Who am I?
This is as near an autobiography of me as you'll get! My name is Michael Todd, although most people call me Mike, and one or two are allowed to call me Mickey. And, no, I was never married to Elizabeth Taylor!
He served his time in the Second World War with the British Expeditionary Force in Holland, and after the war he started his own business in Woodbine Street. We moved to live in Marsden Road, and my father's business moved to Ocean Road in a partnership.
Eventually the partnership failed, and we moved to Sunderland Road, just opposite the Ship Inn, where my father's continued his business on his own, and we lived above the shop.
My father's love of music came from my grandfather, James Todd, who was a professional musician and director of the orchestra at the Queen's Theatre in South Shields. I was steeped in music from an early age, and I often went with my father to Dr Emanuel Anderson's house on a Sunday morning where a small group would play string chamber music. It was here that I met (and played for) Yehudi Menhuin and John Lill!
My mother, Minnie, was with the WAAF during the war, and a very busy butcher's wife after that. Her father was a grocery store manager, eventually becoming area manager for a chain of grocery stores in the south, based in Bedford.
I had a brother, James, who was 4 years younger than me and quite different in personality. Sadly, he died in a car accident at the age of 17 - the picture on the left was taken only a couple of weeks before the accident in 1972.
In 1985, my parents moved down to Welwyn Garden City, where I had lived from the mid 70s. The picture above was taken just before they moved. After a long illness, my father died in 1990 - my mother died in March 1999.
School and Work
I left school the same week that Armstrong walked on the moon, heading towards my childhood ambition of becoming a television cameraman. I joined the BBC in September 1969 on a course at their Wood Norton Hall training centre, just outside Evesham, in Warwickshire. After a spell as a trainee, I became a cameraman for BBC Television working on a wide range of programmes. As part of the training, I spent time on TV sound and on "electronic effects" (including very brief spells on Doctor Who and Top of the Pops), and did a lot of swinging and driving of camera cranes.
Although most of my friends from school had gone to university, I did not. However, the Open University was founded soon after I left school and in my early days in TV I was a student with the OU. The degree was broad-based, but my "major" was with in psychology.
In the mid-70s, I decided that the pictures were better on the radio, and so were the people. So I moved to BBC Radio, based in Broadcasting House, and became a Technical Operator in the main Control Room. Here we switched audio circuits, tested outside-broadcast lines, managed the transmission distribution, did the technical operation of all of the BBC's national radio networks and balanced DJ programmes.
We got involved in many big events, and during that time I worked as the International Technical Co-ordinator at Broadcasting House for the Pope's pastoral visit to the UK in 1982, and during the wedding of Charles and Diana I worked with a colleague in the Control Room setting up and feeding the radio and television audio around the world.
I was promoted to supervisor and, following a major reorganisation within BBC Radio, I was appointed to be one of the newly-formed team of Broadcast Duty Managers in 1988, and took up the post in early 1989.
This new job was an interesting one in many ways. We were put together as a a team of five, providing "operational management" cover 24 hours a day, 7 days a week. The role was to make sure that BBC Radio keeps broadcasting no matter what - from technical faults to terrorist attacks, from DJs turning up late to war.
The BDMs were the central co-ordination point for just about any emergency, from internal problems to a national emergency, and were the government's key operational point of contact. And when the rest of the BBC went home, the BDMs managed BBC Radio's technical staff and studio facilities.
At one point I was "invited" to be BBC Radio's spokesman on the Greenwich Time Signal in a tiny part of a major BBC2 TV programme for Arena (called Radio Nights). As it happens, it was very tongue-in-cheek and, at the end of a long filming session, they used only the most embarrassing bit!
Each of the Broadcast Duty Managers had his own specialisation - mine was emergency & contingency planning. Whether it's local emergencies, civil emergencies or national emergencies, the BBC has an important role to play, and I've done some interesting training courses as a result (but if I told you about them I'd have to shoot you!)
In 1999 I was part of the BBC's team setting up the contingency arrangements to see the BBC and the British Government through whatever Y2K would present us with. And where did I spend the 2000 New Year? In a nuclear bunker, helping lead a small team ... "just in case".
