The Sixties! What are your memories?

I had the white boots, probably a cheap version, because the PVC or whatever they were made of kept peeling off.
I also managed to buy a full length red plastic coat, loved it, but eventually swapped it with a friend for her blue midi one, because it trailed on the floor.

I feel very fortunate to have been at just the right age to enjoy the sixties. Everything seemed new, with endless possibilities. There was a freedom to be different - though, of course, we all conformed to the new fashions, listened to the new music etc.

There were huge leaps in science - the pill - technology, space flight.

I missed most of it as I was living abroad. We had the music but not the fashions, as you dress for the weather in hot countries. As soon as we returned to England, I bought a mini-skirt and a pair of those white kinky boots. I wonder why they haven't come back into fashion?

I worked in a little cafe opposite a theatre the Beatles were appearing. They sent across for steak chips and peas. I made their teas and coffee and asked if I could have their autographs which I still have attached to the menu they chose from. Later I had tickets for their show and was unhappy that everyone screamed all the way through the show. I wanted to hear their music !

MissAdventure
I sympathise, I would never, ever have been allowed to go to a Beatles concert.
I had to really beg my dad to let me watch the televised concert at Shea Stadium (not sure on spelling)
Looking back, I don’t know how I came to know every new song word for word, because I never had one of their records

Listening to pirate Radio like London or Caroline .
Started work , saw lots pop groups on tours where you had say 6 bands in the show .
Discos started to happen , the early days of Northern Soul .
I saw Hair in London my first musical.
Mick

I was born in Liverpool but never thought much of the Beatles until I was older. I was more into the American artists like Rob Orbison, Del Shannon and Gene Pitney. I used to look forward to the tours.

I look back on the 1960s with great affection.

At the beginning of the decade I was still living at home with my parents and starting my first "proper" job.

By the end I was a qualified professional living independently and determined never to burden myself with children.

I was at school I was from a large family my dad’s workplace was constantly on strike my mum had two part time jobs life was miserable.
We lived in Liverpool and the Beatles were all the rage so it was trendy to be there apparently. My friend lived in a house that George Harrison had previously lived in. At the time it meant nothing to me as a teenager I just remember the hard times.

Kate1949 Lovely to hear from you. I might have known the Beatles and the 1960s would draw you back in!

I saw the Beatles twice, first at Hammersmith Odeon (my nearest venue) about 1964 and then in a TV studio for 'Around the Beatles' where we all stood on scaffolding around the stage and saw them much closer. They stood on the scaffolding with us between performances. PJ Proby and others were performing, but I could hardly take my eyes off the Fab Four. John actually looked at me which was the highlight of my year because it meant he fancied me and we would have to marry! 🥰

welbeck. No groupie tendencies. I was a very innocent creature. I just loved them. Especially George. I'm glad I was about then.

Kate1949, you do sound like an understudy for a groupie . . .
perhaps. ! ?
we are cert seeing another side to you on here; i almost feel sorry for 'the boys' being so relentlessly pursued. almost.

I remember being piled into cars and vans with our cousins with no seatbelts on.

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.

Four of us were let into Birmingham Town Hall by a Beatles roadie as we didn't have tickets. We followed Roy Orbison's voice until we reached the seats at the back of the stage and saw Roy and then The Beatles. On the way up the stairs we opened a door which was a broom cupboard. We were hoping to hide in there with the hope of somehow getting to meet the lads. Unfortunately there were already girls in there! This was after the George chat and chasing Paul in a coach around the Town Hall.

All of this passed me by, because I had to be in bed by 7.

Even if I had been older, mum wouldnt have allowed any swinging - 60s or not!

This pic is of a young David Bowie at the Isle of Wight ferry. I found it on a photo history site.

I lived in Ventnor during the sixties and Davy Jones and the Lower Third (as they were known then) were gigging at the Winter Gardens supporting The Pretty Things, Cliff Bennett and Johnny Kidd and the Pirates.

I was wildly excited when I got tickets to see the Beatles at Portsmouth Guildhall but Paul McCartney got ‘flu so it was cancelled and I couldn’t make the rescheduled date. 😭😭

Not forgetting the Marquee :-)

Oh the flamingo and Lyceum, then the empire Leicester square and a great place in Shaftesbury avenue we went to on a Friday night. Wish I could remember its name….. anyone?

Yes indeed, those were the days, my friend, , how right Mary Hopkin was.

I can remember sitting in the back of my dads car singing that song.
I would have been pretty young, I think.

‘Those were the days, my friend, we thought they’d never end.’

Wonderful music, wonderful fashions - life was good.

I really love these threads so much.

There was one about weddings a few years ago, and people posted their photos. 🙂

My early sixties were spent working in Central London, spending evenings in the jazz clubs and when we could afford it, seeing the big American jazz musicians in concert. Loved MJQ, the Take Five group, can’t remember the name. We often went to Ronnie Scotts, in those days a sweaty basement or more up market to the Flamingo in Wardour Street, jiving in the lunch hour at the Lyceum. The list goes on!

I was working in Oxford St. and my friend and I would walk up to the HMV store at lunch time and sit in a booth listening to all the latest 45s that we couldn’t afford to buy.

How exciting to have lived on Eel Pie Island Shinamae.