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This is the question I am asked so many times and I quite truthfully don't know the real answer. Was it the music was much better back then or could it be that growing up in the seventies without the pressures and responsibilities that adultness brings, will always make those sun filled days seem better. Or is there more to it than that. the only real way to find out is to tell you my story as I know it and let you choose for yourselves why the seventies are so special to me. So let us go thru the Arched window ( always my fave ) and let me relate my tale. At the time of my conception my folks was living in Scarborough on the outskirts of Toronto, Canada. My parents and eldest bro had emigrated there few years earlier and my brother Barry was born there. From what my dad lets me know it is a lovely place to live, in the winter fire engines would come around and shoot their hoses for an hour to make an ice skating rink for the people to skate on. Everything was idyllic until my mummy became ill when she was carrying me. From what I learned from my father she suffered from a heart condition. And advised by her doctor that she would have a better chance of living if she didn't have me. Well she probably did select me and therefore her health did indeed suffer. Towards the end of the pregnancy she got very nasty and my dad had to sell up fast and move back to England as my mum wanted to come back home. I was born in February and my ma died in Aug. As my pop was compelled to sell quickly he could not afford to keep us all together so my brother Barry went to remain with an aunt and I went into 2 homes and then thankfully taken in by my Aunt Dorothy and Uncle Harold in Hackney. It was here that I spent my first years of growing up, eating winkles and cockles on sunday evenings, watching The Monkees with my sister Christine and playing with our puppy dog labrador Nanouk which my Uncle acquired to help him with his hunting. Now Nanouk had other ideas when it came to exercise for when my Uncle first took her out and shot a duck down Nanouk just looked up at him as if to say you don't expect me to go get that do you? She never went with him again. I can remember lot's of wildfowl pies and rabbit stews whilst living there and of course my fave, stewed eels and mash made by my Aunt Dorothy. We used to go out fishing for them with my new 'brother and sister' Richard and Christine. I need to explain here that I wasn't told about my real elders at this time so I assumed they were my family and so they were. My bro Richard was a lot older than me and I thought he was God, I stood in shock of him and can recollect swiping his things and hiding them under my pillow. Not because I actually wanted them but because they were his. I can also remember my sister Christine making me a nice teddy bear which I loved and appreciated for years and having rows with her dad becaue he wouldn't let her watch the Monkees. I only have good memories from there. Playing with my kaleidoscope when I was sick with chicken pox. Even when I was naughty and got sent to my room I can remember climbing out the window and shinning down the drainpipe to play in the garden in my favorite treasure chest. Oooh I used to be a bad boy. It was 1967 when Harold and Dorothy took me on a drive to Leyton. I can remember pressing the button in the lift to take us up to the ninth floor.
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