Occasionally I look back in my notebooks and am surprised by what I find. Here's a piece I found today, written over ten years ago. Though I'd craft it differently today, it still made me smile.
A while ago, I returned to my home town - for a meeting at the headquarters of a small chain of newsagents. They're opposite the old Classic cinema, at the top of Monkseaton Drive. I arrived without missing a turn; once worked for them as a boy.
It's twenty five years since I’d been to that cinema (to see Rollerball on a Friday night with Louie) - it's closed now of course; long since boarded up. After the meeting, I drove to the sea, past new estates with unfamiliar names: Ocean Court, Redlands Farm, Priory Mead - the fields gradually giving way.
The seafront wasn't as I remembered. The Pitch and Put, the Lower Prom, the Esplanade, the Spanish City, (memories of Dire Straits and school discos) – all shabbier now; not so much flaking-paint, as a general gaudiness - cheaper, tackier...sadder. And smaller too; it had all seemed so much bigger back then.
There’s a one-way system in town; it takes you behind Woolworth's, past the bus station and Morgan’s hardware store (still there!) to avoid the new pedestrian centre. I looked for old friends and realised, with mild surprise that, of course, they’ll be older now - mothers with children, men in suits, electrician’s vans. There are no familiar faces.
But as I stop for petrol, there's the accent of the girl in the kiosk...
Nostalgia washes over me, as I start the long drive south.
Beautiful and poignant.ReplyDelete
I now have that Dire Straits song on the brain - it always reminds me of moving back to the north east when I started my first job in Durham. I met my husband for the first time at Whitley Bay leisure pool, though at the time I didn't know that. I hear that the pool we knew has been knocked down and another built in its place.ReplyDelete
I found on going back to a place I knew well at first I would be irritated by the changes and then those very changes would take me back to what had been there before very vividly.ReplyDelete
I can remember losing a whole pound in pennies in the funfair at Spanish City, when we visited my husband's grandfather who retired there. That was back in 1968 when it was still thriving.ReplyDelete