and more. Happy days

I was 20 and gave birth to my son on the evening that the heatwave broke I was watching the rain and lightening in the early hours while giving him his first feed. Those last few weeks were unbearably hot I spent many hours in the shower.

End of second year of teacher training.I think it was the summer I went to Denmark on an international student volunteer camp

I was 11 (turned 12 in the October) and spent the entire school hols on the beach or the tennis courts with best friend Sue. I don't play tennis any longer, (my knees refuse to); still enjoy spending time on the beach; Sue and I are still the closest of friends!

I was 11, just left primary school and feeling excited and scared at the thought of September. Played out all day with all the kids in the adjacent cul de sac, not yet too grown up to feel I shouldn't!

I was 4 at the start and 5 at the end (August birthday!) - don't remember the summer of 1969 or the moon landing but remember the (Bristol) floods of 1968, and the SS Great Britain returning home in 1970.

Last year of my degree course - lots of revision that summer!

Kupari45 I was just back from Far East Penang, Hong Kong, Changi ( briefly) also RAF Just about to have second of three children I was 24 it was a good summer and I remember being in the hospital feeling very sick in labour the windows of the hospital were all open wide and there was a summer fete going on in the grounds with loads of laughter, screaming and noise I just wanted them to all go away

Aged 26, married for 6 years, 4th child born in the October. Stayed up all night for the moon landing, whilst hubby removed a Wicklow from my thumb (ouch!!)

I also went to IOW to see Dylan, told my mum I was holidaying with a school friend!
I'm glad there were no mobile phones then! My strict mother just accepted the story. Why would it not be true?!

I sat my nursing finals and was waiting for results on nights. I remember the brilliant music - Peter Sarstedt, Mary Hopkins, Lulu, Sandie Shaw and many many more.

21, married had my son in July. It was quite a hot summer in North Yorkshire. I remember feeding him and watching the moon landing

Married a year and in the summer we bought our first house, no money, no furniture so had to beg, borrow and haunt junk shops and auctions. Yes, a happy time, but one of many.

Was a stewardess with BEA but they called us air hostesses in those days. Flew the middle eastern routes and spent night stopover in places like Istanbul,Cairo,Beirut,Tel Aviv and Athens.
Met my lovely DH and got married same year.
Still flying ......just not on aeroplanes !

Gillybob you are too young. It was the year I met my now husband, he was going out with my sister ! 47 years married this summer, feels a lot longer ago than yesterday

I was 24 with 2 children (7 and 5), no money and very happy. Certainly a lovely time.

I was 7 . Seems like yesterday.

I had a four year old then. We, me,DH and DD went to Boscombe with my Mum and Dad. We had a beach hut and we watched the spectacular Bournemouth carnival. Great days

Katek I had forgotten it was '69 that my first boyfriend who was 18 at the time went to see Dylan on I.O.W. I was mega jealous at the thought of what he was up too

Still at school, year before GCSE s.
Very very short dresses, very good legs ! Ah , memories.

Wow! Sounds like it really was a pretty good summer for lots of us!!

Was teaching in Kenys. Went camping with then BF in the Maasai Mara game reserve, beside the Mara river. We must have been nuts! We didn't see another human being for four days but the baboons tried to steal our toilet rolls and I'm sure there were lions'paw marks not far away. On the way back my Beetle got stuck in a gigantic pothole and a truckload of workers helped to haul it out!

I don't remember it