Surviving the past one day at a time
Posted in Memories, Mental Archaeology, Nostalgia on Jan 26th, 2010
Here we are then, the magic 100th post. I can’t believe that I’ve found that much to say and I’m flattered that so many people have found it worth reading. In honour of the occasion I thought I’d regale you with the sequel to the farce of my hospital stay in 1975. Conventional wisdom tells [...]
Posted in Memories, Mental Archaeology, Nostalgia on Jan 25th, 2010
Well it was a great weekend and not one bad thought managed to undermine the fun, but now it’s time to get back to the sometimes distressing business of the book. The self doubt of a few days ago has gone and I’m once again certain that I’m doing the right thing in telling this [...]
I’m dotting about a bit randomly at the moment, partly to get my mind off the memories that I’m deliberately digging up for the book, tell you what those demons had better damn well be dead when I get it finished. After moving to London in 1975 I found myself in the care of an [...]
For no reason other than I remembered it another little adventure from the innocent days and a lesson in how to scare your mother half to death. I would have been 9 at the time and had just moved up to the top class in Primary school. A couple of weeks into the new term [...]
There’s a bit more to the winter story from 62/63 which I feel like sharing, it’s nice to visit the happy times. Where I grew up there was no way out of the village that didn’t involve going up hill and by the time the Christmas holiday was coming to an end the combination of [...]
Posted in Memories, Mental Archaeology, Nostalgia on Jan 4th, 2010
OK This is a funny story although for me it wasn’t at the time. It became one of my Mother’s stock tales calculated to embarrass me in front of friends and relatives when I was a teenager. The year was 1962 and I was at the grand old age of 9. It was a blazingly [...]
Posted in Memories, Mental Archaeology, Nostalgia on Jan 3rd, 2010
The doctor who came to see me was my favourite, the oldest one in the practice a big friendly man who claimed that he didn’t like children but always seemed to have sweets to cheer them up, he knew I wasn’t feeling right when I quietly declined a treat. He also never forgot to warm [...]
Posted in Memories, Mental Archaeology, Nostalgia on Jan 2nd, 2010
These tales from my early years aren’t prompted by self-obsession rather they’re intended to give a broader picture of me, who I was, who I became and, perhaps, why I’m still very angry after all these years. This particular story is from 1961 when I was eight. It isn’t a funny story and very nearly [...]
Posted in Memories, Mental Archaeology, Nostalgia on Dec 29th, 2009
Being in Port Sunlight there was one trip that was inevitable, taking the Rock Ferry across the River Mersey to Liverpool and it proved an opportunity to discover yet another thing about myself that I chose to see as weakness. Boarding the ferry and doing my best to stand at the railings on the top [...]
Posted in Memories, Mental Archaeology, Nostalgia on Dec 27th, 2009
It’s never nice for a child to discover weaknesses or things that mark him out from other children in a bad way. At the age of 7 I’d already suffered the trauma of having my eye sight fail half way through a lesson and subsequently being told that I’d have to wear glasses all the [...]
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