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  1. I Remember When . . . LD5's, GSP's and mushrooms reigned supreme - Part 7 of the ongoing story

    “HUBBLE BUBBLE, TOIL and TROUBLE” [Manfred Mann]

    This is Part 7 of an ongoing series of articles on: “I Remember … when it was great to be . . .

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    [If you haven’t read the previous article that leads into this one, you should! Click on the Triumph picture.
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    Or to go to Part 1, click the ship that bought me to Australia
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    So, my bike was gone, my money was gone, and I was about to discover, that soon my home would be gone. By the time I got back to Melbourne I discovered that David had moved out of Portland Place and somehow, even though Lyn, Julie and David McCready and Charles and
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  2. I Remember …was I going to be a Hippy or a Yippy? – Part 6 of the ongoing story

    "Hooray For the Yippies!" [Phillip Adams]

    This is Part 6 of an ongoing series of articles on:
    “I remember …when it was great to be . . .”


    [If you haven’t read the previous article that leads into this one, you should! Just click on this link - Take Me To Part 5 ]

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    So, I had a bike and what a bike! My 650cc Triumph Trophy, especially geared by the New South Wales police for highway work prior to them selling it. Life does take on a different perspective when astride what was then, a pretty powerful machine. It really didn't take me long to master it and I took many trips in just a tee shirt and shorts.

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  3. I Remember …when being a hippy was hip (at least to us) – Part 5

    “For The Times They Are A Changing” [Bob Dylan]

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    This is Part 5 of an ongoing series of articles on:
    “I remember …when it was great to be”.


    [If you haven’t read the previous article that leads into this one, you should! Just click on this link - Take Me To Part 4


    The times were changing, but when you are involved in the change as well as being swept up in it, it’s not easy to recognise that change. In fact it takes time in order to adequately reflect upon these changes. It might be said by some people that those of us who had taken the ‘alternative’ path in society, indeed had plenty of time, but in our own way we were busy bringing about change even ...
  4. I Remember ...when it was great to be a teen (Growing into a hippy) - Part 4

    Sex, Drugs and Rock and Roll - It certainly works!

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    This is Part 4 of an ongoing series of articles on:
    “I remember …when it was great to be”.


    [If you haven’t read the previous article that leads into this one, you should! Just click on this link – Take Me To Part 3]

    Nineteen sixty-six! It was a great year despite being thrown out of my own band. Some of the notable things about that year included the fact that the mini skirt (attributed to British ‘hip’ designer Mary Quant) was really coming into it’s own – mostly due to Twiggy having worn one a year previously to the Melbourne Cup. By 1966 they were getting really short
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  5. I Remember .... when it was great to be a kid!

    I look around me and in particular I look at kids and I see young people desperately trying to be sophisticated at a young age, or worse, I see kids whose parents try to make them sophisticated at a young age. With the progress that technology has both provided and forced upon us, it seems to me that kids just don't get to be kids anymore.

    Being a kid in the 1950’s was probably amongst the best time to have indeed, been a kid. Life in Australia was pretty good. The war was over, foods and household goods were in abundance. The country was riding high on the back of wheat and wool and unemployment was almost unheard of, so family life was settled and in the main quite stress free. It was then that my family made a move that would ...

    Updated 8th April 2013 at 06:34 PM by Mick Pacholli

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  6. I Remember: Finding and rejecting religion

    I clearly remember being formally introduced to religion. It wasn’t so much that it was inculcated into my being by some form of coercion, or even subversion by my parents, but rather by a gentle introduction and allowing me to form my own position. Given this was the mid 1950’s, on reflection I think this was a very advanced approach by my parents, and, certainly out of step from the mainstream beliefs regarding children and their forced embracing, of the church.

    Both of my parents were members of the Church of England and I had been baptised and christened but that was about the beginning and the end of it. I never remembered my parents going to church but at the age of about 9 I was sent to Sunday School. Unfortunately there ...

    Updated 8th April 2013 at 06:42 PM by Mick Pacholli

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  7. I Remember...

    I REMEMBER – GREVILLE STREET

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    I moved into Greville Street circa 1970, as it was just becoming one of two central gathering places for the growing 'hippy' scene in Melbourne. Contrary to popular belief, that 'scene' wasn't a big one, in fact to be labelled a hippy was done with considerable venom by the community at large, but we wore the label without actually giving it much thought, because we were living and discovering a lifestyle and philosophy, one that wasn’t concerned about the labels others may use. The Greville Street scene was growing quite organically, not planned, and hell we didn't want, let alone have the desire, to create a 'scene'. It just evolved because the shops and ...

    Updated 8th April 2013 at 06:35 PM by Mick Pacholli

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