In December, 2003, the Broadcast Duty Managers were awarded BBC Radio & Music's highest honour - the Award for Outstanding Contribution to Radio and Music. I accepted the award (see the photo on the right) which was presented by Greg Dyke, the then BBC's Director General, at the Radio & Music Festival dinner at the Science Museum in London.
The start of the 21st century saw massive changes in BBC Radio. The original "old" Broadcasting House was stripped out and almost rebuilt on the inside, and was to become the core of BBC Radio. Other buildings were demolished to make way for the New Broadcasting House, which were to house BBC News, World Service and more.
As I approached my mid-50s and with a very unpleasant management culture, plus the dawn of these massive changes, the options were to stay for a further few years and fight it all or to leave - so, at the age of 54 I left the BBC after nearly 36 years (the last 16 of which were as Broadcast Duty Manager). I never did see the completion of the new buildings.
Having been born and brought up in the North East of England, I decided to move back there at the end of November, 2006. My initial plan was to move close to South Shields, where I still have family, but through an odd set of circumstances I ended up moving to Rothbury, a wonderful (and somewhat remote) small town on the edge of the Northumberland National Park.
Me and computers
In 1978 I bought one of the first Commodore PETs in the UK (it cost £695) - serial number 1000013. Through it I learned a great deal more about computing, and soon joined IPUG (the Independent PET User Group, later to become ICPUG, Independent Commodore Products User Group, as Commodore introduced their newer machines). I wrote for their bi-monthly journal, and then became Vice-Chairman. Later, I became Chairman for a short while, and saw the incorporation of the group as a "cooperative", but trying to do this and have a difficult shift job proved too difficult, and I had to stand down.
While I was writing, I investigated just how Commodore's floppy disk technology worked and unwittingly became something of an "expert" on it (even people in Commodore UK contacted me to find out how it worked!). As a result, in 1984 I was invited to a computer Summer School at Brandon University, Manitoba, to talk about Commodore disk drives. This was about the time that the Commodore-64 was at its most popular, and the 1541 disk drive the height of the technology.
This Summer School was very significant because there I met Commodore "guru", Jim Butterfield, who I'd corresponded with but never met. I also met a Texas schoolteacher, Betty Clay and her husband, Richard. Betty was in my classes and when I was invited to go the following week to Lincoln, Illinois, to give classes on machine code programming, there she was again.
I joined CompuServe very shortly afterwards, and was using email from 1985 to keep in touch with Betty and others. We've kept in touch ever since, and I've been privileged to visit her and her family several times in Arlington, Texas, and it is through Betty and her family that my love affair with the USA has been nurtured.
After that Summer School, along came Commodore's Amiga. While I was still Vice Chairman of ICPUG, I remember being taken to lunch by Commodore and being told, in the strictest of confidence, of their acquisition of this brand new technology. Just what did we think it should be used for? The sky, supposedly, was the limit.
Needless to say I got an Amiga, and learnt and wrote about it over the years, becoming very attached to the superb technology. After a while I became UK editor of the Canadian Transactor for the Amiga, and then the overall editor when the Canadian magazine closed, editing and "typeseting" the magazine on an Amiga. It was a labour of love - I wasn't paid for the work, and it was all done in my spare time - eventually the magazine folded.
My attachment to the Amiga lasted for many years, but I was using PCs at work and I began to feel a need to have access to a PC at home - so I got a Texas Travelmate laptop. Whilst I was visiting Betty in Texas I decided to buy a CDROM drive for the laptop and very quickly got hooked on the reference technology (particularly DeLorme's Street Atlas program) that this gave access to. The limited range of CDROMs for the Amiga (despite its stunning abilities), and the wealth of material for the PC soon had me reconsidering my allegiance. Very reluctantly, I abandoned the Amiga for the PC, and at the same time gave up writing.
But I'm pleased to say that I never abandoned my friends in the US. I would visit whenever I could, and have had some terrific times with Betty and her late husband, Richard. Betty's daughter, Laura Beth, often "lent" me her son, Bryan - we've had great times, including days out taking photos (we're both keen photographers), at an airshow in Fort Worth, at Six Flags Over Texas and the Texas State Fair (that's me and Bryan on the right, taken in 1998). There is no doubt that a theme park is far better enjoyed with a youngster by your side - you can make a fool of yourself with impunity!
