Well, this will be a brief one. Nothing has jogged my memory for what happened to me in 1971. Here are a very few things.
I turned 7 in 1971.
I remember reading (if that's the word for it when you're 7) a Superman storyline, or parts of it as it was published in several issues and I didn't see all of them, in which there was a fake Superman made out of sand. It became more and more corporeal until ... well, I'm not sure what happened. I think he must have confronted the actual Superman at some point, but I never saw the conclusion to this storyline. It's a fairly famous Superman story from the 1970's, but I don't think it's ever been reprinted in its entirety, which doesn't make sense given how much material does make the cut for reprint.
I would have finished Grade One and entered Grade Two. My teacher was Miss Coulson, and I am trying to remember if that is how she spelled her name. I had a crush on her. Many years later, I saw our class picture from back then. The clothes she wore! Typical 1970's stuff. I am not sure what I saw in her. It worked out for the best. I hope I let her down easy.
Honestly, that's about all I remember.
I guess we'll do a bit of business to fill out the rest of this post. I was thinking about this today when I was downloading some Oracle clients to some application servers, and I wonder what you think about what I am about to tell you. I am gradually scanning in a bunch of pretty unique photographs, like those of my maternal grandfather in uniform serving in World War II. I found what is perhaps the only existing photograph of my grandmother's mother, taken not long before her death in a fire that's still controversial in my family. Over the weekend, I re-found what is probably the earliest picture of me ever, when I was about 1, being held by my mother. Last evening, I scanned in a very attractive black and white picture of me and my younger sister posing for a photographer who happened to be in the neighbourhood (which people did back then).
Rather than retrofit these pictures into already-existing blog posts, where they might be missed by people who already read them, would you instead like to see a "Life In Review" series of posts in which I highlight these photographs with some written stuff as context?
Please let me know your thoughts. Thank you.
Meanwhile, I remember much more about 1972. It was the first year I could really read on my own. I joined an organization. I got my first bike. I entered Grade 3. The Beachcombers started. So much happened, and I will tell you all about it, tomorrow.
See you then.