Heir to the throneNov 14th, 2006 | By Ian Poulton | Category: Personal Columns
It could have been a prop from one of those 1960s science fiction series, a rectangle of tubular metal had a wheel at each of its four corners and from each of the four corners there rose four long legs, each a greyish brown colour similar to the base rectangle. The legs disappeared into a box at the top that was the colour of light wood, although whether it was wood, I never discovered â only initiates were allowed to push it from one room to another.
If Dr Who could travel through time in a blue police telephone, what couldn’t he have done with something on wheels? There always seemed a great sense of ceremony in it being moved; perhaps it was unstable and the funereal pace at which it moved reflected a concern for personal safety, perhaps there was concern that any damage would cost a huge amount of money, perhaps it was simply a matter of fear and trepidation at the possible consequences of not doing as one was told.
Once the manoeuvres had been completed with a solemnity that would grace any liturgy, the double doors at the front of the box were opened and the power was turned on.
This was our primary school television. It was black and white, but for a school of forty pupils in the 1960s, it constituted a major item of expenditure. It had come complete with the stilts on wheels that allowed it to be moved backwards and forwards between our two classrooms. Both BBC and ITV had excellent schools programmes for television; one of them had a clock that counted down the minute before the programme started. Except for âPicture Boxâ?, I don’t remember the names of the programmes. There was no question of watching anything else on the television, for the simple fact that there was nothing else to watch. As soon as the schools transmission was over, the channels reverted to the test card.
However, if there were to be a major event, the BBC would cover it and Miss Rabbage would let us watch. On 1st July 1969, we got off lightly with school work, the television was turned on and we watched the investiture of Charles as Prince of Wales live from
Only today did I see for the first time see pictures of the investiture in colour. A polychromatic Charles looks much younger than the black and white stilt borne images that I remember. I only looked at it today because it is Charles’ birthday.
I wonder if he remembers the day in the summer of 1969 when he got forty rustic kids off schoolwork?