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March 18, 2014 at 12:40 pm
Robert A. Heinlein quote
March 18, 2014 at 1:25 pm
Why didn’t she cut one of the bananas on to her Kellogg’s Corn Flakes ?
Looks like she is rushing to catch the train from Ashtead to Waterloo. The fork is unused so I hope that she doesn’t miss her eggs, bacon and fried bread before she leaves for the train station
March 18, 2014 at 1:32 pm
My Dear Hedley,
I don’t know why she is omitting one of the best of all cereal accompaniments.
I think she is just having coffee and cereal for breakfast-it’s quick and easy for a clock watcher or a watch watcher.
March 18, 2014 at 1:43 pm
then why does she have a fork on the table ? my guess is that the knife is behind her cereal bowl. The watch ? guaranteed to be a Timex.
March 18, 2014 at 1:48 pm
MDH,
I’m guessing she properly set the table with the required utensils whether she needed them or not, a matter of habit.
The watch band looks too ornate for a Timex.
March 18, 2014 at 1:58 pm
So lets say this is the 1960s – 1 in every 3 watches sold were Timex and expanding bracelets were very much part of men and women’s choices. She is looking at her Timex and worrying about her train up to London
She also has a plate for toast, to go with her eggs, bacon and fried bread. Where is the toast rack ? Where is the milk jug ? Where is the Robinson’s marmalade ?
March 18, 2014 at 2:16 pm
MDH,
Where are the eggs? Where is the floppy bacon? I see a saucer and too little of another plate to guess. I too wonder about the milk jug. Back in the fridge?
She looks worried at the time.
March 18, 2014 at 2:41 pm
She needs to turn the radio off before she leaves, she has been listening to either the Home Service or the Light Programme. I expect that her Daily Telegraph has been pushed through her letterbox and she can read it on the train.
Of course around March 1964, she was about to get the entertainment shock of her life………no she wasn’t starting work at the Windmill.
March 18, 2014 at 2:45 pm
MDH,
Just taunt me with that last paragraph!
Papers and trains are a natural together! You catch up on the news and hide behind the paper rather than having to pretend you’re not staring at your fellow passengers.
March 18, 2014 at 2:58 pm
Out in to the North Sea sailed Radio Caroline and on March 28th 1964 they blasted “Not Fade Away” by the Stones and they were off and running. Daytime rock for kids and housewives, the audience ballooned by word of mouth and no competition existed, least of all from the BBC. Suddenly everybody knew Tony Blackburn and Simon Dee and the Emperor Rosko.
Big L – Radio London didn’t get going until the end of 64, and was to be my favorite. They were heady times, the pirates had arrived. Kids ran around with their own transmitters, claiming that the cops were chasing them – even if none of it was true, the sense of anarchy that went with pirate radio and the music was almost overwhelming.
March 18, 2014 at 3:06 pm
MDH,
Thank you for explaining.
I saw the movie Pirate Radio so I knew what the term meant. I also went to Wikipedia and was amazed at how many countries had pirate radio stations. It was an interesting entry.
March 18, 2014 at 4:01 pm
So we never left the house without a full breakfast – cereal, eggs, bacon, fried bread, some random fried item, maybe mushrooms and a tomato, and then toast. Anything less and our Mum would not have been a good Mum
The general healthiness of our mornings was enhanced as my Father enjoyed his third or fourth cigarette at the table.
Right, lets get up to the bus stop and get on the 470 green double decker Routemaster bus to Dorking. Up Ashcombe Road we would go. Me and Dan and David and Rog. To this day, Dan and I settle in on a Sunday afternoon and Skype about the failings (of which there are many) of our football team or use whatsapp for the ongoing trivia of our existences.
March 18, 2014 at 6:23 pm
MDH,
We had oatmeal in winter, soft-boiled eggs periodically, cereal with milk in warmer months, toast and tea or cocoa. My mother enhanced the oatmeal with sugar and milk. My dad was usually already gone for work or he would have added the cigarettes.
We were a town without too many busses. One went to Medford and from there we could get to Boston, and the other went to Arlington and from there we could get to Cambridge. I took the latter to high school every day, to Arlington Catholic.
March 18, 2014 at 7:32 pm
And are you still in touch with anyone from Arlington Catholic ? Did you wear a timex ?
March 18, 2014 at 7:34 pm
MDH,
I never graduated from there because I moved to the cape, but I do have two friends with whom I still am in contact. We came from the same town and rode the bus together.
I did wear a Timex!
March 19, 2014 at 3:56 am
“A sip timed saved rhyme.”
Cheers
March 19, 2014 at 10:31 am
Minicapt,
Wow, this is impressive!