Just To Remind You (1963)

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Just to remined you (1963)

The great winter of 1963 was a whammy,remembering it as a kid there was snow piled up 3to4 meters high with snow drifts up to 5 meters.
It got cold clear and sunny around the middle to end of November,then in December there came an Arctic wind that lasted for 10 days or more,then 2weeks of Arctic blizzards,everything came to a standstill.
Here in Holland all you could see was the tops of houses/trees and church spires(in the country that is)
The reason i mention this is because it will be EXATCLY 50 YEARS since that winter,this winter and i predict that we are going to have another whammy winter.
So put on your thermal underwhere,get out the snow boards and get stocked up for the big freezzz.
You have been warned.
PS:Let me hear your views on weather patterns, if you have any thing to say,i hear that it is an English thing to talk about.
Greetings
Bill.
 

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We had that here in London at the end of last year/beginning of this year - gales, snow, very very cold. -15-degrees C or so, IIRC, not taking wind-chill into account.
 
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YES: Stonedoggy.

You are correct, 40 years it is HO-HUM!
What animal sign are you in the Chinese Horoscope?
Please tell me.
Greetings
Bill.
 

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Haven't a clue - but I have ridden a harley through the katwijk dunes if that's any help?

:)

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Re: Remember 1963

Also the year that JFK had a really bad day in Dallas
And the First episode of Doctor Who

And as Philip Larkin said:
Sexual intercourse began
In nineteen sixty-three
(Which was rather late for me)
Between the end of the Chatterley ban
And the Beatles' first LP.


And the Profumo Scandal
And the Great Train Robbery
And Pope Paul VI elected
And Valentina Tereshkova is the first woman in space
And Martin Luther King has a dream
And Kim Philby defects to the USSR
And Aldous Huxley (Brave New World) died

And I was 8
 

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>Is that a sexual euphemism?

choke splutter gasp inhale decaff urgh urgh!

NO!

LOL

Kath
 
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Re: Just to remined you (1963)

Bill said:
The reason i mention this is because it will be EXATCLY 50 YEARS since that winter,this winter and i predict that we are going to have another whammy winter.
Okay, then maybe we'll be having an 'Elfsteden Tocht' this year.

I'ts a one day, 200km, cross country, skating, ultra-marathon that passes through 11 towns in Northern Holland (Friesland).

Because of the warm winters, they're as rare as hen's teeth, these days. The last one took place in the winter of 1997.
 
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God, I hope your wrong about the weather, my central heating's broken down & I can't afford to fix it. Am encouraging my own warm micro climate around my house by grazing a herd of fresians on my lawn, a cloud of greenhouse gases is hovering above us so we will be sat out in t-shirts while the rest of you shiver.
 
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Re: YES: Stonedoggy.

Bill said:
You are correct, 40 years it is HO-HUM!
What animal sign are you in the Chinese Horoscope?
Please tell me.
Greetings
Bill.
Haven't a clue about Stonedoggy's sign, but since I was also going to point out it was only 40 years, will mine do instead? Rabbit in the grass.
 

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He said "In Winter 1963
It felt like the world would freeze,
With John F. Kennedy and the Beatles."
 

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Last year we had a grand match in scotland on the lake of menteith - that's quite rare.

having said that I'm no longer convinced it was last year of course.

And I think I'm a cow. At least that's what the picture looked like. Maybe a bullock? it wasn't clear on the diagnostic area but it's well developed whatever it is, and def bovine.

Kath
 
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"1963" - New Order

It was January, 1963
When Johnny came home with a gift for me
He said I bought it for you because I love you
And I bought it for you because it's your birthday, too
He was so very nice, he was so very kind
To think of me at this point in time
I used to think of him, he used think of me
He told me to close my eyes
My gift would be a great surprise
I saw tears were in his eyes
He never meant to hurt me
Oh, God, Johnny, don't point that gun at me
There's so many ways our lives have changed
But please, I beg, don't do this to me
Johnny, don't point that gun at me
Can I save my life at any price?
For God's sake won't you listen to me?

And though he was ashamed that he had took a life
Johnny came home with another wife
And he often remembered how it used to be
Before that special occasion, 1963
There was too many ways that you could kill someone
Like in a love affair, when the love is gone
He told me to close my eyes
My gift would be a great surprise
I saw hatred in his eyes
He never meant to hurt me
Oh, God, Johnny, don't point that gun at me
There's so many ways our lives have changed
But please, I beg, don't do this to me
Johnny, you keep on using me
Can I change my life for any price?
Oh, Johnny, won't you listen to me?

He told me to close my eyes
My gift would be a great surprise
I saw hatred in his eyes
But he never meant to hurt me
Oh, God, Johnny, don't point that gun at me
There's so many ways our lives have changed
But please, I beg, don't do this to me
Johnny, you keep on using me
Can I change my life for any price?
Oh, Johnny, won't you listen to me?

I just want you to be mine,
I don't want this world to shine
I don't want this bridge to burn
Oh, Johnny, do you miss me?
I just want to feel for you
I will always feel for you...

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Just popped into my head. Totally irrelevant.............sorry.

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I think it's about

1963 as a special year

AND

severe winters

AND

chinese horoscopes


I have yet to make the connections myself but have confidence that we'll find some!

Kath

PS moooooooo!
 

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my mother cried
when president kennedy died
they said it was the communists
but we knew better

would they drop the bomb on us
while we made love on the beach?
we were the class they couldn't teach
etc. etc.
 
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Oh! What a night
Late December 1963
What a very special time for me
What a lady, what a night!

The lady was called Susie, and we were the best of friends in nursery school.
 
