Mum and dad in the 1960s!
People usually ask me how I can travel at a drop of a hat and not be bored of a near nomadic life. I have been often queried about why I travel and why I keep meticulous accounts of the places I travel to. The answer lies somewhere in the past. It lies in the way I was brought up as a child. It lies in the environment I grew up in. It lies in the tales of my parents and their friends. As they recant the stories of some 50 years ago, I dreamed dreams of seeing the world as they did…
The 1960s wasn’t just about bell bottoms and big shades; it was also the dawn of ASEAN travel with the emergence of MSA (Malaysia-Singapore Airlines) in 1966 – An airline my father trained and flew for. With his cadet days behind him, newly married and the world to explore, my parents’ globe trotted all their lives instilling in me the wanderlust for travel!
As MSA ceased operations giving way to the separate formations of Malaysia Airlines (MAS) and Singapore Airlines (SIA) respectively, the travel routes between the airlines grew tremendously. My father flew for Singapore Airlines for several years and was even part of the historic 3-man cockpit crew that flew in SIA’s first ever Boeing 747 before moving over to Malaysia Airlines where he flew for 37 years.
My dad (John Paul) standing in the far left with his fellow Flight Engineer cadets after graduation
Flight Engineer John Paul in front of a MSA Boeing 707 on the tarmac
With so much history of flight in my family, growing up around aircrafts and listening to travel stories made it pretty evident that all I would want to do would be to globe-trot and craft my own tales too! My very first flight on board Malaysia Airlines was at 11 months old. I had my own passport before turning a year old. Back then, it was a big deal… air travel wasn’t an affordable affair. A privilege I had with my dad in the airlines.
Looking at the old photographs of my parents from the 60s made me always want to experience that hedonistic culture for myself. The thrill of freedom, the cocktail of cultural experiences amidst historical settings, the period of change, the breaking of taboos and the revolution of thought of the rollicking 60s.
My gorgeous mum with the pigeons at Trafalgar Square
My stylish dad at Trafalgar Square in the 60s
It is the spirit of those times that I find in the bottom of my soul. Travel liberates me and makes me feel that I relive the youthful and frolicking times my parents had in the 60s. My father was a dashing young man and my mother a sweet beautiful lady with an old world charm. They were both caught up with the spirit of the 60s and shaped their life around travel and adventure. They instilled in me the same spirit of the 60s… which is to have a free soul and bold steps to go explore this vast and beautiful planet.
So if I were to be asked, how did the 1960s inspire me? My answer wouldn’t be based on a movie, a song or art from that bygone era… instead I would tell you that my inspiration came from my parents, their fading photos and travel and aircraft tales that they have kept repeating for the past 32 years of my entire life!
Thank you mama and papa for introducing the world to me!
1960s – A Secret to My Wanderlust Life
My beautiful mother walking the streets of England in the 60s – notice the shades?!
My dad inside the cockpit of SIA’s Boeing 747
Singapore Airlines Director of Flight Operations Captain S.K. Chan, Capt. Kenneth Toft and Flight Engineer John Paul garlanded after successfully piloting home SIA’s 747B
My uncle and I on my first flight aboard a Malaysia Airlines aircraft at the age of 11 months – yes, I still smile that way each time I take a flight to somewhere magical!
My daring flight over the Himalayas to see Everest up close at 32 years of age!
Incredible photos, Rosemary! Your parents were indeed the coolest, living the life in the golden age of air travel. I LOVE the photos with the pigeons. I love birds and am saddened now that pigeons are no longer a fixture at Trafalgar Square or St. Marks in Venice or indeed anywhere else where they’ve found ways to discourage them. Great post, Rosemary. Loved it.
Thank you Lesley! 🙂 I didn’t know they didn’t have the pigeons any more…. is there a reason to this?
I think this is your best post yet!
Thank you Charu!!! 🙂 I don’t normally get too personal about myself on my blog… this would be the first time.
Great insight into your background. Thoroughly enjoyed the read. Those were the days when people could feed the pigeons in Trafalgar Square…… days long gone.
Thank you Dave! I have not been back to England since my teens… hoping to visit soon. 🙂 Yes, this is the second mention of the pigeons… any reason as to why they no longer allow for it anymore?
I visit your blog once in a while and this is my favorite entry! Love the old pictures of your parents. 😀
Thank you Liting!! Glad you enjoyed the entry! 🙂
Great insight into your blog & background. No doubt you have great parents and family. Enjoyed every pictures which was posted in this blog. Cheers!
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