After my father died, in 1990, I was able to take my mother to the US. We visited Betty in Texas a number of times, with side trips to Florida, Arizona and Oklahoma. In 1997 the two of us went with my cousin, Ginia (on my father's side of the family), to stay in rented houses in Florida, a trip we repeated several times. Sadly, my mother passed away in March, 1999, after a short but difficult illness, but Ginia and I continued to take our trips to Florida.
We discovered a wonderful house in Englewood, Florida, and rented it for a couple of years. Then one day I had to go to a meeting in Easingwold, Yorkshire, at which (and by an amazing coincidence) the owner of this wonderful house was giving a presentation. He admitted that he had taken the house off the rental market but when, in 2003, I took a sabatical from the BBC I was able to spend 8 weeks in the US seven of them "looking after" this house in Florida. I contined to visit the house each year, with my cousin Ginia, until it was sold.
In 2011 Ginia and I, plus another cousin, Heather, went back to the same area but in different houses.
Hobbies and Interests
I also love to play the piano. I started to learn when I was about 4 years old, and got up to Grade 7 with the Associated Board (studied to Grade 8 but never took the exams), but these days I cannot claim to be anywhere near as good. Where I now live is big enough for a grand piano, but I make do with Yamaha Clavinova (having given away my Challen upright).
These days I run a number of Web sites.
This one is a personal site, reflecting my own interests - in particular, it reflects my long-standing love of America. It isn't updated very often these days, but still has something like a million hits a year. Pages on the site have been quoted in various publications (including in Lord Melvin Bragg's book, The Adventure of English), copied or quoted online as reference sources, and they even feature in at least two university theses.
The second is one for those who went to my old school (South Shields Grammar-Technical School for Boys) and contains over 500 old school photos. In around 2003 the then Head, Ian Tunnicliffe, allowed me access to the school's archives of old photos and early admisison records. A couple of years later, more old records were uncovered, and I started a process of digitising and indexing admissions from the school's founding in 1885 as the High School for Boys.As of November, 2015, these records are now online, and include the military history of many of those who served during the world wars.
At the start of 2015 I also took over the running of the Rothbury web site. This is currently being redesigned and a new-look site should appear early in 2016.
I also designed and now maintain a site for Over The Bridges the church/community magazine for the Coquet Valley, and I designed and managed a site for Armstrong Hall church in Thropton which I have now closed due to serious issues with those who run the chucrch.
And now ...
But, since November, 2006, I can sit at my computer in Rothbury, Northumberland, and still look across a valley - this time it's the Coquet valley, and instead of small planes and helicopters on the local airstrip, I see low flying RAF jets passing by the window every now and again.
Life in Rothbury has proved to be better than I expected, with lots of new friends and interests. Perhaps the most significant (and unexpected) of these new interests was my decision to start learning the Northumbrian Pipes through the inspirattion of a talented, and then only 11-year-old, piper.
Sadly, I eventually had to admit defeat with the Pipes. Trying to get my fingers to work so differently to the piano fingering, ingrained in me since I was 4, was just too difficult. And the arthritis in my fingers didn't help.
So I spend much of my time working on my old school's archives, being a bit of a "Mr Fixit" for friends and neighbours, working on my web sites and enjoying the company of some very special friends, from 5 to 85.
But the chance move to Rothbury revealed a whole host of coincidences, not least of which was that my mother's distant famiily (the Hindhaughs) had come from the area.
I was browsing in Appleby's bookshop in Morpeth in my first few months in Rothbury and spotted a second-hand reprint of "Upper Coquetdale", a book written by David Dippie Dixon in 1903. For reasons I never fully understood I was drawn to it, and its marked price of £1.50 made it irresistible. It turned out to be £150! But I still bought it, only to discover David Dippie Dixon had married a second cousin of mine.
And from an upstairs window I can see the spot where, in 1843, a distant cousin killed a man and was sent to the colonies.
In many ways, I feel as though I've come home.