This is the story of the class of 69, an amazing bunch of young people, who made it through the times of change and came out the other side, mostly unharmed!
Before TV sets were the focal point of the living room, and double glazing was a commodity only the rich could afford. When modern technology meant you had a teas made by the side of the bed, and flannelette sheets were all the rage. Once upon a time – dinosaurs roamed the world, even before calculators were common place in schools or at work.
Each day they practiced the old fashioned skill of ‘writing’, they used the ancient implements of pens with ink, or lead pencils with rubbers on the tips. Each day they were encouraged to practice this old form of communication, because that was what was expected of them. They knew that as they grew up – this skill would be invaluable, as no one else had invented anything like it for decades. Although a small group of women had been trained to sit in rows, and use a noisy clunky machine that squashed ink into paper in the form of letters, but everyone said this would never catch on. This machine was called a typewriter, and you needed to go to college to learn the amazing skill!
Life was quite simple then, simple choice of foods and simple entertainment. Regimented learning, times tables, copying letters from a book, little distraction.
Then time moved on, and so did those children. They went to a bigger school, some together, some meeting up a little later on, all learning new skills that would see them through into adult life. Some of them moving away to find a different life, and some moving to learn even more skills. Many staying put, marrying, bringing up families, looking after elderly relatives. Lots of them never forgetting the others they had spent their early informative years with.
Then time moved on yet again, and along came lots of new inventions. Not only could you go out with that calculator in your pocket, but you could take your box brownie, and your two tins cans held together with some string and finally that gramophone and your library of books, and encyclopedia – all in a different format of course!
Once upon a time social media meant gossiping while playing in the park. But if it wasn’t for that relatively new invention the Internet, Face book and Friends Reunited – that group of school children would never have know what became of lots of their long lost friends.
And so it was that a meet was arranged, in a local watering hole. How life had moved on, not a school uniform in sight, not a spotty face among them. And as each new person joined the group, the air was filled with cheer and laughter, and shouts of ‘Oh you haven’t changed a bit!’ and hugs and kisses were free for anyone who wanted them. Each one telling their story of the great adventures they had been on. A resounding success. So much so that plans were drawn up for the next big meet up. And each one hoping more friends will join from far flung places this time, to join in the merriment and the memories.
Long live the Dinosaurs.