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  • ifreakingloveroyals
    10.04.2021 - 2 hours ago
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    ↳ The Duke of Edinburgh - 1964 (x)
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  • wembomusic
    09.04.2021 - 15 hours ago

    The Beatles and Prince Philip The Duke of Edinburgh

    The Empire Ballroom Leicester Square , March 23, 1964

    #the beatles#prince philip #the duke of edinburgh #british royal family #1964#retro photography#60s
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  • carsthatnevermadeitetc
    09.04.2021 - 16 hours ago

    Roadless 109 Forest Rover, 1964. A high clearance version of the series 2 Land Rover created by Roadless Traction, a company that converted tractors to 4 wheel drive. Conventional Land Rovers were getting stuck on the tops of the deep furrows found in forests so the Forestry Commission requested a modified version.

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  • federer7
    09.04.2021 - 17 hours ago

     Bob Dylan and Joan Baez with Protest Sign, Newark, New Jersey, 1964

    Daniel Kramer

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  • aryburn-trains
    09.04.2021 - 17 hours ago

    CMStP&P EMD diesel locomotive push-pull commuter passenger train at Western Ave. Chicago, IL October, 1964

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  • aryburn-trains
    09.04.2021 - 17 hours ago

    CMStP&P EMD diesel locomotive push-pull commuter passenger train at station. Grayland, IL August, 1964

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  • aryburn-trains
    09.04.2021 - 17 hours ago

    CMStP&P EMD diesel locomotive push-pull commuter passenger train near Elmwood Park, IL. July, 1964

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  • aryburn-trains
    09.04.2021 - 17 hours ago

    CMStP&P commuter passenger coach 385 on Sunday-only passenger train 113. Walworth, WI March 15, 1964 

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  • aryburn-trains
    09.04.2021 - 17 hours ago

    CMStP&P EMD diesel locomotive 37-A and coach 385 on Sunday-only passenger train 113 arrived at 1:55pm. Walworth, WI March 15, 1964

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  • aryburn-trains
    09.04.2021 - 18 hours ago

    CMStP&P EMD diesel locomotive 37-A and coach 385 on Sunday-only passenger train 113 arrived at 1:55pm. Walworth, WI March 15, 1964

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  • batmanonthecover
    09.04.2021 - 21 hours ago

    Detective Comics #333 - November 1964

    Cover Artist: Carmine Infantino

    HUNTERS OF THE ELEPHANTS’ GRAVEYARD

    Script:  Gardner Fox

    Art: Carmine Inafntino (Pencils), Joe Giella (Inks),

    Characters: Batman [Bruce Wayne]; Robin [Dick Grayson]; Gorla [Alice Foss]; Evan Bender

    Batman story #1,056

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  • slidesworthseeing
    09.04.2021 - 1 day ago

    Found slide: Bus for Bryndwr, Cathedral Square, Christchurch, Aotearoa New Zealand, circa 1964. Photo by MacDonald S Reed

    #found slide#christchurch#aotearoa#new zealand #macdonald s reed #stereo realist slide #1964
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  • vintage-figure-studies
    09.04.2021 - 1 day ago
    Tracy Reed, Actress (Born September 21, 1942 London, England - Died May 2, 2012 Cork, Cork County, Ireland).
    She was introduced to international movie audiences playing Miss Scott, George C. Scott's (Buck Turgidson) mistress in the Stanley Kubrick film "Dr. Strangelove" (1964).
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  • vintage-figure-studies
    09.04.2021 - 1 day ago
    Tracy Reed, Actress (Born September 21, 1942 London, England - Died May 2, 2012 Cork, Cork County, Ireland).
    She was introduced to international movie audiences playing Miss Scott, George C. Scott's (Buck Turgidson) mistress in the Stanley Kubrick film "Dr. Strangelove" (1964).
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  • honestlydeepesttidalwave
    08.04.2021 - 1 day ago

    Jeanne Roland 

    The Curse of The Mummy's Tomb (1964), You Only Live Twice (1967)

    listal.com, getty images, giphy.com, youtube (Creature Features), pinterest, autographica.co.uk

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  • mysweetgeo
    08.04.2021 - 1 day ago

    Do You Want to Know a Secret ? (Part 5)

    Summary: Reader and George have been best friends since they were kids, but when The Beatles got big, they were forced apart. What happens when George returns for a couple weeks wanting their friendship to return to normal?

    You didn’t see George for a few days after your night out at the pub, which was fine—you knew he was busy and had other things to do besides dote on you.

    On the days you didn’t see George, you spent working on overdue schoolwork and working at the record store.

    You’d been sitting at the desk in your room, working on a paper for school when you heard a soft knock at your opened door.

    You didn’t look up, assuming it was your mother, “Hm?” you mumbled.

    “Y’know I could’ve been a murderer or somethin’” the voice said.

