Went to Liverpool in 1963 to visit my mother's family. We flew out of Idlewild in NYC. There was a lot of buzz about a new group called "The Beatles". Some of my cousins knew Paul from the neighborhood.
I remember. You guys were my friends. You didn't care I was covered in bruises. You didn't care I came from posh houses. Your mams loved me, hug me and gave me jam . They knew. I miss them like mad. I am still alone, with just warm memories. Thank you.
@liverbird4444 Days of my childhood, summers of my youth - Making steering carts that were deathtraps and building dens on bombsites. Saturday childrens matinee then pretending my bike was a golden horse called Trigger as I rode the Rio Mersey! They made us go to school in an attempt to disrupt our enjoyment!!! A special time, in a special place and very special people!
You had to be there then to understand.We didn't have much but made the most of what we did have using our imagination. "We were the minors of the ABC".Jam butties and liquorice water,kick the can and skipping ropes across the street where every kid joined in singing the Alley alley o.
I grew up in the Great Homer Street area back in the 1950s, and recall walking up the steep cobbles of St Georges Hill at 1.15 to Nether field Road on - route to Goodison Park to watch Everton. That society was much happier and safer, and families got by on frugal wages. Even the image of the quiet authority of the Police on the beat at 0.5, seems to personify a society at ease with its self. To think back then, the country could afford the many hospitals that served the city in all areas of treatment. Only the advances in medical treatment are an improvement on those wonderful times in the 1950s and 60s.
That’s what made us tough!...playing in the muck built up a strong immune system...the only trace of muck todays kids come across is a dirty iPad or phone...back entries and bombdies was our brilliant playgrounds....belly floppin the back entry walls....and playin’ Ollies on the ‘oller ’great stuff!...
Hi Frank, Yes, i remember all these things as well as being wary of touching tree trunks as your hands would be black. Sadly, my wife Louise (Louizalass) died six weeks ago in Broadford Hospital on Skye. We were married fifty years ago and celebrated our golden wedding in hospital. i don't know why I'm telling you this. I suppose it's all part of the grieving process.@@frankhornby6873 All the best. Harry
What's so incredible about Liverpool is that as we get older the younger generation of Liverpool bring so much creativity in place of us as we retire, or indeed as we move to pastures new. Sadly there will always be the element of crime and dishonesty that all cities have, but the moral code and will to win with the younger generation across the whole of Merseyside is insatiable. They bring so much vitality into the city that they are rebuilding it with sheer enthusiasm. Whether they be working in department stores or performing on stage, they're super talented; just brilliant and in the moment. Scouse and proud.
@@frankhornby6873 Take the blinkers off -Gobshite.Open your eyes for the first time in your life.Failing that, please promise me you'll do some travelling in your chicken-shit life before you get too old.Follow the thousands and thousands of scousers,who saw the writing on the wall many moons ago,and bailed out many moons ago.Unlike you Mr Noballs.
Scousers get such a bad name calling and it's strange as to why. I aint from Liverpool, but I can tell you alot of people call people from Liverpool thieves and sticky fingers people. I guess it comes from the poverty that the city has suffered over the years - and still does, except the poor people are often demonised more in the media, which has reflected how they interact with more well-off people. You don't need to have come from Liverpool to see how things have changed, and I will say for the worse. Back then we had kids that could play outdoors and use their imagination, none of this fear-mongering 'don't let your kids out' nonsense. The police were kind and approachable, not like the police state, thugs in uniform "can I see your papers, I want your name and address" attitude they have now. No CCTV watching over everyone and taking our freedoms away with ridiculous laws. People who were kinder to each other, no kids coming out with the F Word and being rude. Yes, things where hard financially and no central heating and all the luxuries we have today, but did we have more freedom back then? of course we did. I'd rather have that than money any day.
I read a 'Picture Post' book recently, which reproduced all the Photographs and reports that the Magazine did, from 1939---to 1955, when the original magazine closed. They were very frank about the bias they had shown against Liverpool back then. ''The docker's were idle, the people were untrustworthy'' etc etc. So this myth goes way back.
I'm a scouser born and bred who got out in the early 80s the place is much better now but the chippy, thievery element common to all deprived cities seemed a focal point of shite tv shows about the area for decades. Ironically the defining stereotypes developed by these shows were penned by Liverpool people - Bleasdale (giz a job - black stuff) and Redmond (Brookside - Jimmy Corkhill et al) among many who should have known better but the filthy lucre has no conscience and the populist "scouse scally" was born.. Couldn't go back because at heart, despite it's improvements, it's still a very insular, parochial and needy place.
Lived all my 63 years i Liverpool, it's no worse than any other city in the world, however Politicians , and the Media love to use it as an their perfect example of how things are bad in inner cities, and of course London is the Golden Child , only good happens there , if not it is perpetrated by non Londoners mostly Northerners.
Hang on! There has been PLENTY OF IRISH IMMIGRANTS in Liverpool - so grow yourself up and stop talking crap. Always been a ;large Chinese and black community. What you meant was it was all white! Which it Wasn't. Fool
Liverpool had heaps of immigrants back then you goose..Asians, West Indians....one of the reasons why the Beatles put their foot down when they went to America and said 'NO' to segregated audiences'. England with no immigrants or in my case Australia with no immigrants and we would still be eating shit food.
I remember. You guys were my friends. You didn't care I was covered in bruises. You didn't care I came from posh houses. Your mams loved me, hug me and gave me jam . They knew. I miss them like mad. I am still alone, with just warm memories. Thank you.
