Bulganin and Krushchev

Alison Condie

1956

A day to remember. Adult or child? Child I think. Grown up memories have their own special quality but events often have a significant impact on a young, unprejudiced mind.

Having been fortunate enough to spend my first eleven years in the heart of Edinburghs Old Town, my childhood memories are vivid and numerous. World War Two was only a decade over, many families opted for emigration while others stayed to slowly rebuild their lives. But, despite less than peaceful world events, there was a sense of relief and hope for some positive changes. The streets teemed with life ( Sundays excepted ). Countless bands, swaggering kilties , visiting dignitaries, carriages, horses, waving Royals and Cockie Doo commissioners passed down the tricky cobbles of the Royal mile, from Castle to Palace in an ongoing, cheerful, kaleidoscope of pageantry which has blended over the years, etched into my brain forever, into one glorious melee of crowds, colour, characters, atmosphere, music, sunshine, fog and iron grey days set against a dramatic historical backdrop. ... (continues)