Tuesday, 2 March 2021
REFLECTIVE REPOST: LETTER IN A SHOEBOX...
As related in an earlier post (here), we lived in her old house for eleven years before moving elsewhere, only to move back again just over four years later. We'd been back only a few months when a friend informed me that the field I'd played in as a boy (across the road from the house we'd vacated in 1972) was due to have amenity housing for pensioners built upon it, which, to me was very sad news indeed. I always feel much the same when I hear of a childhood landmark about to bite the dust - there goes my past.
I got some good photos and made another couple of trips over the next few weeks, to grab a few more snaps of what I'd missed first time around (she'd kindly let me take some pictures all around the house) and, on the last occasion, to present her with a box of chocolates and a little ornament to thank her for her kind indulgence. I also gave her a cassette tape of JIM REEVES and said I'd give her some other music the first chance I got. Some time later, I duly posted them to her as I didn't want to wear out my welcome by turning up on her doorstep yet again like the proverbial bad penny.
Some weeks (if not months) later, on the 14th of June, 1990, I received a letter from Mrs. Mitchell, thanking me for the tapes and informing me that she'd now moved to another address. (If I remember correctly, she told me in a subsequent conversation (either by 'phone or in person) that the tapes had been forwarded to her from the old address to which I'd sent them.) She was only in her new flat for a few short years before she died, making the effort of moving seem more trouble than it was worth to my way of thinking, but obviously she had no way of knowing what the future held for her. (Who does?) Interestingly, her new home was quite close to ours, being only a few minutes away in the same neighbourhood. It's a shame she never got to enjoy it for longer.
Anyway, I cleared out quite a few things from that old shoebox, but I decided to hold on to Mrs. Mitchell's letter. It somehow seems right at home here.
Posted by Kid at Tuesday, March 02, 2021