I saw this on Karen’s blog and thought i’d have a go.
So…where was I when…..
1. President Kennedy’s Assassination – 22 November 1963
This was a few years before i was knitted together in my mother’s womb so while God already knew all about me my parents didn’t have a clue at that point that they were going to have a daughter, i don’ t even know if they had met then. I don’t think they had. Hmm…Mum, Dad ?
2. England’s World Cup Semi Final v Germany – 4 July 1990
I have absolutely no idea, but i imagine my then beloved (may he rest in peace) being a football fanatic, would have been watching it on the telly and i would have been saying something like ‘what’s the big deal about a group of grown men kicking a pigs bladder around a field?’
3. Margaret Thatcher’s resignation – 22 November 1990
Jumping up and down with relief that the wicked witch had finally melted (obtuse humour removed). I was bought up in a staunchly Labour environment. My Dad was elected as a local Labour councillor during the Thatcher days and I have nothing but admiration for how he worked damned hard without payment to help better the lives of those on one of the largest council housing estates in Europe at the time, while she endevoured to screw over the needy while lining the pockets of the wealthy. (poll tax anybody?) Which is basically what it’s always been about in this country. The rich get richer, the poor stay poor.
4. Princess Diana’s death – 31 August 1997
This is one of those few distinct occassions that will be imprinted in my memory for ever. And not because i was a big fan of Princess Di (though i did prefer her to any of the other members of the royal family).
The day prior to Diana’s death I had got married. By the evening of our wedding night my husband made it clear that he regretted marrying me and fell back into his aggressive, violent ways. I spent my wedding night being terrorised by him and the following morning, after getting little sleep I went downstairs and turned on the news to hear that Di had died. I cried and cried and told the kids it was because Diana had died, but though i felt a lot of sadness about what had happened to her, really i was crying for being stupid enough to marry that man.
5. Attack on the twin towers – 11 September 2001
I switched on the TV shortly after the first plane hit and disregarded what I was seeing initially, I actually thought I had just turned on some over dramatised Channel 5 movie…but after a few seconds i realised that it was actually a newsflash I and I paced around in panic and horror and shock as i watched the second plane hit. I cried and prayed for those poor souls and for their families and I seriously did believe that England would be next (I thought maybe even that day we could be attacked – it all just seemed so surreal, as if anything was now possible).
I collected my kids from school, and all the parents on the playground waiting for their kids were just walking around in shock and disbelief, some of us crying after what we had just witnessed on the tv. Me and the kids had a special prayer time that evening for all who lost their lives in the tragedy and for the survivors and for the families of both.
6. The election of Joseph Cardinal Ratzinger to the papacy – 19 April 2005
I watched it on the telly. I was hugely emotional, a blubbering wreck actually. I was overjoyed about his election to the papacy.