Thursday 22 June 2023

THE GREAT LAKES

 


THE GREAT LAKES

Things You Probably Never Knew About The Great Lakes.....

1. Lake Superior is actually not a lake at all, but an inland sea .
2. All of the four other Great Lakes, plus three more the size of Lake Erie, would fit inside of Lake Superior.
3. Isle Royale is a massive island surrounded by Lake Superior. Within this island are several smaller lakes. Yes, that’s a lake on a lake.
4. Despite its massive size, Lake Superior is an extremely young formation by Earth’s standards (only 10,000 years old).
5. There is enough water in Lake Superior to submerge all of North and South America in 1 foot of water.
6. Lake Superior contains 3 quadrillion gallons of water (3,000,000,000,000,000). All five of the Great Lakes combined contain 6 quadrillion gallons.
7. Contained within Lake Superior is a whopping 10% of the world’s fresh surface water.
8. It’s estimated there are about 100 million lake trout in Lake Superior. That’s nearly one-fifth of the human population of North America!
9. There are small outlets through which water leaves Lake Superior. It takes two centuries for all the water in the lake to replace itself.
10. Lake Erie is the fourth-largest Great Lake in surface area, and the smallest in depth. It’s the 11th largest lake on the planet.
11. There is alleged to be a 30- to 40-foot-long “monster” in Lake Erie named Bessie. The earliest recorded sighting goes back as early as 1793.
12. Water in Lake Erie replaces itself in only 2.6 years, which is notable considering the water in Lake Superior takes two centuries.
13. The original publication of Dr. Seuss’s The Lorax contained the line, “I hear things are just as bad up in Lake Erie.”
Fourteen years later, the Ohio Sea Grant Program wrote to Seuss to make the case that conditions had improved. He removed the line.
14. Not only is lake Erie the smallest Great Lake when it comes to volume, but it’s surrounded by the most industry.
Seventeen metropolitan areas, each with populations of more than 50,000, border the Lake Erie basin.
15. During the War of 1812, the U.S. beat the British in a naval battle called
the Battle of Lake Erie, forcing them to abandon Detroit.
16. The shoreline of all the Great Lakes combined equals nearly 44% of the circumference of the planet.
17. If not for the the Straits of Mackinac, Lake Michigan and Lake Huron might be considered one lake.
Hydrologically speaking, they have the same mean water level and are considered one lake.
18. The Keystone State was one of the largest and most luxurious wooden steamships running during the Civil War.
In 1861, it disappeared. In 2013, it was found 30 miles northeast of Harrisville under 175 feet of water.
19. Goderich Mine is the largest salt mine in the world. Part of it runs underneath Lake Huron, more than 500 meters underground.
20. Below Lake Huron, there are 9,000-year-old animal-herding structures used by prehistoric people from when the water levels were significantly lower.
21. There are massive sinkholes in Lake Huron that have high amounts of sulfur and low amounts of oxygen, almost replicating the conditions of Earth’s ancient oceans 3 million years ago. Unique ecosystems are contained within them.
22. Lake Huron is the second largest among the Great Lakes, and the fifth largest in the world.
23. In size, Lake Michigan ranks third among the Great Lakes, and sixth among all freshwater lakes in the world.
24. Lake Michigan is the only Great Lake that is entirely within the borders of the United States.
25. The largest fresh water sand dunes in the world line the shores of Lake Michigan.
26. Because water enters and exits Lake Michigan through the same path, it takes 77 years longer for the water to replace itself than in Huron, despite their similarity in size and depth. (Lake Michigan: 99 years, Lake Huron: 22 years)
27. When the temperature of Lake Michigan is below freezing, this happens.
28. Within Lake Michigan there is a “triangle” with a similar reputation to the Bermuda Triangle, where a large amount of “strange disappearances” have occurred. There have also been alleged UFO sightings.
29. Singapore, Mich., is a ghost town on the shores of Lake Michigan that was buried under sand in 1871. Because of severe weather conditions and a lack of resources due to the need to rebuild after the great Chicago fire, the town was lost completely.
30. In the mid-19th century, Lake Michigan had a pirate problem. Their booty: timber. In fact, the demise of Singapore is due in large part to the rapidly deforested area surrounding the town.
31. Jim Dreyer swam across Lake Michigan in 1998 (65 miles), and then in 2003, he swam the length of Lake Michigan (422 miles).
32. Lake Michigan was the location of the first recorded “Big Great Lakes disaster,” in which a steamer carrying 600 people collided with a schooner delivering timber to Chicago. Four hundred and fifty people died.
33. Lake Ontario is the smallest of the Great Lakes in surface area, and second smallest in depth. It’s the 14th largest lake on the planet.
34. The province Ontario was named after the lake, and not vice versa.
35. In 1804, a Canadian warship, His Majesty’s Ship Speedy, sank in Lake Ontario. In 1990, wreck hunter Ed Burtt managed to find it.
Only, he isn’t allowed to recover any artefacts until a government-approved site to exhibit them is found. He’s still waiting.
36. Babe Ruth hit his first major league home run at Hanlan’s Point Stadium in Toronto. It landed in Lake Ontario and is believed to still be there.
37. A lake on Saturn’s moon Titan is named after Lake Ontario.

