I can remember that day pretty clearly. In the morning my parents took me to meet my uncle arriving from Canada. He was returning back to Belfast to reside permanently, I think he may have taken early retirement.
All my uncles, aunts and cousins were at the old Aldergrove airport to greet him.
He had left N.Ireland in the early 1920s, to go to Canada. He then returned for the first time during WW2 when he was a soldier in the Canadian army.
After the war he returned to Canada, then came back to the old Klondyke street in the Shankill to live for good, the very same day England won the World Cup!
I can remember Chris Farlowe as well!
1 To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven:
2 A time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant, and a time to pluck up that which is planted;
3 A time to kill, and a time to heal; a time to break down, and a time to build up;
4 A time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time to dance;
5 A time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones together; a time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing;
6 A time to get, and a time to lose; a time to keep, and a time to cast away;
7 A time to rend, and a time to sew; a time to keep silence, and a time to speak;
8 A time to love, and a time to hate; a time of war, and a time of peace.