20th of February 1975 to the 19th February 1976
As my year moved onwards…
…towards Autumn 1975, and back to winter again, I remember a couple more things.
The first (and I’m just guessing it was around late summer / Autumn time, but I seem to remember the family having a get-together with some of the extended family. Now how many turned up I don’t know, but I know it was Auntie Maureen and Uncle Ernie there, so most certainly with my two cousins, Sharon and Claire there as well. Sharon was best cousins with Susan, and was roughly two years older. Claire was two years younger than Katherine.
I remember my parents would have had the cine-film camera out and taking some home movies. I also remember getting over-excited, jumping up when they were trying to film and being told to stop. I didn’t listen and kept doing it, until Uncle Ernie stepped in. Having someone else talk sternly to me was not something I was used to. I then realised I was in big trouble and did what most 3-year-olds would do when out of options and nowhere to go. I burst into tears.
That set off the “aaw”‘s from a few. The next thing I remember, was being picked up, told I was too tired to stay up any later, and promptly carried off up to bed.
So moving further onwards in memories…
Having got used to watching Doctor Who…
…with my sisters by now, I also remember the biggest scare I had of it so far.
By now, my sisters had begun to not pay the programme as much attention as they used to, especially now that their doctor, the 3rd, played by Jon Pertwee, had now regenerated into Tom Baker as the 4th, so there were times it was just left to me to watch it on my own.
By November, I remember catching an episode of The Android Invasion. Completely transfixed, I remember standing in front of the TV when the 4th Doctor found that Sarah-Jane wasn’t in fact Sarah-Jane at all.
The end of that episode had me scarpering to my Mum in terror, and that was also the moment when I truly fell in love with the programme too.
As time for me moved ever onward,..
…so Christmas came back round and I’m guessing we ended up at Grandad’s again for a party. The reason for this thinking is, I’m guessing, that was when the picture of me, all dressed up in a very seventies outfit of a bright orange shirt and bright blue trousers, was taken in my favourite place, next to the record player. The 45’s all stacked up, and me, looking after it possessively. In fact, it was probably quite a good shot taken, as I would have only glanced round to my name being called for a second, before giving the machine my full attention once again.
That picture of course is now my profile picture on social media.
After Christmas,..
…I believe Susan had a 13th Birthday party back at the house. Although I really don’t remember anything about that one. She most probably got a few records at that time, and some of them may well be appearing during the chart for my next birthday in February.
However, there would be one further memory which happened just before my 4th birthday; and having done a little research, I’ve managed to pinpoint the date and time.
So picture the scene.
It’s now the new year of 1976. January the 21st to be exact. A Wednesday.
My sisters have both gone off to school, and on this particular day, during the late morning before Dad has got back home from his rounds, I’ve wrapped up warmly in my red padded coat and wellies, and with my little watering can in hand, I’ve gone out to the bottom of the back garden to water the rockery near the shed.
As I was happily going about my business, a sound I first thought was distant thunder sounded far off.
Looking up, it only seemed like light winter cloud, so that unnerved me for a start; but the rumble kept on building. In fact it got scarily loud.
I had never heard anything like it.
By this point, the noise got so intense, I thought the sky was falling in, and I ran, terrified, back indoors and straight for Mum. She sort of laughed and told me it will be over soon.
What I didn’t know, but what I would eventually get used to (with where I lived in between both Gatwick and Heathrow) was my first experience of Concorde flying overhead, with this being it’s first commercial flight off to Bahrain.
The supersonic age had truly begun.
So let’s dive back…
…to where I got to my 3rd birthday back in 1975, by going through, first the singles chart of that week in February, and then the albums.
Once again, the charts consisted of the Top 50 back then, but like the musical landscape itself, change was on the horizon.
After covering my birthday week of both those charts,..
…I’ll then progress through the music I remember throughout the rest of that year, as I make my way towards my 4th birthday.
For both the singles and the Albums charts, there are some truly magnificent treasures included, some which hold more personal stories to tell about them, and then there are some I am surprised to find there.
As, by this point, my ears are taking in more of what’s coming from the radio and record player, my own personal list has grown once again with my age approaching 4.
So lets dive back to the end of winter 1975, with the charts from the 16th to the 22nd of February and then move through towards 1976.
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