Memories

I just remember endless unhappiness , shouting , fighting , like a mini Beirut! I literally couldn't wait to get out of the house at 18 and move as far away as possible ( 250 miles to be exact ) , and travel the world in the Navy and forge my own life.
I'm desperately trying to make Peters life happy and full and anxiety free, so that he can be a far happier man than me in the future with the knowledge that he is loved and treasured.

I have just been watching Eastenders I know this is a pretty naff programme and many will have switched channels or simply have avoided it but I watch because my Nan lived in Fasset Square , her house a house that I visited many times was the one on the corner that looks out over the square( I know it has been rejigged and there is no pub there ) . Fasset Square is the setting for Eastenders I remember looking out of her bedroom window looking down on the square, just up the road was a children's hospital ( this is not in the programme) and a distant nephew of mine died at the age of 3 . So I watch mainly because of the connections and memories.

I do feel that memories shape our own future , so what memories stay with you guys , what do you all pass on to your children or grand children, or is there something special that you remember from your past.

BFN

JulieX

My own home sounded much the same as Chris's the combination of that and me being a "difficult teenager" I left at 16 as soon as I could. It didn't kill me and I am pleased to say that I did reconcile with both my parents to some degree allbeit much later in life.

My grandparents on my Mum's side provided a sanctuary for all 5 of us siblings at various times in our childhoods, never all together because by the time I was going there the elder two were at college or boarding school.

My brother was my hero and probably still is to be honest, he used to take me everywhere with him. At my Nan's that would be on marathon bike rides or walks across the countryside seeing how many different types of birds he could identify (This year will be my 3rd trip out to do much the same in France with him and my fabulous SIL) At home it would be train rides from Didcot up to Crewe or Birmingham where we spent the whole day writing down engine numbers of every train we saw and there were LOTS, of blagging cups of tea from the Station master, the one at Crewe used to give us chocolate biscuits too. Hard to think my brother was only 13 0r 14 then and I was just 5.

When we moved to the Liverpool area he was 17 and could drive, I was only 8 or 9 but almost every other Saturday he would take me to watch Liverpool play football. We used to park his old mini in a little street of back to backs just up the road from Anfield. He had to give the local kids 2 bob to watch the car. This basically was to ensure it still had 4 wheels when we got back but that was the way it was.

I was too young to go on the Kop so he used to stay with me in the boys pen. I could probably still name the team from that 2 year era before he went off to University.

Chris you also have my admiration and respect, ensuring a safe and happy environment for your son and family when your own childhood was so trauamatic is the most loving thing you can do.

I hope every single one of us have memories we can look back at with joy and that we can take every moment of pleasure buidling the memories for the future.

xxxx

Mo

And I Remember...

I Remember all my adolescant days,

And thats going back a few years now,

There was Quatermass and Journey into Space,

Their voices still ring loud and clear somehow,

The Eagle, Blackjacks, everlasting strips,

Things I read like Biggles,

And Newspaper round my chips,

National Health Orange Juice,

Birthday ten-bob notes,

Idiot mittens with the strings around our throats

I remember bags of coloured rubber bands,

Streets that never had no yellow lines,

There was Snake belts, mine was red and blue,

Shops with metal ovaltinie signs,

Fags around the bike-sheds, when my brother was a Ted,

Transistor radios we smuggled into bed,

Cold winter mornings, when the school milk froze,

Third pint bottles, yes I still remember those,

But I can't remember what I said to you,

That apparantly broke your heart in two,

And I can't remember quite honestly,

The last time you told me you loved me...,

Saturday morning picture shows,

How we whistled when the film broke down,

Frozen jubblies, flying saucers, liquorice wood,

And lead soldiers in a box for half a crown,

Having friends to tea, but never in the week,

Trying to ask a girl out, but forgetting how to speak,

Roy of the Rovers, in his red and yellow shirt,

Building roads for dinky toys, in the garden dirt,

But I can't remember what I said to you,

That apparantly broke your heart in two,

And I can't remember quite honestly,

The last time you told me you loved me...,

No I can't remember quite honestly,

The last time you told me you loved me...,

Memories
Rlass n me have alot last few days with sorting the stuff out from in the loft
Found paper work from when we last sold an house also from when i started work for GPO telecommunications, old school reports, kids drawings it seems endless
Soon be time to make new memories in our new bungalow
Wouldnt want to make these with anybody else