Nostalgic notions, sentimental sighings, wistful wonderings, rueful reflections, poignant ponderings & yearnings for yesteryear! (With a few profound perplexities & puzzling paradoxes for good measure.)
Monday, 26 September 2011
A HINT OF A GLINT THROUGH THE WINDOW...
I love this time of year. Autumn has its own scents and hues, and, as
it starts to give way to Winter, assumes a magical, hybrid quality of the
two seasons peculiar unto itself. When any last faint remnants of lingering
Summer have finally disappeared and been replaced with the preliminary
signs of Jack Frost's rapidly oncoming kingdom, I can't help but think back
to what an enchanted time it seemed to be when I was a kid.
Getting up on dark mornings, streetlights a-twinkle; the first spidery
glints of frost on the windows and pavements outside; warm milk on my
cornflakes to fortify me for my trek to school; sitting in front of the electric
fire, hypnotized by the shadows of dancing, flickering simulated flames;
the fresh, biting chill of the air - all those memories - or any combination
of them - embody that particular period of my personal history. Even
today, the alluring nature of the season is as much to do with the
warm glow of memory as enjoying it for its own sake.
The walk to school, the chatter of friends, the sheer exuberance of
childhood - how it all comes rushing back to me in torrents. A large part of
those memories is shaped by whatever comics I happened to be buying at the
time: TV CENTURY 21, WHAM!, SMASH!, FANTASTIC, WHIZZER
& CHIPS, MIGHTY WORLD OF MARVEL, SPIDER-MAN COMICS
WEEKLY and many more - all those publications seem to blend into one big
memory (regardless of whether they were actually available or I was buying
them concurrently or not), and span a goodly number of years from primary
to secondary school. (I often smuggled a newly purchased comic into the
classroom in my schoolbag and then had to suffer an agony of waiting
'til I could peruse it during the interval.)
And just think what we had to look forward to at that time of the year; Hallowe'en, Guy Fawkes' Night, Christmas - and I had the added
bonus of having my birthday fall at around the same time. No wonder I
tend to look back on those events with such fondness - I was just the
right age to appreciate them in all their spectacular, multi-coloured,
atmospheric glory. I'm sure it's the same for most people.
So, in an unseemly fit of sentimentality and nostalgia, I've dug
through my files and unearthed some comic covers which would've
been on sale towards the end of the year back in the 1960s & 1970s,
in an attempt to crystalize not only my happy recollections of days
gone by, but - if you're around the same age as myself - perhaps
also your own. Hope you enjoy them.
See? You can go home again - even if it's only for a short visit.