    Your eyes snapped up as you saw George standing in your doorway, a cheeky grin on his face.

    “Thought you were my mum,” you said as he came to lean on your desk.

    “Be a bit weird if your mum had a deep voice, yeah?” he said, joking.

    You laughed softly, “I suppose,” you said as you turned back to your paper.

    “What’re you writing about?” he asked, turning so he could read your handwriting.

    “Stupid paper about wars ‘n such. Not really puttin’ much effort into it,” you mumbled, scribbling the last of the paragraph you were on.

    He was silent for a moment as he read it, “You’re a good writer, y’know,” he says.

    “Chatter on, Harrison, you don’t need to make fun,” you said, rolling your eyes.

    “I’m being serious, love,” he says, squeezing your shoulder and leaning in to press a kiss on your temple. “Wanna write me some songs to sing?” he half jokes.

    You let out a snort, “Nothing I could ever write would do your voice any justice, George,” you said, nudging him with your arm.

    “I highly doubt that,” he says, looking down at you with the hint of a smile on his lips.

    You looked up at him with a grin, a feeling stirring in your stomach that seemed both distant and familiar at the same time.

    It was quiet for a few seconds before you broke your mutual trance by speaking, “What’re you doing here then?” you asked.

    He shrugged, walking over to skim your records on your shelf, “Missed you, I guess.”

    You looked at him through the corner of your eye, “Missed me?”

    He hummed in response, picking up one of your 45s.

    After watching him for a few seconds, you went back to your paper, finishing it before you heard him place one of your records on the turntable.

    “You ‘ave all our songs then?” he asked, looking through your collection.

    You blushed, keeping your face out of his view, “Maybe,” you mumbled.

    “D’you really need two copies of this one?” he asked, holding up two copies of The Beatles cover of Roll Over Beethoven.

    You turned to look at him and laughed, “Well of course—what if I wear out the other?” you asked.

    He rolled his eyes, “Isn’t this a Canadian import?” He asked as he held them in his hands for a second before putting them back where they belonged.

    You nodded, “Yep! Saw two copies at Loni’s and I jumped right on that, wasn’t lettin’ anybody stand in my way,” you replied.

    He let out a soft chuckle as he continued to skim your collection.

    When you finished the last of your paper, you slapped your pen down on your desk, “Free at last!” you exclaimed, stretching your arms out before slumping in your chair.

    George laughed at you, “Free, eh? Fancy going out to lunch then?”

    You laughed, “Is that all you think of Georgie? Food?”

    He grinned, “Well of course! Food and girls,” he teased, poking your side.

    You rolled your eyes, “Of course you’d say that,” you mumbled, standing and pushing your desk chair in before grabbing your purse and a light coat.

    “Alright?” you asked, standing in your doorway waiting on George.

    He grinned, jumping up and following you out the door and down the stairs.

    The ride to the diner is quick, and soon you’re sat in a corner booth looking over the menu.

    The two of you end up getting sandwiches, splitting a basket of chips.

    George inhales his food, and more than half the chips, but you don’t mind, knowing this is just one small way you can make him happy.

    ‘I missed this,” you admit, as you finish your food and watch George finish his.

    He looked up at you when you spoke, his cheeks stuffed as he nodded in agreement.

    You laughed at this, waiting as he swallowed the mouthful of food.

    “Me too, love. ‘Spose next time we go on tour I’ll ‘ave to take you with me,” he said, as he looked back down to his food.

    “Maybe,” you murmured, just loud enough for George to hear.

    You saw a ghost of a smile on his lips, as you settled back into a comfortable silence as George finished his food.

    You pay this time, not giving George any time to object before slipping the money to the waitress.

    The two of you walk out of the diner with your arms looped together, laughing at something George had said.

    Soon enough you’re back at your house, inviting George back up to your room again. He declines this time though, “Mum wants be back home for dinner with the family soon, I’ll see you tomorrow for dinner, yes?”

    You nod, “Yes, it’ll be nice to have a dinner like we used too—Lord knows its been ages since we’ve had one!”

    He smiles shyly and looks down, “Wish I could’ve been home sooner, I’ve missed our joint family dinners dearly.”

    You grab his hand and press a wet kiss on the back of it, “It’s alright George, you’re not leavin’ for another week, ‘s plenty of time to make up for lost time. Plus I can always come visit! ‘S only a couple hours train ride away,” you said.

    He smiled, “‘Spose you’re right,” he says, leaning over to press a kiss on your cheek.

    The warm feeling spreads throughout your body again as his lips linger, giving you a sense of déjà vu.

    A smile breaks out on your face, causing George to grin as well. He squeezes your hand, “I’ll see you tomorrow then?”

    You nodded, trying to dull the smile on your face, “‘Course you will.”

    George’s grin never disappeared, even as you hopped out of the car and walked to your front door, waving to each other before he took off down the street.

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