tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3740495193314269367.post4138420127398579001..comments2024-03-28T18:40:59.101+00:00Comments on CRIVENS! COMICS & STUFF!: RAMBLING REPOST: MYSTERIES, MUSINGS, & MEANDERINGS...Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3740495193314269367.post-68744281644261942102017-08-19T14:32:58.946+01:002017-08-19T14:32:58.946+01:00I once did a post about paving slabs in my home to...I once did a post about paving slabs in my home town, and the fact that I get a sense of connection to my own past from walking on slabs that I walked on as a boy. More and more paths are being lifted and replaced with tarmacadam surfaces, which is something I resent. Not just because it means part of my past is disappearing, but also because they crack, sink, and become uneven - making walking on them a nightmare. Paving The Way To The Past is the name of the post if you're interested.Kidhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07224781868125924337noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3740495193314269367.post-29032935714325720742017-08-19T14:02:20.247+01:002017-08-19T14:02:20.247+01:00I too feel a real connection to places I've li...I too feel a real connection to places I've lived or even where family members lived and often like to go for a walk around such places on a nice afternoon. I find something comforting in the thought that as I trudge along a quiet back street, maybe trailing a finger along a wall as I walk, or stepping over the roots of a tree that long ago cracked the tarmac at the edge of the pavement, I'm walking along the same ground that my parents or grandparents did when they were young and strong and full of energy (and alive, in the case of my grandparents!). <br /><br />I sometimes tell myself that this doesn't make sense, that the pavements have probably been resurfaced a dozen times since then and it's not the same ground, but to me it is. I watched a programme recently on telly where Baldrick out of Blackadder walked the ancient trails of England, simple dirt paths across the countryside that have been used for thousands of years, before the Anglo-Saxons or Romans, way back into Britain's dim and distant pagan past, and that's how I feel about walking around streets like that, like I'm walking in the footsteps of my family and that I can somehow feel their presence by doing so. I know this sounds a bit melodramatic, but I would hate to ever be unable to do so - I hope and intend to be visiting those places that mean something to me til whatever age I'm physically able to.Dave Snoreply@blogger.com