Along with loving polling days because it meant a day off school, my first real memory of a political story was the disappearance of John Stonehouse in 1974. I was 7. What really struck me was the development of the story. To start with he was missing, then he appeared to have committed suicide, then finally he turned out to be alive. It was the first time I was aware that the grown-ups didn’t actually know the end of the story when it was first reported.
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Last autumn we ran an experimental online public engagement series called 'earliest political memories'. We collected a total of 68 memories that were generously contributed by members of the public. You can read all the contributions here. The series caught the attention of our colleague Rachel O'Connell in the School of English who…
In "earliest political memories"
My earliest political memory is my parent's friends asking me to tell them the story my dad had taught me by hard as soon as I learned to talk "Sadam went mad, he went into Kuwait BOOM, BOOM, BOOM... America came in BOOM, BOOM, BOOM..."
In "earliest political memories"
Along with loving polling days because it meant a day off school, my first real memory of a political story was the disappearance of John Stonehouse in 1974. I was 7. What really struck me was the development of the story. To start with he was missing, then he appeared to have committed suicide, then finally he turned out to be alive. It was the first time I was aware that the grown-ups didn’t actually know the end of the story when it was first reported.