quented such establishments. We were regarded as 'neds', not because
we were (not real neds anyway), but because, compared to our fellows
(all saintly-minded believers who saw Jesus as their 'personal Saviour'
and who were liable to break into a chorus of 'Kumbaya' - with guitar
|The basement fire exit. Members came and went|
through here to and from the garden. The barred
window on the left is the one seen from inside the
basement's main room in the next photo
One such club was held in the basement of what used to be
the manse, within the same grounds as the church itself. The
|If I recall rightly, an old radiator was affixed to the wall under the|
window, and the seating was previously oblong wooden box-like
structures with square cushions on top for comfort
as what we Scots call the 'leader-aff' by my group, which was probably
a good thing as I tended to rein them in a bit from indulging in the full
However, yet again I'm reminded of just how fleeting the years
are, and how quickly events of the present become mere
echoes of the past in the haunting halls of memory.
|I remember sitting in the room through the doorway back in the|
'70s, but can't recall if it housed a pool table back then. I dimly
see a table tennis table in my mind, but could be imagining it
place to me on a weekly basis (perhaps even twice-weekly, as
there may've been a Wednesday meeting as well as a Sunday one)
for a couple of years or so, faded from my mind once I'd left it behind.
(I simply became too 'old' for a 'youth' club.) However, I think there's
a difference between not thinking about something and truly forgetting
it, and all it takes is a sight (or a scent) of something familiar to bring it
all back to the forefront of one's thoughts as if it were only yesterday.
Ever had a similar experience while revisiting a place from your far-
away youth? Then feel free to share your reminiscences with
all your fellow Criv-ites in the comments section.
|A view of the garden - the building on the left once wasn't part of it,|
and there used to be a huge tree roughly in the middle of the lawn
|The front of what used to be the manse. The extension on the|
left sits on what was once part of the garden, as was the car park
|This photo was taken from the bowling green on the other side of the|
church in the above photo (that's it on the left). You can see part of
the annexe hut to the right, which is where the extension now sits...
|...as you can see from this recent photo|
|The Old Village Hall across the road from the church|
was being transformed into a theatre at the time...
|...and here's the same view nearly 40 years later|
|The stairs to the basement|
|Basement seen from the doorway|
|View from inside the pool room|
|View of the main room from pool room doorway|
|The kitchen is situated around to the far right|
|This closed-off stairway is situated between the|
previous scene and the next one. It was thus in
my day too. Teenagers used to sit here chatting
|The stairway in the previous pic is to the left of the doorway|
|The kitchen looks surprisingly smaller than I remember it, but I|
don't think it had so many cupboards and stuff as it does now
|The window on the right was once just an open frame, through which|
members would take a shortcut into the kitchen from the staircase
|Back around to the main room...|
|...and up the stairs to the outside world. Our|
visit's over, so "Th-th-that's all, folks!"