Category Archives: Growing up in the 1950s

Looking Back to the year 1962 – Sex , Space and a Symbol

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I unexpectedly came across Marilyn once in Haugesund  in Norway and I discovered that the reason she should surprisingly turn up here is that her father, Martin Mortenson, came from the village of Skjold, just fifteen miles away and lived in Haugesund before emigrating to America in about 1880.  After abandoning his family after only six months of marriage, he was killed in a motorcycle crash without ever seeing his daughter – Norma Jean Mortenson.

Marilyn was a iconic sex symbol and this another that I came across in Tossa del Mar on the Costa Brava in Spain.  Ava Gardner who had three husbands (including Frank Sinatra) and by some speculation over one thousand lovers…

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And this is Catherine the Great of Russia who I came across in Saint Petersburg, another woman with a reputation…

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Unlikely Bible Stories – Loaves and Fishes

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I have mentioned here before that at school I always enjoyed bible stories and to illustrate this I have come across an old drawing that dad kept for many years in his scrapbook.  This was my early attempt to create a pictorial record of the feeding of the five thousand and it always amused him because he always wondered where the other four thousand, nine hundred and ninety-nine people were?

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Read the full story Here…

 

Looking Back to the year 1960…

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So, I have got over the shock of the assault of the web crawler and everything seems to have settled back down for now even though my statistics for 2026 are completely ruined and it is only early March.

What shall I do?  I am going to turn back the clock.  When I started my blog it wasn’t about travel or holidays it was about growing up and I tried to look back on the first early years of my life through the news of the day.

I began in 1954 (the year that I was born) and I have already re-posted those so I am jumping forward now to 1960 where I have picked out significant events from that year.

Before you go, if you go this is Grimsby Docks at Legoland theme park near Windsor (where the King has his castle).

So, excuse me while I digress,

I live in Grimsby which is not a top tourist destination.  Not many people have been Or have they?  Let me take you two hundred miles or so south to the County of Berkshire and to Legoland Windsor.  Legoland is a theme park and one of the attractions is a zone called ‘Miniland’ which is basically a model of London built out of Lego bricks and here there is Buckingham Palace, The Palace of Westminster, St Paul’s Cathedral and a whole host of other famous landmarks.

There isn’t much room for anywhere else but right there alongside the buildings of the capital is a model representing docks – not Portsmouth or Dover or Southampton but Grimsby.  Grimsby! To me that is completely astounding and I can find no explanation as to why the designers of ‘Miniland’ should select the remote town of Grimsby to be represented in this way, maybe they got lost on their way over from Sweden?

If, like me, you find this hard to believe then here it is…

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Becky’s Challenge – Squares and Shadows

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A Final Story for Halloween

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On the night of the 8th of February 1855 heavy snow fell on the countryside of south west England and small villages in the remote county of Devon. The last is thought to have fallen around midnight, and between this time and around six o’clock the following morning, something (or some things) left a trail of tracks in the snow, stretching for a hundred miles or more, from the River Exe, to Totnes on the River Dart.

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An A to Z of Portugal – P is for Póvoa de Varzim

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Póvoa de Varzim turned out to be a much larger place than I had imagined, it is the seventh-largest urban centre in Portugal and was once home to the country’s largest fishing port.  It is still important to the fishing industry but now predominantly for processing and canning.  The story of Póvoa de Varzim is rather like that of Grimsby in England, the town where I live.

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My Dad – Ivan Petcher

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March 27th is a very special day to me because in 1932 that was the day that my dad, Ivan Petcher was born.  He was the sort of man that you hope to be like when you are young and then wish you had been like him when you are old.

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The Taste of India (or maybe not) – The Vesta Ready Curry Meal

Mine is not really a food blog but now and again I like to revisit the past.  In previous posts I took you to the

Berni Inn for prawn cocktail, steak and chips and Black Forest Gateau

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and then to Little Chef for an All Day Breakfast

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This time we are going back to the early 1970s for Vesta Beef Curry…

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At that time I had never eaten a curry or a naan bread, rice was strictly only for puddings, olive oil was for treating earache, spaghetti came in tins and I didn’t try proper pasta until 1976 when I went overseas for the first time  to Italy.  I went with my dad and he was in such culinary shock that he didn’t eat for the first three days and only gave in when he was on the verge of starvation.

But now we were in the space age, astronauts were going to the moon and eating food from a tube and suddenly we were going through a food revolution when the emphasis was on convenience, no more baking or hours of preparation we just opened a box and boiled up a saucepan.  We were never going to have to peel potatoes again because we had Smash Instant Potato, just add water…

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We would never need to juice an orange again because we had Kellogg’s Rise & Shine dried instant orange.  Just add water…

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And we had Vesta Ready Meals, six of them to choose from, Chow Mein (China), Beef Curry (India), Chicken Supreme (France), Paella (Spain), Chicken Curry (India again) and Beef Risotto (Italy), one for everyday of the week except Sunday I guess when you could still do a traditional roast if you really wanted to.

You can still buy Vesta meals but only Chow Mein and Beef Curry, the rest have been discontinued, they are not available in supermarkets but can still be purchased on line.  I got mine from Amazon, quite expensive, Kim thought that I must be going crazy mad.

So, we were suddenly all going continental, and because we didn’t have passports and had never been there how were we to know that in India, China and Europe they shopped at the local market and prepared meals with fresh ingredients and food didn’t just come in a box?

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Earlier this year I visited India and found the food to be quite wonderful.  On the box Vesta claims a link with the city of Agra and the Taj Mahal which we went to visit.