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Wednesday 21 June 2023

THE STORY OF OLD JACK

 


"THE STORY OF OLD JACK"
(author unknown0

Good morning said a woman as she walked up to the man sitting on the ground.
The man slowly looked up.

This was a woman clearly accustomed to the finer things of life. Her coat was new.. She looked like she had never missed a meal in her life.
His first thought was that she wanted to make fun of him, like so many others had done before.. "Leave me alone," he growled....

To his amazement, the woman continued standing.
She was smiling -- her even white teeth displayed in dazzling rows. "Are you hungry?" she asked.

"No," he answered sarcastically. "I've just come from dining with the president. Now go away."

The woman's smile became even broader. Suddenly the man felt a gentle hand under his arm.

"What are you doing, lady?" the man asked angrily. "I said to leave me alone.
Just then a policeman came up. "Is there any problem, ma'am?" he asked..
"No problem here, officer," the woman answered. "I'm just trying to get this man to his feet. Will you help me?"

The officer scratched his head. "That's old Jack. He's been a fixture around here for a couple of years. What do you want with him?"
"See that cafeteria over there?" she asked. "I'm going to get him something to eat and get him out of the cold for awhile."

"Are you crazy, lady?" the homeless man resisted. "I don't want to go in there!" Then he felt strong hands grab his other arm and lift him up. "Let me go, officer. I didn't do anything."

"This is a good deal for you, Jack" the officer answered. "Don't blow it.."
Finally, and with some difficulty, the woman and the police officer got Jack into the cafeteria and sat him at a table in a remote corner. It was the middle of the morning, so most of the breakfast crowd had already left and the lunch bunch had not yet arrived...

The manager strode across the cafeteria and stood by his table. "What's going on here, officer?" he asked. "What is all this, is this man in trouble?"
"This lady brought this man in here to be fed," the policeman answered.
"Not in here!" the manager replied angrily. "Having a person like that here is bad for business.."
Old Jack smiled a toothless grin. "See, lady. I told you so. Now if you'll let me go. I didn't want to come here in the first place."
The woman turned to the cafeteria manager and smiled....... 

"Sir, are you familiar with Eddy and Associates, the banking firm down the street?"
"Of course I am," the manager answered impatiently. "They hold their weekly meetings in one of my banquet rooms."
"And do you make a godly amount of money providing food at these weekly meetings?"
"What business is that of yours?"
I, sir, am Penelope Eddy, president and CEO of the company."
"Oh."
The woman smiled again. "I thought that might make a difference." She glanced at the cop who was busy stifling a giggle. "Would you like to join us in a cup of coffee and a meal, officer?"
"No thanks, ma'am," the officer replied. "I'm on duty."
"Then, perhaps, a cup of coffee to go?"
"Yes, ma’am. That would be very nice."
The cafeteria manager turned on his heel, "I'll get your coffee for you right away, officer."
The officer watched him walk away. "You certainly put him in his place," he said.
"That was not my intent. Believe it or not, I have a reason for all this."
She sat down at the table across from her amazed dinner guest. She stared at him intently.. "Jack, do you remember me?"
Old Jack searched her face with his old, rheumy eyes. "I think so -- I mean you do look familiar."
"I'm a little older perhaps," she said. "Maybe I've even filled out more than in my younger days when you worked here, and I came through that very door, cold and hungry."
"Ma'am?" the officer said questioningly. He couldn't believe that such a magnificently turned out woman could ever have been hungry.
"I was just out of college," the woman began. "I had come to the city looking for a job, but I couldn't find anything. Finally I was down to my last few cents and had been kicked out of my apartment. I walked the streets for days. It was February and I was cold and nearly starving. I saw this place and walked in on the off chance that I could get something to eat."
Jack lit up with a smile. "Now I remember," he said.. "I was behind the serving counter. You came up and asked me if you could work for something to eat. I said that it was against company policy."
"I know," the woman continued. "Then you made me the biggest roast beef sandwich that I had ever seen, gave me a cup of coffee, and told me to go over to a corner table and enjoy it. I was afraid that you would get into trouble... 

