Looking for reassurance — 9 Comments

  1. Some more great memories..Thanks Ian, I agree you didn’t need streetlights I used to ride my bicycle home from ‘Maisies’ without lights no problem (hic). The local paper was The Western Daily Press which was headed in a modern print…The gothic style was The Western Gazette which is still going strong and covered all of the local villages and the area up to Yeovil…and came out on a Friday.

    Would the fifth thing be playing around with the old cars in the ‘Croots’ barns????? It was a treasure trove for me..The little old Austin 7 and the Allard J2….Oh and the Massey Harris combine that Max got stuck in once!!!

  2. I never liked the font used by the Press! It didn’t have that serious feel about it! I think it must be an imagined memory. The Western Morning News has a Gothic title printed in a straight line across the top middle of the page – but in my memory it was on the table each morning at eight o’clock, which it couldn’t have been, because Alan White would not have left Langport so early that he would have been delivering papers in the village at breakfast time.

    The fifth thing disappeared completely.

    I had forgotten Max trying to crawl through the workings of the combine – he tried to go in through where the wheat went, with the intention of coming out through where the straw did, at the back. He is still mad – Google him to see his machines!

  3. Poor soul, I hope the meds kick in soon, you sound a little miserable. I loved Barrets Sherbert Fountains, there’s one little English style lolly shop up in the Blue Mountains that stocks all those childhood faves. Talk about comfort food! Feel better my friend.

  4. My favourite Roald Dahl story finishes with the opening of such a sweet shop.

  5. Get well soon, Ian! The Western Gazette brings back memories of my North Dorset childhood – I’m glad to hear it’s still going strong. May God bless you with better sleep tonight.

  6. I still read the Western Gazette online. One of the things I miss in Dublin is having no local paper.

    The steroids play havoc with sleep patterns – but have helped the breathing greatly, thanks.

  7. 1. Watching from the landing window until we could see our uncle’s car lights turn into their farm five miles away.
    2. The Mourne Observer every Friday – local paper, local people, local news – often about the price of sheep…
    3. The Archers. Omnibus edition every Sunday before leaving for church. Church was at noon.
    4. The grocer’s van… and the baker… What wonderful distinctive smells.
    5. Closing the curtains when the lights were lit and shutting out the outside world.

    So many things….life felt so secure in those days… Thanks for triggering off a host of good memories.

  8. Den Legg only retired from delivering the bread two years ago. He had been doing it for over forty years. Sarah, mum and I used to get doughnuts on a Saturday from him. Mmmm. This was after you had departed English shores.

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