More recently, I took a walk along to that same neighbourhood with my Kellogg's Thunderbirds 2 & 4 toys, the originals of which I owned in the '60s. Just having them in the same place where I played with their twins as a lad holds an odd significance for me and it's difficult to resist indulging myself. It's like revisiting the past in a way that's almost tangible, and there's quite a number of items I've taken with me on such sojourns over the years, something which I'll probably continue doing for some time to come.
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Tuesday, 28 May 2019
PERPETUATING THE PAST...
More recently, I took a walk along to that same neighbourhood with my Kellogg's Thunderbirds 2 & 4 toys, the originals of which I owned in the '60s. Just having them in the same place where I played with their twins as a lad holds an odd significance for me and it's difficult to resist indulging myself. It's like revisiting the past in a way that's almost tangible, and there's quite a number of items I've taken with me on such sojourns over the years, something which I'll probably continue doing for some time to come.
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No your not bonkers... Otherwise I would be in the padded cell next to you.. Your lucky your old homes are still in existence my one burnt to the ground years after we moved...
ReplyDeleteOne day I'll win the Lottery and buy all my old homes, LH. Then I'll really indulge my strange compulsion. Better happen soon though, before I'm much older.
ReplyDeleteYes, you are a bit bonkers but that's what makes the blog interesting :D
ReplyDeleteThis coming Saturday (June 1st) will be exactly 10 years since I bade a sad farewell to the house I grew up in. My mother was becoming increasingly frail and had to go into a nursing home - she died just three months after entering the home. I had moved out of my childhood home in 1991 but I went back regularly to visit my parents - obviously when my mother went into a nursing home my connection to my childhood home was severed forever. Leaving for the final time on June 1st 2009 was a very emotional moment.
No, it's ME who's interesting, CJ - it's the BLOG that's bonkers.
ReplyDeleteYes, saying goodbye to anything (or anyone) that you've known for most of your life is bound to be an emotional moment. Did you take any photos of the house perchance, just to remind you of it, and have you ever been back since?
No, I've never been back since and I didn't take any photos but I don't need any - my memories are very vivid.
ReplyDeleteI've always found that, despite however vivid my memories appear to be, they're made even more so with a little visual stimuli.
ReplyDeleteIt's never occoured to me, this, but I think it's a good idea.
ReplyDeleteAnd I thunk it all up by myself, PD.
ReplyDeleteI totally get this business about your taking certain childhood artefacts back to where you first had them. I have a regular compulsion to detour past my childhood home (we moved out in '77!) and have often thought that taking along an old copy of Spider-Man Comics Weekly or Shiver and Shake would add a lot to the nostalgia. The sad truth is, the newsagent round the corner where I bought all this stuff is now a gentrified drinking hole and I just don't have the guts to go sit on my old steps and read a comic, as much as I'd like to! On the scale of weird behaviour here in Hackney it's pretty low-level, but I'd guess it would still be difficult to explain to the current tenants! So while it might be a bit eccentric, this aspect of your hobby isn't unique - I just think most wouldn't actually have the nerve to follow it through. What better place to re-read a 45 year old comic than it's proper surroundings? - Steve, Hackney
ReplyDeleteThe way to do it, Steve, is to take a pal along with a camera, chap the door and explain to the current occupants that you used to live there, and ask if it's all right if your pal takes a photo of you on the steps holding a comic you had at the time - just to recapture the moment. You'd be surprised at how agreeable most people are to indulging other folk's nostalgia once it's explained to them. I'm glad that I got photos of me in one of my former back gardens, because a few years ago, it was drastically altered beyond recognition. At least it still survives in photos, which helps to reinforce my memories.
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