Then, when I looked over and saw you put the price of my food in the cash register, I knew then that everything would be all right."
"So you started your own business?" Old Jack said.
"I got a job that very afternoon. I worked my way up. Eventually I started my own business that, with the help of God, prospered." She opened her purse and pulled out a business card.. 

"When you are finished here, I want you to pay a visit to a Mr. Lyons...

He's the personnel director of my company. I'll go talk to him now and I'm certain he'll find something for you to do around the office." She smiled. "I think he might even find the funds to give you a little advance so that you can buy some clothes and get a place to live until you get on your feet... If you ever need anything, my door is always opened to you."

There were tears in the old man's eyes. "How can I ever thank you?" he said.
"Don't thank me," the woman answered. "To God goes the glory. Thank Jesus...... He led me to you."

Outside the cafeteria, the officer and the woman paused at the entrance before going their separate ways....

"Thank you for all your help, officer," she said.
"On the contrary, Ms. Eddy," he answered. "Thank you. I saw a miracle today, something that I will never forget. And.. And thank you for the coffee."
God is going to shift things around for you today and let things work in your favour.

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GETTING OLD

 


GETTING OLD
(author unknown)

I have everything that I wanted as a teenager, only 60 years later. I don't have to go to school or work. I get an allowance every month. I have my own pad. I don't have a curfew. I have a driver's license and my own car. The people I hang around with are not scared of getting pregnant and I don't have acne. Life is great. I changed my car horn to gunshot sounds. People get out of the way much faster now.

Gone are the days when girls used to cook like their mothers. Now they drink like their fathers.

I didn't make it to the gym today. That makes five years in a row. I decided to stop calling the bathroom "John" and renamed it the "Jim". I feel so much better saying I went to the Jim this morning.

Old age is coming at a really bad time.

When I was a child I thought "nap time" was a punishment. Now it feels like a small vacation.

The biggest lie I tell myself is... 

" I don't have to write that down, I'll remember it".

I don't have grey hair... I have "wisdom highlights"! I'm just very wise.

If God wanted me to touch my toes, He would've put them on my knees.

Last year I joined a support group for procrastinators. We haven't met yet.

Why do I have to press one for English when you're just going to transfer me to someone I can't understand anyway?

Of course, I talk to myself. Sometimes I need expert advice.
At my age "Getting Lucky" means walking into a room and remembering what I came In there for.

I have more friends I should send this to, but right now I can't remember their names.

Now, I'm wondering... did I steal this meme from you, or did you steal it from me?


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A DISH OF CRUNCHY NOODLES

 

A DISH OF CRUNCHY NOODLES

By Aubren D. & Barren
 

Tonight, after 2.5 years of living here, my oldest son sat down at the table with a dish of uncooked noodles, straight out of the packet, hard and crunchy.

He was about to chow down when I stopped him and asked what in the world he was doing.

He said, ‘I made myself dinner.’

‘But it isn’t cooked. I can cook that, you know.’

‘Well, I wanted to eat something I used to eat a lot with my old family.’

So, we sat down and I asked him to tell me about it.

He said that they wouldn’t feed him due to being passed out (you can guess why) and he would have to make dinner for himself and his brothers (ages 2 and 4 months when they came to us).

He said that all the money they had would be spent on cigarettes and other ‘fun things’ and so he would find change in their van and buy Ramen packets at the store down the street, at 6 years old!

He said he didn’t know how to boil water, so he would eat it like this. And, he actually grew to like it.

So, he would break it up for his siblings, and would try to make bottles for the baby (at 6!!!!!!).

I asked him to make me some.

I sat there beside him and crunched it down with lots of water because it’s not great…and he just started talking about how the first time I made them Ramen, he wouldn’t eat it and I told him I remembered.

He said it’s because it reminded him of his Ramen packets and he didn’t trust me (big thoughts for 9!).

