Musing on 64 today.
First of all, that is the number of years I have attained to far. Like anyone, I find it amazing that this has happened and that the years have just gone by, seemingly so quickly. At this age, I have outlived both my parents, which also seems odd. I don’t feel old, and I think about the years that they missed out on, with us and the grandchildren they never knew. Of course, looking in the mirror, or worse, seeing photos of oneself brings one back down to earth very quickly.
64 has another significance, relating to the Beatles, of all things. I must admit to having been a ‘beatlemaniac’ back in the 60s. I was in high school then, the perfect age. They also wrote the song, ‘When I’m 64‘ which was in the movie ‘Yellow Submarine‘. So I can hum that all year long now. This movie came out in 1968 and a gang of us saw it at the Orpheum Theatre in Vancouver. It is an amazing theatre, and even then was a pretty opulent venue. Now it is a concert hall.
In 1964, the Beatles came to Vancouver for a concert at Empire Stadium (August 22, 1964 to be exact, 47 years ago – wow!). My best friend Judi and I were determined to go to the concert. In those days you had to go to the venue to get the tickets – no internet then. My aunt lived on the hill that overlooked the stadium, so my Dad took us into Vancouver to her house. At about 5 in the morning we got a taxi down to the stadium gates to line up for tickets. We waited for hours and then the mad rush to buy them was on. We got seats on the main field, row P. They were the most expense tickets, $5.25 each.
When the day came we went back to my aunt’s house and then to the concert. The noise was like jet engines taking off – and this was in an open air stadium. CKNW actually has a short clip of the start of the show so you can experience that shriek and the first song, Twist and Shout, just click here and then click on Beatles concert start. Brings back chills!
The warm-up acts were Jackie DeShannon and the Righteous Brothers. Then came the Beatles, who played for about a half hour. It was over so fast, and it was nearly impossible to hear them, but we were part of the event and that was just fine. Below is the programme and ticket stub, which I obviously still have. I also have a copy of the soundtrack of the concert, courtesy of my cousin Rick, who was there too.

In looking around at what is on the net regarding those days, I came across two interesting sites. One lists dates and events of Vancouver History. The year 1964 had several events that I remember besides the Beatles’ concert: the Port Mann Bridge opened; construction of Simon Fraser University began, BCIT had its first students; and US President Lyndon Johnson and Prime Minister Lester Pearson signed the Columbia River Treaty in BC. These two leaders met at the Peace Arch Park and we were bused from our high school to see them.
The other was an article written by Allan Fotheringham about the concert, for Macleans. This site has the article reproduced. It is interesting reading it again after all these years, and how different the experience was from our vantage point. All the action must have been around the edges because we saw nothing of it.
During 1964, I collected lots of Beatles magazines and thanks to my Mum, who kept them, I still have them all. You can see them here in a flickr set. Here is an example, a magazine that I somehow managed to get issues in both English and French (from France). When I was thinking about this, I was surprised that I was able to get all these in a small town, usually from the magazine rack at the drug store. Again, no internet, no reality TV, no email. Magazines were about the only source for the photos and gossip and there were so many different ones. We got some from the UK as well.

When I was out in Vancouver last week, I was talking to my younger brother and he reminded me that I had made a Beatles doll, compete with turquoise jacket and black stovepipe pants. He also reminded me that he and my other brother used it to play tug-of-war with the dog, and I remember them making parachutes out of handkerchiefs and tossing it off the roof and fences etc. It is long gone.
Also in 1964, I received a card from Liverpool. It is signed with the initials GH (George Harrison) but I doubt that they are really his. They were probably done by fan club people. Still, having the card and its envelope is another fond memory. For a 3 pence stamp, the letter came by surface mail in about 3 weeks. Does anyone remember pen pals? Sending a letter to Australia, New Zealand, Africa, the UK, and waiting weeks for a reply.

1964 was the transition year from grade 11 to 12, and the decision to go to university or to BCIT. In the end I went to UBC the next fall, one of only a couple of kids from our grad class. Some stayed for grade 13 and came a year later, but there weren’t a great number that went on in those days. I was thinking back about the plans my friends and I had to all go, and live together, and in the end, it was just me. Over time I lost touch with pretty well all of them, saw them once at the one reunion I went to 20 years later, and then completely lost touch until recently, when Facebook was the source of reconnecting with a couple. Growing up in a small BC resort town in the 50s and 60s, I would never have imagined where the journey would take me. It has been interesting so far.
So, 64 has a lot of resonance. It’s a good number.