It’s that time of year again…..


Our thoughts go out to the thousands of staff who are condemned to work in department stores and shops throughout the festive season. We mean, of course, the torture of having to listen to endless loops of Bing Crosby, Dean Martin and Johnny Mathis, etc., singing sugary Xmas songs day in and day out, every day, all day. Surely they must just go home and scream.

Now let us first explain, we’ve got nothing against these artists or their songs, indeed we play them occasionally ourselves but do we want to hear them all the time? No!

We’ve been collecting Xmas songs for a long time and we’d like to suggest some alternative songs, still seasonal and jolly but different. Terry used be a radio jock and his Xmas special became very popular precisely because he didn’t play the same old stuff. Here’s some of Terry and Jenny’s favourites and the listeners’ too:

Blue Christmas – Elvis Presley (Surely at the top of every rocker’s list)

A Country Boy In The Army – Dorsey Burnette

A Not So Merry Xmas – Bobby Vee

Baby Sitting Santa – Barry Richards

Blue Xmas Lights – Buck Owens

Captain Santa Claus – Bobby Helms

Christmas In Jail – The Youngsters

Frosty, The Snowman – Fats Domino

Hepcat Holiday (Night Before Xmas) – The Honeydippers

I Want A New Baby For Xmas – Johnny Preston

I Want Elvis For Xmas – The Holly Twins (with Eddie Cochran on background vocals)

The Reindeer Boogie – Hank Snow

Okay, that’s just twelve songs but if people just searched them out there are so many more. We’ve got over 200 Rock and Roll Xmas songs but as stated we’ve spent a lot of years tracking them down.

So the next time your out shopping spare a thought for the poor assistant being audibly tortured throught the working day!

Keep On Rockin’








What Did You Do With Your Old 45’s?

Or with any of your old vinyls? Well, in our case, we’ve still got most of them and, every now and then, give them a spin on the turntable. (Does anyone still remember turntables?)

However, for anyone who doesn’t want their old records, a fun way of upcycling them is to turn them into flower pots and fruit bowls, etc.

The idea has been around for ages but it is still a fun thing to do and only takes a few moments to end up with something that is useful, very retro and a great talking point at get-togethers. Full instructions can be found here:

LP’s are great for the above mentioned items whilst 45’s can be used as a small nibbles dispenser, for example. We should point out that if your containers are to be used for food, it’s a good idea to cut to size and then glue, to the bottom of the bowl,  a thin rubber mat to prevent crumbs from leaking out.

For anybody who doesn’t have any vinyl, a quick visit to your local charity shop is sure to provide several possibilities: Barry Manilow, Abba and The Osmonds are just three of the likely treasures you’ll find and can now put to good purpose.

See below a photograph of one we made earlier, from an old Wayne Newton album;


Keeo On Rockin”





Those were the days, my friend!


It seems strange now but once upon a time we didn’t really have any gyms. They were very far and few between. Now they’re in shopping centres and office blocks and seemingly on every town street corner. So what did our mothers do to keep fit?

Well firstly, we don’t think our mothers ever gave much thought to the subject. They were just too busy! Let’s look at a typical day for Jenny’s mum, Doris, in the 1950s.

The day might start with an early cup of tea and then preparing breakfast for the family and maybe a packed lunch for her husband.

As Doris didn’t drive, she would walk the younger kids to school, this would include pushing the pram with the baby in it. Now these were big, heavy and clumsy carriage prams not like the strollers that are popular today. One good thing about them though was the small tray between the wheels and below the carriage itself. This was ideal for carrying small items needed for the baby or maybe a few items bought from a local shop on the way home. Any extra shopping was placed into paper carrier bags and either suspended from the pram handle or placed near baby’s feet on the pram mattress. Of course this meant that the pram was even heavier to push but the whole activity certainly toned up the leg, abdominal and arm muscles.

All this was back in England, which meant the family lived in a two storey house. So, once Doris and baby arrived home, the days work continued. Whilst the baby snoozed or wriggled on the rug, Doris would clear away and wash the breakfast things, mop the floor and wipe down various surfaces in the kitchen. Then she might go upstairs to make the beds, clean the bathroom, tidy clothes, maybe vacuum too. Sometimes the windows may need washing.

Once upstairs was finished upstairs it would be time for Doris to give the downstairs a going over too. The lounge would be vacuumed, the sofa cushions plumped up, kids toys put away and again, sometimes, the windows would need washing (they lived very close to a railway line, back in the days of the old steam trains, so soot was an ever present menace. The cleaning, both upstairs and down would also have included a lot of dusting and polishing. Once again, what with all the climbing up and down stairs, lifting and bending, the chores were definitely a good work out for all the important muscles.

Back in the days before mod-cons became readily available and affordable Doris would have to hand wash all their clothes. Small items were boiled in a very large saucepan kept just for that one purpose. We haven’t seem them for years but you used to be able to buy large wooden tongs for lifting the hot sodden clothes from the water. The washing was then transferred to the kitchen sink for rinsing. Large items like sheets and net curtains were washed directly in the sink before rinsing too. Sometimes a scrubbing-brush was used for heavy stains. Imagine the muscles used with all the washing being agitated, pumped up and down and then the squeezing and wringing out.

