The Inkwell

Moments to Remember

You can pack an awful lot into forty or so years.

That Kodak Extra-chrome box camera captured an awful lot of them as I grew up in my home town.

I have the briefest of recollections of my Great Aunt, Nellie.  She was a great woman, and we visited her regularly by the park in the flats by the great tower block called Nine-acre.

During the Queen’s Jubilee in 1977 – a number of Street parties were held and she and her husband Bob, joined us in the celebration where two lines of tables went up and down the street.  Union Jacks sprayed up and down every available wall

Little blister coming onto view in 1979 – and in the early 80s eating every Daffodil in sight.

Trips out with the neighbours featured prominently when I was younger – when we all clubbed together for the coach trip to either Blackpool or Prestatyn Zoo…Walks on the beach in bare feet, sometimes it was lovely – sometimes ice cold!

(Funny how penguins are one of my favourite birds!)

Camping out with the local scout troop to places i’d thought were an eternity away – sleeping in Nissen huts at Middlewood (just down the road in Worsley) or more further afield at Bispham Hall (to the in-initiated , Not that far away, in Wigan) or Dunham Massey (Almost in another county!  Altrincham, just down the A56)

Every camp – you would see me growing up

First communion pics – only not mine this time – My little sisters

First foreign holidays with another Great Aunts – Millie – another wonderful relation of mine.  I’d also capture pics of Dad, Mum and my Uncles during this time.  Fun and games at seaside resorts and my bucket and spade.

Then there was my great achievement – graduating university – me outside the steps of the Free Trade Hall in Manchester – where I picked up my HND

Then came the volunteering exploits at Manchester’s commonwealth games…and I’ve got plenty of ‘behind the scenes’ shots of that time…together with other pics from events I volunteered at since.