tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3556657999892839298.post8937726675061499645..comments2024-03-19T08:35:01.699+00:00Comments on Love my life: 1966 Another good yearMeanqueenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02705837426373680532noreply@blogger.comBlogger14125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3556657999892839298.post-68856289296631272502016-01-07T00:41:07.835+00:002016-01-07T00:41:07.835+00:00Hi.Your young self and life is such a fun read.It ...Hi.Your young self and life is such a fun read.It sounds like you were great kid!No surprise there...Thank you for sharing,bye for now,D.Destemonanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3556657999892839298.post-8386381151721094302016-01-06T08:11:59.640+00:002016-01-06T08:11:59.640+00:00I was 7 in 1966 and the only memory I have is goin...I was 7 in 1966 and the only memory I have is going to Bournemouth for a holiday on the coach with my sister and parents. The World Cup final was on the radio and I was sick into a bag the whole way there. It rained for two solid weeks in Bournemouth and I've never been back since lolWendy @ The contented Cavernhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12997397522566070661noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3556657999892839298.post-78858145029943511382016-01-06T06:35:04.951+00:002016-01-06T06:35:04.951+00:00Ilona, you clearly have a very hardworking nature....Ilona, you clearly have a very hardworking nature. I think you should write a book or maybe an autobigrapghy. It would be every bit as interesting as anyone 'famous'.Cheriehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01049568808770731003noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3556657999892839298.post-38635168194167586762016-01-05T23:49:09.615+00:002016-01-05T23:49:09.615+00:00Ah 1966, a memorable year. My then home town of S...Ah 1966, a memorable year. My then home town of Sunderland hosted some of the world cup games and the town was given a Continental theme. How sophisticated we felt sitting on the pavement cafes (so new to us in those days) under brightly coloured parasols, in our tiny skirts and high heels, sipping our port and lemon and eyeing the young men from beneath our false eyelashes.Valnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3556657999892839298.post-70276869879503924802016-01-05T22:10:03.855+00:002016-01-05T22:10:03.855+00:00I started to keep a diary as a teenager in the 70&...I started to keep a diary as a teenager in the 70's but had a massive row with my mum when I caught her reading it so didn't carry on after that! Mrs LHhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17070413740231580278noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3556657999892839298.post-57046470765098504872016-01-05T21:15:57.451+00:002016-01-05T21:15:57.451+00:00Thank you for sharing another year from your past!...Thank you for sharing another year from your past! I loved reading all about it. Looking forwards to reading more!Blesshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16369267622517848850noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3556657999892839298.post-63140031208019006652016-01-05T20:48:39.941+00:002016-01-05T20:48:39.941+00:00After going to Romford swimming baths during the 1...After going to Romford swimming baths during the 1960s with my older brothers we walked into town to buy a penny worth of broken biscuits from Woolworths.Philiphttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13415361156288825232noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3556657999892839298.post-71675323853234022152016-01-05T20:23:36.625+00:002016-01-05T20:23:36.625+00:00That was the beauty of those days, you could leave...That was the beauty of those days, you could leave one job on a Friday and be employed again the following Monday/Tuesday. That happened to my brother. No shortage of jobs.<br /><br />Joan (Wales)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3556657999892839298.post-49923098953192116982016-01-05T20:08:21.456+00:002016-01-05T20:08:21.456+00:001966 - the year I was born, so it's interestin...1966 - the year I was born, so it's interesting to read about what your life was like then. My sister and I used to cycle for miles when we were kids; no lycra or helmets back then, just jeans and plimsolls. We used to take a bottle of juice with us and cycle for up to 10 miles to visit relatives, eat lunch (we called it dinner in Scotland) and cycle back home again. <br /><br />Woolworths was brilliant; the only shop in our town where you could browse. You could buy sweeties, records, gifts, clothes anything really. <br /><br />Talking of freebies, I used to have a Saturday job in a supermarket. Back then, shops were closed on a Sunday. We were allowed to take any milk, bread etc home with us free as it wouldn't have been fit for sale on the Monday. SusanMhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09622557936441532144noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3556657999892839298.post-57278335297389394622016-01-05T19:55:23.319+00:002016-01-05T19:55:23.319+00:00I love your expression "chucked him that nigh...I love your expression "chucked him that night"! It really made me smile as I checked in with you after a few days. I wonder why he was chucked? I love that you were so fickle you didn't bother write it down in your diary-go Ilona! Ps walking is going well! XxxxSimplesistahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13790483626848450152noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3556657999892839298.post-19174128984465956732016-01-05T19:37:09.633+00:002016-01-05T19:37:09.633+00:00Oh Ilona I did enjoy reading yesterday and today t...Oh Ilona I did enjoy reading yesterday and today this blog post from your diary. Such fun to read all the comments and memories from many of your followers.<br /><br />I attended college to learn shorthand and typing. I wore that school scarf with such pride! In 1961 I got my first job in the office of a solicitor (attorney in USA) and worked there until I left in January 1963 and followed my fiancee to his home in USA to see if I liked it! Hated it in the beginning but stayed and married him. All our children went away to university at age 18 and looking back I can't think how my parents allowed me to go off to another country like that only knowing one other person.<br /><br />Looking back it seems to me that was quite a different time. My first pay packet (cash in a brown envelope) was the sum of 5 GBP and like many here gave half of it to my mum. Do young people still contribute toward their keep? No one I know does in this part of the world.<br /><br />If you are willing I'd like to hear a few more of your entries in the diary!<br /><br />Happy New Year.SandyExpathttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05316783738190871773noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3556657999892839298.post-91536498635408610232016-01-05T19:18:59.478+00:002016-01-05T19:18:59.478+00:00Aww 1966 - the year England won the world cup. I v...Aww 1966 - the year England won the world cup. I visited Bremen in Germany on an exchange visit with a German Life Saving Club the DLRG. Loved it so much and it was the first time I had ever ridden a fixed wheel bicycle and promptly fell off. I didn't know such bikes existed. They re quite the rage now.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3556657999892839298.post-63106898283623149772016-01-05T19:16:07.555+00:002016-01-05T19:16:07.555+00:00thank you so much for sharing your life as a young...thank you so much for sharing your life as a young girl, many of your experiences are much like mine and I live in Canada lol,, it amazes me how very much you were the same person you are now,, you were born to be careful with money and organized,, handy and crafty,, please give us more of your entries,,Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3556657999892839298.post-41140976254827543312016-01-05T19:10:04.769+00:002016-01-05T19:10:04.769+00:00Back in the 60's and 70's my mum had dear ...Back in the 60's and 70's my mum had dear friends in Burton and the husband worked at Robirch. He was the first vegetarian I'd ever met or had even heard of. He'd worked there for years and it put him off meat for life. I'm a bit younger than you but as a child in the 70's I loved staying with them in Burton - I loved the town centre (I remember Woolworth's VERY well) and the fact that it was so easy to go everywhere by bike - it seemed very clean and posh after Stoke-on-Trent :-)Wandahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14674861197059323883noreply@blogger.com