Character Life Memories Memory Poetry

What makes me

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A notable thing is character

Being ones self

Creative experiences that

Define who you are

Even if its the only thing they’ll know you for

A few bumps and scratches along the way

Brain ops and chicken pox two little obstacles

Cerebral Palsy and “Juvenile arthritis” the other

Determination to walk and overcome the obstacles

Each medical “Expert” put in my path

A smile and friendly ear to all

Beavering away at a project or two

Crafting works with my camera (or pen and paper)

Delivering talks at a place of learning

Every week of the year

A keen reader, and audiobook listener

Bookshelves crammed with well known authors

Cricket shares space with Football (soccer) and Sci-Fi

Discworld stories and Tommy Cooper

Each book a page turner

A Family Album, now replaced by SD Cards

Brought to life by an electronic photo frame

Collated scribbles published by others

Don their own little space on the bookshelf as

Excited Spectators and Visitors are greeted by me

And memories of friends and family are all around

Behind individual knick-knacks sat in their spots

Commonwealth memories to

Days of academic achievement

Each one a little piece of the Jigsaw that makes me

Acrostic Childhood Flowers Poetry Seaside

Big Wide World


Salford 4th April 2018

The world is immense – to most people

Over the water there’s places you’ve never been to

During your lifetime – you’ll experience many a new thing

Daffodils won’t be the only flower you chomp on as you

Let your little toes explore the water (with mum and dad’s help)

Enjoying the nice warm sand in a place thats new whilst

Relaxing under a colourful umbrella.

Life Memories Schooldays

Nineteen Eighty Four

Nineteen Eighty Four

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “1984.”

Orwell got it wrong in that novel of the same name.

Why ? I hear the humble reader ask…

It’s quite simple – unless its of a medical nature – nothing can be as fearful to a young mind more than your first day at a new school.

I go past the old places from time to time – amalgamations mean there’s now one great super-school on a Salford Street, servicing the needs of all 11+ year Roman Catholic children in the area – that is of course – if they haven’t passed the entrance exam to the Grammar school in the next door city.

I’m drawn back to my own experience…

Large brown coloured buildings greet me.  A building a lot different to the Junior school i’d been at not a few months ago.  The birds have landed in a much different nest since flying the primary coop…all I could see is squares – lots of squares.  Its a bit overbearing – can I go back to the old place ? I hear another pupil ask his mum…It heightens the fear

Directed towards the cafeteria – the new intake are led in a waiting pattern.  I head through a door to hear a bell ring, and a torrent of bodies passes by.

Chattering classes discussing the new term and the morning events – new opportunities and new subjects to be learned.  Fifth years checking out the lambs to the slaughter.  Well to do Mums and Dads proudly waving embarrassed second years goodbye.

We receive a welcome from the Head and his deputy , and our new form tutors. We are then led down a corridor by an older lad a “prefect”- into what seems like a maze of classrooms

We’re then divided into two…some friends stay together – whilst others meet new friends from other primary schools.

One group takes a sharp left – Art , Pottery, Ceramics…whilst the group i’m in takes a different turn – Technical Drawing, Metalwork, Woodwork

The smell of cooking hits my nose as we stop – Home Economics – or as I knew it later “Cooking” lay a short distance away…so what wonderful class did we end up at?

“Here’s the place”, the prefect smiled.