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I was out in my back garden earlier and as I looked around, memories suddenly resurfaced of the back garden of my previous house, above and below. (My first previous house, a reference which perhaps only long-term visitors to this blog will understand. Don't worry if you don't, it's not important.) In my current abode, I've never been one for sitting out in the garden for some reason, and I wonder if that's why my mind jumped back to an earlier one in which I did.
In all the homes I've ever lived in, only two had access to the house via either the front or back garden as they both had a back lane. The others had an enclosed back garden that could only be reached by the front (through a close in one instance and past the side of the house in two others), so there was no nipping in or out the back door to or from a separate point of ingress or egress, whereas in the particular two with a back lane, I had a choice of two different routes.
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In my previous house, when I went to school in the morning, I did so from either the front or back door, and the same applied when I returned in the afternoon. I played with my toys in the back garden, or sat in the cellar in the garden and listened to the rain hit the roof and pathway, as well as watch it water the grass through the half-open cellar door. By the time we flitted from that house almost mid-way through 1972, I'd spent more time in that garden than in any previous one, mainly due to the fact I'd lived there longer.
Anyway, I've been in my present house for 49 out of the last 53 years, yet I have fewer memories of having spent any time in the garden than its predecessor, which is probably due to the fact I was still a child back then and childhood memories are usually stronger and seemingly longer than the ensuing years. Having said all that, I'll maybe feel differently tomorrow because other memories from other times might demand to be remembered and push their way to the front of the queue, but I won't know until tomorrow is here.
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Yeah, I know what you're thinking - keep them to yourself, Kid. So Crivs, is there a garden in your life to which your memory returns when you think of sitting out in the sun or running about like a maddie full of the exuberance of youth? Have a think then leave a comment if you'd be so good.
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Actually i had difficulty remembering many of my childhood gardens there. Most have come back to me now though. Yeah when I was around 7 to 10 in our garden at that time (1967-70) I remember playing "racing cars" with my 2 pals (Steven and Alan) each Saturday morning ( on sunny days when we had no other plans) and takingcturbs on whose garden we used, we would select 5 of our favourite cars ( Corgi , Dinky etc) and race them round a pre set up garden track. Alan always had the best cars and usually won.
Nice wee reminiscence there, McS. Some readers may wonder why I do such odd posts, but I think it's worth it if it prompts memories of someone's youth, such as it did with you there. Actually, I do have some memories of my present garden, but they're not of the same significance to me (in the main) 'cos I never 'played' in the garden as I did in my previous one. Thanks for taking the time.
Nothing odd Kid, very relatable in fact. I too have garden memories of playing with my toys outside, and like your precious photography shows, a distinct memory (or maybe illusion) of the sun always shining. Amazing times, cheers for the nostalgia fix.
Glad to be of service in reminding you of happy halcyon days, AAW. The thing about these photos is that they were taken 16 years after I'd flitted from the house. See my post 'A True Account Of Time Travel...'
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