i was wondering where to now. 50 years since a few things. so i thought yes and no about a 1969 blog. it's a lot to remember back then, but with all this moon stuff recently, it sort of brought back a few things from back then. i don't know if i can stretch them out, into a sensible writing. that may take time, in your head is one thing, if you know what i mean.
1aug2019
i've thinking about this a little tiny bit, mainly its not going to be too long and i better hurry up, or it'll 2020. the main thought about this is, i've written earlier blogs that have parts in them relevant to this, such as jester and midnight cowboy, probably other early things as well. to start off 1969, i can remember where i lived 17 beatus st unanderra for the first part. i don't live there any more so i don't give a shit about it now. i'd say we moved from the shack on the highway sometime during 1968. and by the end of 1969 we had moved to my grandmothers place, 2 fraser st. i can remember a summer holiday going to dapto pool and getting really sunburnt and living at beatus st. so that had to be january 1969.
6aug2019
i done a search for the beatus st house, the house is still there as it was in 1969. there was a large tree in the front yard , it ain't there now. the photo i checked out, were of the house, been renovated just like mutton dressed up to be lamb. as i can mainly remember the floor was of polished varnished floor boards. the was no flush loo, the dunny out the back, an out house. the dunny man came once a week or so, to collect and replace the dunny cans, shit tins. what's goes 10 mph, has 100 pistons (piss tins) and flies? a dunny truck.
13aug2019
i think when we lived there it was worth about 17,000. it last sold apparently for 340,000 aus$ in 2012, and is now valued 543,000. property is overpriced. getting back to january, i started fifth class, a lot has been written in earlier blogs as i said before. we got a new kid, although through the years earlier, we had people coming and going, a lot left and went to public school. there was one guy not one who came and went, but was an only. his parents adopted a little brother, who turned out to be a bad arse. so they sent him back and got a more timid one , and gave him the first ones name. i wonder what the first ones name went back to. up until that point in my life i felt like i was like birdboy. why? you might ask. me and birdboy only in the class had the foreskin. so when the new kid had one too, and he wasn't a spazznik. i felt a lot better about myself. you might think it's nothing, but when your young and don't know that stuff. i used think i wasn't a boy or girl just cursed. everybody was circumcised.
15aug2019
since writing that last bit, my minds been all over the place. i made the ginger beer at that whether it was 1968 or 1969, who knows, still tasted like shit anyway. i thought of how birdboys way had let us down in some past events. i'll throw this in just for the sake of it. a few years earlier before they moved the rugby league to figtree. they used to train at the park, we were asked to make a team after school, only the unanderra people. i remember reds old man was given the job to train us. we weren't very good, only nippers. you'd throw the ball to birdboy, and he'd be standing there, not clicking his fingers, but some weird finger movements there. i think reds old man just gave up, there wasn't no more team, don't know what happened there. not long after that red moved to the public school. getting back to 1969, with the new kid, john mc, he was from scotland, whether it be true or not he became my same ie equal, as a pose to birdboy.
27aug2019
i haven't forgotten about this, it's just thinking about it, and basically trying not to repeat myself too much. i know i've said in earlier blogs about bands and so called musical things here and there. i'm sure i said something about bands in back yards. as it happens, john mc had an elder brother , peter. i never meet him, even though me and john became good friends, and i would go to his place out of school and ride push bikes and things. when he first came to our school, he still had the old other school uniform on . anyway, he used to say his brother was a drummer in a band somewhere. for me to remember this shit, is really raking the brain. i sort of remember doing a google search a few years back , when i wrote it in the earlier blog, but couldn't really find much. time changes things , i remember searching about led light shows around 2002 and there was fuck all. now there heaps of shit. i remember john's brothers band set up a played in their parents backyard, could of been 1969 or 70. i think i might of missed some it , but the instruments were setup in the backyard, and had played a bit when i arrived. i remember talking to a few guys of the band vaguely on their back veranda. you know i was only 10 or 11. name of the band and songs are beyond me. john's brother name and drummer i remember , he was sometimes going on about it. i did another google search lately and came up with this ....red angel panic (there was a url link but the you tube page has been deleted, find about the band elsewhere.) .
11sept2019
haven't really thought much about this blog of late. my main thought is probably about name dropping. when i first started doing the main clag eartha blog, i tried to keep name dropping to a minimum, using alternative and christen names. with that red angel panic band , the chris bailey bass player, is not to be confused with chris bailey of the saints. although, chris bailey of red angel panic went on to other aussie bands. theres also the chance that ,that wasn't the band in the backyard. it was a one off thing. better i just left it there.
16sept2019
getting back to the main about this 1969 blog. the main is about the moon landing, 50 years since. how many times in that 50 years, have people asked the question, where were you? that question is the main reason for typing this. our class missed the moon landing, we were at a funeral for a girl in our class who was run over or hit by the school bus. very sad really, so i'm reminded of that every time i hear that question. she lived in the berkeley suburb, where half of the class lived. i can't really remember much about that. the funeral was at the berkeley church, when we got back to school , it was all over, man had made the giant step on the moon. that's it really. i could go on about it but choose not to. http://ryersonindex.org/search.php
18sept2019
with that ryerson index, you could use your wits ie, location and date. saves me naming names, r.i.p. i thought about the incident, i couldn't remember or didn't know how she died. i decided to go to the library, and check out the micro film. it's now hooked up to the computer, but with age the poor old mirco is getting a bit blurred. in my search i found a few interesting snippets. i'll throw them in for keeps sake.
july 19 to 21,1969
22sept2019
this next bit is about how i feel now about that stuff. i said before i've died many times, i believe in a secular way , that when people you know die, part of you dies too. i say secular cause the spirit doesn't. it's a realm i haven't really enjoyed going back to, although i have learnt somethings . i honestly thought that kennedy thing happened sometime like 1974. i wonder if he had time to enjoy the moon landing. when his brother robert was shot a year earlier , the class used to pray the rosary everyday for him up unto his death , which was some days. all the even type years, kinder, 2nd, 4th & 6th classes we had nuns. and the odd years we had a woman teacher, not a nun. it was 5th class that jester wrote the shit on the wall. i'm not sure if that was before or after the accident. i say this because he had a sister who was run over ,while she was in a pram as a child. we thought that had affected him with the height thing. that happened years before, we never talked about that stuff, but my mind remembers we were told about it when we were younger. when you've moved on from that stuff, it's not so pleasant going back there.
8oct2019
that's pretty much as all i had to say in this blog about 1969. there's probably a few more things that happened personally that year, i don't feel like digging for that stuff. good or bad who cares, it all levels off in the end, nothing to serious happened that rings a bell. serious then a that age, would be seen as trivial now, i remember one thing about primary school whether it was 1969 or not. i sometimes chuckle about. the teacher left the class and got a goody goody to watch the class. if someone played up, the goody goody was told to write the initials of that person and a cross next to their name, if they didn't stop playing up. then that person would have to write lines. we never heard of lines before. me and another guy thought, you draw lines with a ruler. so we'd play up and she'd put a cross next to our initials. we just draw a line on the page and play up again. when the teacher came back and saw all the crosses on the blackboard , she said what's this, and sent the goody goody back to her chair. don't know what happened, can't remember. then the teacher saw the lines we had drawn, and said what's that , we said lines. she said that's not lines. we soon found out.