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To Stonedoggy

HARLEY,S,KATWIJK!!!do you hang out with the Brothers (Angels) ? The Amsterdam chapter i know.
Tell me what year/time/month you are born and i will tell you your Chinese Horoscope.
1%
 

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In 1963 I was -14yrs old, and my dad was 3, just to make you feel older.

It better not be a really cold winter. We don't have central heating in our house, and we already have to don furry boots, and duffel coats, just to reach the kitchen without falling prey to hyperthermia.

I won't be happy if this winter is a cold one, and I'll be writing a stern letter to my local paper if it is. :mad:
 

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I was born at tea-time, in the Winter of 1966, which makes me a Vole and unable to remember the tea-time of 1963, let alone the winter.

"Voles are tall, sarcastic hirsute males with a pine-resin allergy." (from "My big book of made-up horoscopes", Stu's Living Room Press, pp1, first pub. just now)

Bloody hell, perhaps there is something in it after all!
40%, or 43% export, beep!
 
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Is it ever - so slightly ironic that Philip Larkin, who seemed to sum up England in 1963, died aged 63?

In general, I don't like poetry. But I love Philip Larkin's.

Sylvia Plath died in 1963, too. But I've never found her particularly interesting.

I never understood what the New Order song was supposed to be about. Or the Dream Academy reference to 1963. Though they were both nice tunes.

Larkin published The Whitsun Weddings, a collection of his poems, in 1964. The title poem describes what he sees from a train window.

The Whitsun Weddings

by Philip Larkin

That Whitsun, I was late getting away:
Not till about
One-twenty on the sunlit Saturday
Did my three-quarters-empty train pull out,
All windows down, all cushions hot, all sense
Of being in a hurry gone. We ran
Behind the backs of houses, crossed a street
Of blinding windscreens, smelt the fish-dock; thence
The river's level drifting breadth began,
Where sky and Lincolnshire and water meet.

All afternoon, through the tall heat that slept
For miles inland,
A slow and stopping curve southwards we kept.
Wide farms went by, short-shadowed cattle, and
Canals with floatings of industrial froth;
A hothouse flashed uniquely: hedges dipped
And rose: and now and then a smell of grass
Displaced the reek of buttoned carriage-cloth
Until the next town, new and nondescript,
Approached with acres of dismantled cars.

At first, I didn't notice what a noise
The weddings made
Each station that we stopped at: sun destroys
The interest of what's happening in the shade,
And down the long cool platforms whoops and skirls
I took for porters larking with the mails,
And went on reading. Once we started, though,
We passed them, grinning and pomaded, girls
In parodies of fashion, heels and veils,
All posed irresolutely, watching us go,

As if out on the end of an event
Waving goodbye
To something that survived it. Struck, I leant
More promptly out next time, more curiously,
And saw it all again in different terms:
The fathers with broad belts under their suits
And seamy foreheads; mothers loud and fat;
An uncle shouting smut; and then the perms,
The nylon gloves and jewellery-substitutes,
The lemons, mauves, and olive-ochres that

Marked off the girls unreally from the rest.
Yes, from cafés
And banquet-halls up yards, and bunting-dressed
Coach-party annexes, the wedding-days
Were coming to an end. All down the line
Fresh couples climbed aboard: the rest stood round;
The last confetti and advice were thrown,
And, as we moved, each face seemed to define
Just what it saw departing: children frowned
At something dull; fathers had never known

Success so huge and wholly farcical;
The women shared
The secret like a happy funeral;
While girls, gripping their handbags tighter, stared
At a religious wounding. Free at last,
And loaded with the sum of all they saw,
We hurried towards London, shuffling gouts of steam.
Now fields were building-plots, and poplars cast
Long shadows over major roads, and for
Some fifty minutes, that in time would seem

Just long enough to settle hats and say
I nearly died,
A dozen marriages got under way.
They watched the landscape, sitting side by side
- An Odeon went past, a cooling tower, And
someone running up to bowl - and none
Thought of the others they would never meet
Or how their lives would all contain this hour.
I thought of London spread out in the sun,
Its postal districts packed like squares of wheat:

There we were aimed. And as we raced across
Bright knots of rail
Past standing Pullmans, walls of blackened moss
Came close, and it was nearly done, this frail
Travelling coincidence; and what it held
stood ready to be loosed with all the power
That being changed can give. We slowed again,
And as the tightened brakes took hold, there swelled
A sense of falling, like an arrow-shower
Sent out of sight, somewhere becoming rain.
 

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This is amazing! first of all I find out that 1963 was 50 years ago, and now I find out that there's someone on here older than their father! :D
 

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I was born in '65, so I know not of what you speak ... I do remember a very bad winter 20 years ago (in Scotland), so perhaps these things do go in cycles ...
 
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Thanks!!!!

All the stuff you have been putting up about 1963 is great,please keep it up,it takes me back there Beatles,Dave Clark5 even Jerry and the Pacemakers and that VERY LONG COLD WINTER.
Someone on this Forum summed it up very well.
:::::::::He said "In Winter 1963 It felt like the world would freeze, :With John F. Kennedy and the Beatles.:::::::::::::::::::::::"

Thank for the memory.
Bill
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And that was the year that That was the Week that Was was dragged off the screen that was.

And medium Prime Minister Alec Douglas-Home (pronounced "Hume") amazed Conan Doyle by being voted out of the window of 10 Downing Street by ectoplasmic back-benchers over the Resale Prices Bill and then voting in through another window altogether as Lord Home (pronounced "throat-wobbler mangrove").
 
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Thanks Stu.

I did not know anything about the goverment at that time.
By the way,do you take Prozac?
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No, not prozac - instead, a potent cocktail combing Benylin cough mixture and Drambuie.

I call it a Ben MacBuie (and oddly enough I'm big and going grey :)).

How about you?
 
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