What did the Sixties mean to me?

Nik made me think that this should be out there again. Thanks Nik.

Opher's World

I was eleven when the sixties started and twenty one when they ended so the sixties were my formative years and boy what formative years they were.

The 1940s were the war years – a time of death, tragedy, loss and destruction. Our cities were blasted to hell. Our economy was wrecked and we were in debt to the USA.

The 1950s were the dark days of trying to rebuild; days of austerity, rationing and immense poverty but also days of reunion and attempting to rise out of the ruins. It was the era in which we lost our empire. But there was a gleam of light at the end of that tunnel with Rock ‘n’ Roll and Skiffle.

Then came the sixties.

I think my parents had grown up in a class-ridden, conservative, very uptight culture, sexually repressed and very hypocritical. Lip-service was paid to church. There was a…

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