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After the tour  it was lunch-time and we dined in a splendid restaurant and enjoyed a thali, which is a sort of taster plate with ten or so varieties of food to sample and the really good thing that there were seconds available of those we liked the best.  My favourite was the lamb curry as it almost always was everywhere in India that we dined..

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Anyway, back now to Vesta ready meal 2024.  This is it, two packets, one containing a handful of rice, just regular plain rice not even pilau and another with a rather curious amber coloured powder with some lumpy bits which I assumed were the chopped and shaped beef.  Nothing on the box to say suitable for vegetarians or vegans incidentally so I rather reluctantly have to accept that there was some meat hidden away somewhere in the dust.

The bread wasn’t included, that came from ALDI from a range called Taste of India.

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Vesta meals are made by Premier Foods who still have a range of dehydrated powders including Angel Delight, Marvel Milk, Cup-a-Soup and the aforementioned Smash Instant Potato.

So I followed the instructions on the box and twenty minutes later I was at the table and except for the snow outside I could easily imagine myself back in India…

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Well, actually no I could not because  it tasted bloody awful, possibly the worst thing ever that I have tried to eat and I say tried because two spoon fulls was more than enough. It looked bad and it tasted bad. The glass of wine helped a bit but not a lot and the bread was good but I won’t be trying the Chicken Chow Mein anytime soon…

Not even anywhere near as good as the railway curry meal that I had on Indian Railways earlier this year.  Actually nowhere near as good.  That didn’t look very special I have to say but whilst a lot of my fellow travellers rejected it I did eat it and it tasted a whole lot better than it looked.

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Preserved and even dehydrated food isn’t new of course, only a month or so ago I had sun dried fish in Portugal.  The wine helped…

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And this type of food it is still available and next time I am going to try this from ALDI which is a lot cheaper than blast from the past Vesta Ready Meals from Amazon…

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Next culinary post I am going to attempt to recreate an Indian Railway dinner so watch out for that…

Caravan Holiday Memories in Wales

A Caravan Holiday

After exploring the park I walked to the seafront and came across a beach front shop which I hoped I had correctly identified as the same one where I spent all of my pocket-money in 1966.

I clearly remember beach shops before they were replaced by amusement arcades, they were stacked floor to ceiling with loads of cheap souvenirs and beach games, cricket sets, canvas wind breaks, kites, lilos, buckets and spades, rubber balls and saucy seaside postcards that I didn’t understand but my dad found amusing.

The floor was covered in sand which we brought in on our feet and the place  had a curious smell of seaweed, salt-water damp and old stock.

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The Pain of Wimbledon Fortnight

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“I’m getting into cricket. I love the way you stop for lunch and afternoon tea. I’ve had strawberries already and some Pimms.” – Judy Murray

I have always liked to watch sport and when I was young I especially liked the BBC cricket Test Match coverage. It was cricket heaven with literally hours and hours of England v Australia, England v West Indies, England v India and so on and so on.

If I wasn’t playing outside I’d be ready for the Test Match from the very first delivery of the day, take lunch and tea at the same time as the players and watch it right through to the end.  In the days before teletext or the internet I even used to keep a scorecard up-to-date so that I could show my dad when he came home for lunch and when he had finished work for the day.

It was perfect for someone who liked cricket as much as I did, five long glorious test matches from about June through to August.  Perfect that was until about this time of the year when Wimbledon fortnight came along and interfered with the schedules.  This was in the days of only two (later three) TV channels so it was difficult accommodating conflicting sports coverage and there I was sitting in front of the (black and white) television when I’d hear the dreaded words: “Well, that’s all from Lords for the moment as we return you to Wimbledon for coverage of the tennis”

I hated Wimbledon, I never liked tennis and they used to take the test match coverage off to broadcast it.  It was boring, especially the women’s matches!  What made it worse was that this was in the days before tennis became a glamour sport.

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I see no fun in watching tennis, men and women knocking the ball backwards and forwards over a net for almost three hours in long boring base line rallies. a form of repetitive torture.

I realise now that this was selfish but I used to pray for rain at Wimbledon and hope the sun was still shining at Headingley, Trent Bridge or Edgbaston so that the BBC would be forced to return to the cricket and I used to wish so hard that a game would be over in only two sets so that the ordeal would be over and we could get back to a real sport.

Rain doesn’t really help anymore of course because they have put a bloody roof over the court and just carry on.

The reason that it was so bad was that the Wimbledon fortnight would disrupt the coverage of two test matches.  The last two days of the second test match and the first three of the third (test matches started on a Thursday and finished on Tuesday and there was no play on a Sunday) were completely ruined in terms of continuity by this to and froing, backwards and forwards to SW19.

Things have changed a great deal since then of course and these days you can’t get test match coverage on the BBC (except on the radio) but you can still get Wimbledon.  According to the website:

  • Approximately 2,500 broadcasters work in the Broadcast Centre
  • Nine courts have live television coverage
  • The BBC uses nearly 100 cameras around the grounds
  • There are positions for 120 commentators on Centre Court alone

Sadly there is no way of getting away from it, the BBC spends so much of its sports coverage budget on it that to justify it it is on BBC1, BBC2, Radio Five Live, Radio Five Live Extra and then when it is all over for the day it is shown all over again in the days so called highlights.

So there is really no way of getting away from the dreadful blanket coverage of the Wimbledon fortnight.

I wish the BBC would spend their/our money on cricket again.

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