LIFE NOTES: 1968
I started primary school on Tuesday 6 February 1968. From then my memory becomes rather more formed, since my days are now structured, and I can remember things and people more readily. Specifically I remember my nice, middle-aged headmistress who took me in hand and started giving me piano lessons, using the Ministeps to Music series of book tutorials. She lived well into her nineties and to the end always remembered me with fondness. Dissociated images of popular culture; Thunderbirds on television, Tintin’s Destination Moon . Apollo 8 just after Christmas. I remember the deaths of Martin Luther King (but not that of Robert F Kennedy) and Yuri Gagarin being reported on ITN as they happened but the celebrity death which probably saddened me the most was the Scots motor racing driver Jim Clark, killed in an accident on the track in what was then known as West Germany that spring, aged just thirty-two. One of the other kids in my class was called Jim Clark – and I do...