Doris was fortunate to have a big old iron mangle in the back yard. This had two rubber enclosed rollers which, via a large hand wheel, rotated in different directions enabling Doris to run her wet clothes through to squeeze as much water out as possible. The rollers could be set at different heights to allow for the variable material thickness.

The clothes were then pegged onto a clothes line using a forked tree branch as a prop. With four young kids and a husband, (and all that soot!) Doris spent a lot of time boiling and washing clothes.

Of course, the work wasn’t finished there, there was still the baby to play with and to look after. There was also the ironing, the cooking, collecting the kids after school (it was almost a mile each way) and of course, as there was no spare money to keep buying new clothes, Doris did her fair share of darning and repairing too.

It is a different world today. Women are not expected to stay at home (in the western world) – it is their choice, which is a good thing.

In some ways, mothers are even busier and tear about all over the place dropping the kids at a crèche or school, then going off to work, then repeating the process all over again at the end of the day. Somehow the modern mum has also to find the time to do the shopping as well. The modern house today has all sorts of labour-saving devices and mothers don’t, now, get the work out that our mothers did, hence the popularity of the gym.

Not just a place to get fit but a chance to have some “me time” too.

If readers have similar memories, feel free to share, meanwhile,

Keep On Rockin’

P.S. The above photo is not of Doris, just one we grabbed off the internet and may be subject to copyright.

Cheese Hedgehogs anyone?

download Once upon a time, no party was complete without a serving of Cheese Hedgehogs. Usually a grapefruit or large orange was cut in half and then cocktail sticks were inserted, on the outside of course. These little sticks were then decorated with a chunk of cheese and a piece of pineapple. This was considered as fancy finger food!

Sometimes the base would be a humble potato cut in half and then covered with foil. Imaginative people may have added eyes made with currants or similar. Together with a bowl or two of flavoured potato crisps and a plate of sausage rolls every host could rest assured that they were offering their guests the perfect accompaniment to go with the party drinks.

Regarding sausage rolls, when we lived in England it was normal to serve the cooked rolls cold. Here in Australia, guests would look at us strangely and ask us where the microwave oven was. Aussies also like their rolls served with tomato sauce or as they call it in rhyming slang, “Dead Horse”!

Jenny now prefers her saugage rolls hot whilst Terry still likes them cold. Both of us like them ungarnished with sauce.

So, whatever happened to Cheese Hedgehogs? Does anyone else remember them? Does anyone still serve them? What is the preferred finger food now?

Keep On Rockin’



The first time we heard, that we were …..


Scientists reckon that music is second only to smell when it comes to awakening memories. That is certainly the case with us, The Golden Rockers. We’ll hear a song on the radio and it will immediately take us back to schooldays, first jobs, first dates. We’ll conjure up, depending on the song, recollections of movies, holidays, picnics, special occasions, friends and, of course, family. Those still with us and those now gone.

A song, not heard for a long time, will often prompt a response from one of us that begins, “Do you remember……….”? “I haven’t heard that since……….!

We wonder if there is anyone else out there who uses their record collection as photograph album? Why not share with us?

Until next time, Keep On Rockin”


Do you remember the first time………….?


Ahh, we remember it well! We’re talking rock and roll, of course. What else?

Jenny’s first rock and roll memory is dancing to Elvis Presley’s “(Let me be your) Teddy Bear”. She was maybe four or five years old and even recalls how her skirt flared out from her waist as she twirled to the music.

Terry recollects a period when the airwaves were ruled by the likes of Frank Sinatra, Dean Martin and Doris Day, etc. Then one day he heard, coming out loud and clear from a nearby wireless, “Rock Around The Clock” by Bill Haley and his Comets. It was a game changer.

Since those very early days. in the growth of Rock ‘n’ Roll, we’ve kept our interest in this fantastic style of music and have been collecting records and associated collectibles for many years. Our tastes range from the late 1940s through to the early 1960s. We still appreciate music from other eras, of course, but always go back to our musical roots.

We wonder if others recall their first Rock ‘n’ Roll song too?

Keep on Rockin’

The baby’s mine too……

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Over the years The Golden Rockers have laid claim to a number of songs, of which we’ve said, “They’re playing our song!”. One of these is “I Won’t run Away” by the late, great Alvin Stardust. Born Bernard William Jewry, he had two lives in the limelight  – one as Shane Fenton and a longer one as Alvin. Born in 1942 he passed away in 2014, aged 72. This song is just one of the great memories left for us to enjoy.

Check out the song on YouTube, listen to the lyrics and you’ll see where we’re coming from.

Our first-born, darling, daughter was born in January, 1968 and that was six months before we married. In those years it was considered a disgrace to have a child out-of-wedlock, though when celebrity couples had babies in similar circumstances they were called “Love Children”.

Our fathers did not attend our wedding and our extended families and friends gave us less that a year.  Now here we are, still a happy couple and celebrating fifty years of togetherness. Our fathers came around in the end  and we had two further kids. All our offspring have grown up with families of their own and tell us we are role models for how they want to be. We don’t know about the latter comment but we have never regretted what we’ve done.

Music is love, love is music, music is life, and we love our life.

Terry & Jenny