I Remember When . . . LD5's, GSP's and mushrooms reigned supreme - Part 7 of the ongoing story

“HUBBLE BUBBLE, TOIL and TROUBLE” [Manfred Mann]

This is Part 7 of an ongoing series of articles on: “I Remember … when it was great to be . . .”

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"Lights, Camera, Action" (Of Movies, Music and My God - the Dust!)

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"I Remember … when it was great to be . . .



Rob, the serious "Film Unit Manager" at Crawford Film Productions 1974
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"Hooray For the Yippies!"[Phillip Adams]

This is Part 6 of an ongoing series of articles on:
“I remember …when it was great to be . . .”

[If you haven’t read the previous article that leads into this one, you should! Just click on this link-Take Me To Part 5 ]



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“For The Times They Are A Changing” [Bob Dylan]



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“I remember …when it was great to be”.
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Sex, Drugs and Rock and Roll - It certainly works!



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They say if you can remember the 60's, you probably were not! I certainly was, and, I remember!

This is Part 3 of an ongoing series of articles on, "I Remember ....when it was great to be".

If you haven't read Parts 1 and 2, can go to part 2 through this link and it will take you to part 1 if necessary!
http://www.tooraktimes.com.au/conten...at-to-be-a-kid!

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I didn’t enter the 1960’s with a bang, or with a whimper. It just happened! 1959 turned into 1960 and I gave no particular thought to it. I was 14 years of age, I was pretty innocent in regard to the world, my life had been reasonable sheltered, definitely safe and I was certainly happy. Yet, come the 1960’s it was in many ways the defining period of both a Generation, and myself. They say that during your life you may recall either the exact moment a particular event happened or exactly where you were and what was going on around you and, ma...

Recently I have begun a voyage of discovery joining an on-line genes organisation, and having my DNA tested, as part of tracking my ancestry. There was never a time when I was young that I actually took an active interest in who my ancestors were. This article was written after Part 2, it chronologically comes before my original article posted earlier this year. So, as that story follows this, I'll link to it later. the time I did get genuinely interested, my parents had passed on and I was left with scraps of information. Now I am having some success and have tracked ancestors back to the 1700’s, and there may be a time when I share that part of my story. What it has done, is to get me recalling my own story, particularly my early years, and in doing so I realise just how much has changed over the past 60 years. Real memories or memories implanted stories from my parents? I have never been certain about my earliest memories. I was born in 1946 in post...

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I look around me and in particular I look at kids and I see young people desperately trying to be sophisticated at a young age, or worse, I see kids whose parents try to make them sophisticated at a young age. With the progress that technology has both provided and forced upon us, it seems to me that kids just don't get to be kids anymore.

[Now if you haven't read part 1, maybe you should - Take me to Part 1] Being a kid in the 1950’s was probably amongst the best time to have indeed, been a kid. Life in Australia was pretty good. The war was over, foods and household goods were in abundance. The country was riding high on the back of wheat and wool and unemployment was almost unheard of, so family life was settled and in the main quite stress free. It was then that my family made a move that would be the last move before I left home on my own accord some 10 years later. We moved to a new suburb of Jordanville. Jordanvill...

I clearly remember being formally introduced to religion. It wasn’t so much that it was inculcated into my being by some form of coercion, or even subversion by my parents, but rather by a gentle introduction and allowing me to form my own position. Given this was the mid 1950’s, on reflection I think this was a very advanced approach by my parents, and, certainly out of step from the mainstream beliefs regarding children and their forced embracing, of the church. Both of my parents were members of the Church of England and I had been baptised and christened but that was about the beginning and the end of it. I never remembered my parents going to church but at the age of about 9 I was sent to Sunday School. Unfortunately there was no Church of England Sunday school near where I lived but there was a Baptist Sunday School – so what the heck! One Sunday School is as good as another, I guess. So I attended, not really understanding the purpose of the whole activity, e...

I REMEMBER – GREVILLE STREET



I moved into Greville Street circa 1970, as it was just becoming one of two central gathering places for the growing 'hippy' scene in Melbourne. Contrary to popular belief, that 'scene' wasn't a big one, in fact to be labelled a hippy was done with considerable venom by the community at large, but we wore the label without actually giving it much thought, because we were living and discovering a lifestyle and philosophy, one that wasn’t concerned about the labels others may use. The Greville Street scene was growing quite organically, not planned, and hell we didn't want, let alone have the desire, to create a 'scene'. It just evolved because the shops and flats were in poor repair, the street, certainly from the train line up to Chapel Street, was largely abandoned. And we needed somewhere ‘invisible’ and cheap to live.



It wasn’t the gentrified, active, the clean street we see today as we move down it,...