Surviving the past one day at a time
Posted in Memories, Mental Archaeology, Nostalgia on Dec 26th, 2009
We’d arrived at Granddad’s towards the end of the week so it wasn’t long before Sunday came round. It hadn’t occurred to me that Sunday was always Sunday, no matter where you are, and I couldn’t help a feeling of disappointment when I saw the clothes that Mum had put out for me. Clean, perfectly [...]
Posted in Memories, Mental Archaeology, Nostalgia on Dec 25th, 2009
I consider myself to have been fortunate in that I had a very happy childhood until a certain person took it upon himself to ruin it but don’t get the idea that it was all a bucolic idyll, unsullied by care. This story is apt for the season as it touches on acts that can [...]
Posted in Memories, Mental Archaeology, Nostalgia on Dec 24th, 2009
Of course this adventure took place in summer but somehow the sheer excitement of the experience seems appropriate to the season so as an anodyne to the cold weather here is the continued tale. After Granddad and I got back from the war memorial I was sent out to play while he and Mum had [...]
Posted in Memories, Mental Archaeology, Nostalgia on Dec 23rd, 2009
My last story was pretty intense even now, nearly 50 years, later that shared moment with my Granddad cuts very deep. Today I think I’ll return to the lighter side of the adventure and get back on to the train as it were. The level of excitement that I’ve portrayed might seem strange to people [...]
Posted in Memories, Mental Archaeology, Nostalgia on Dec 22nd, 2009
A bit of a fast forward now but this little story while rather sad says a great deal about the sort of child I was in the ‘before’ days. It was getting dark by the time we got to Granddad’s house so I had no idea what the place looked like. After lots of hugs [...]
Posted in Memories, Mental Archaeology, Nostalgia on Dec 21st, 2009
The only thing I remember about the taxi ride to Paddington is that I had to sit on a funny fold-down seat as the back seat was full of Mum and the girls. It wasn’t very comfortable and I kept sliding off, if the floor hadn’t been so dirty I’d have sat there but khaki [...]
Posted in Memories, Mental Archaeology, Nostalgia on Dec 20th, 2009
Our train finally arrived, pulled by a big, noisy and smelly diesel engine and Mum managed to get us and our luggage, with the help of the porter, settled into a compartment that had a corridor beside it. Naturally I wanted to go exploring but was swiftly subdued by threat of the ultimate punishment. That [...]
Posted in Memories, Mental Archaeology, Nostalgia on Dec 19th, 2009
Something a bit cheerier today and, unless my memory’s played me false, it was all good. The year was 1960 and I was seven. Our Grandfather had asked Mum to take us all up to visit him in Port Sunlight, Cheshire and had sent money for train fares and even a taxi to the railway [...]
Posted in Memories, Mental Archaeology, Nostalgia on Dec 18th, 2009
I did warn you all that not all of my early stories are funny and while this little tale has a rather cute moment it’s mostly quite serious. To make sense of this story I need to give you a bit of background, please bear with me. My father, the biological one that is, never [...]
Posted in Memories, Mental Archaeology, Nostalgia on Dec 15th, 2009
I’ve mentioned in earlier posts that there was a pub about a mile from the village that Richard and I used to sneak off to when we were 15 well, there it is above you, the Three Horseshoes at Lickfold. These days it’s called the Lickfold Inn and is a soulless eatery, part of a [...]
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