A BIRD'S EYE VIEW OF THE MID 20TH CENTURYWho would have thought that while I am still alive I would be part of history? The 20th century was a tumultuous one. In my opinion it was the most life changing of any other century, two World Wars, the great depression, the Korean and Vietnam Wars. Television was invented and changed the way we lived. The contraceptive pill led to the sexual revolution.
But what about me personally? I have to say the 1960’s was my time. Mini skirts, stilettos (I’ve bunions to prove it), beehive hair dos, I couldn’t quite manage that, although I did tease the life out of my hair and regularly put in coloured rinses, French Plum or Rich Burgundy, were the colours I favoured. I can remember when the Beatles made their first visit out to
We used manual typewriters in those days. One original and four copies of everything we typed. I don’t know how many blouses I ruined because I got ink on the sleeves from changing the typewriter ribbon or the black stuff off the carbon paper.
During this time the Vietnam War loomed in the background. The Australian government introduced conscription. It was in the form of a ballot, or the death lottery as many called it. All twenty year old males had to register, their birth dates were put into a barrel and a certain number were drawn out, and those young men had to report to the army and subsequently many of them were sent to
This of course caused severe bitterness and division in the community, and even
though the government denied it, was subject to abuse and unfairness. Rich men
kept their sons at university so they didn’t have to go. Conscientious objectors were thrown into
prison. Only sons were called up, yet families with two or three eligible males
didn’t have any of their boys called up. Vietnam
I only had one brother, and I can clearly remember my father (a World War 2 veteran) vowing, that if his son got called up, he would protest on the steps of the parliament with a placard on his back.
There were protests marches, anti-war demonstrations, and things often turned violent. Not that I went to any of the protest marches, but a cousin of mine did and got trampled by a police horse. I can recall it all as clearly as if it only happened a few years ago, not half a lifetime ago.
BLURB: MAKE LOVE NOT WARMake love, not war was the catch cry of the 1960’s. Against a background of anti-war demonstrations, hippies and free love, Caroline’s life is in turmoil. Her soldier brother is on his way to the jungles of