He said he isn’t sad he’s not with his ‘old family’ (his words) anymore, but that sometimes HE LIKES TO REMEMBER HOW STRONG HE HAD TO BE.

I write this so everyone knows trauma isn’t healed quickly (sometimes never), and adoption doesn’t erase the past or the memories.

Kids can change, and they will change with love, but please never give up on a kid because ‘they are hard.’

I walked away in shock, in sadness, and so so so proud of how strong my baby is. He’s so wonderful. And, we love him so much.

Friends, THIS is the life experience of kids who come from hard places.

THIS is living a trauma-informed life.

We can’t imagine what kids from hard places have lived through. It is not just about one act of abuse or neglect, it is about living in survival mode and doing it day in and day out.

It is about making sure younger siblings are also surviving, even at the expense of childhood.

Trauma infuses itself into every pore. Kids just don’t forget it. Their brains and bodies won’t let them.

Those of us privileged enough (yes, I said privileged) to enter into the lives of children with hard life experiences must be willing to sit down, eat uncooked Ramen noodles, and listen. We must not give up.

Our kids didn’t.

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Tuesday 20 June 2023

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Meeting Mr Timmy

Meeting Mr Timmy
by 
Jessica Bullock Scarratt

Mr. Timmy, the angel that walked into my office. He stopped in a week ago asking if I could help him with extreme low back pain that is shooting down his leg. He asked the prices etc and made his appointment for this week so he could gather the money. He comes in on Wednesday 30 minutes early for his appointment and is beyond nice and respectful. Everything I say/ask him, he responds with yes/no ma’am. He fills my heart with joy and happiness just being in the room with him.

After chatting with him, he tells me that he’s been in pain for 3 years and has been turned away several times for help because he doesn’t have insurance or the money, but he knew he had to do something. I can tell he’s in pain, but didn’t know just how bad until I asked him to lay on the table. Bless his heart, tears started streaming down his face and he was moaning in excruciating pain.
He apologized for his tears and I told him not to be sorry and handed him a tissue. By this point, I hear God talking to me and I ask him to please use my hands to help heal him. I started adjusting him and at first, he moaned with each drop of the table (bawling his eyes out in pain now), but said to keep going if it would help. Then, it started feeling better for him.
I hooked him up to the electrical stimulation machine and told him to enjoy some relaxation. When I came back, he said, “Oh my goodness…this is the best I’ve felt in 3 years. Thank you, thank you, thank you.” He stood up and realized he could stand up STRAIGHT for the first time in 3 years. THREE YEARS! Those tears of pain turned to tears of relief and gratefulness. Then tears start rolling down my face too…tears I’ve been holding back the entire appointment. We hug and I feel the Holy Spirit in the office even more. He asked when I wanted to see him again and I walked him up front. I told him I wanted to see him the next day (today) and he asked how much because he’d need to find a way to get the money, but he’d be here. I gave him back his money and told him nothing. He looked so confused….I told him God was speaking to me so strongly and I wanted to bless him and he needs the money for food and that I just wanted to help him. He lost it and BAWLED his eyes out and I gave him a big hug while crying. He told me I didn’t know what this means to him and that he’ll find a way to pay me and told him to please not worry about it and just to pay me in hugs. He was in pure disbelief. We were ALL crying. We ALL felt this God moment.
He came back today with a huge smile on his face and a little kick in his step. He was so happy. He was on the road to recovery. His smile lit up my whole heart. We had gathered a box of snacks, a gift card for subway, and a card. When we gave it to him, he started crying again and just kept thanking us over and over. He gave me several hugs and couldn’t believe the love we showed him after being dismissed so many times. I’ve been thinking about him and praying for him non-stop since then.
With tears in my eyes while typing this, I share this story with you to say this…you never know what form an angel may come in, but I promise you Mr. Timmy is an angel to me. You never know what someone is going through until you ask. You never know what a difference you may make in someone’s life, but I can tell you that Mr. Timmy blessed me far more than I blessed him. With all the evil in the world, there is still good….all you have to do is open your heart and share the love.

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Thursday 15 June 2023

BREAD AND SUGAR SARNIES


 

BREAD AND SUGAR SARNIES

By © J. A. Elliott 2023

I was reminded the other day about the strange combinations of food we concocted and ate as children, growing up through the 1950’s and 60’s in my hometown of Mansfield, here in the UK.

One of my sisters loved buttered bread sprinkled with sugar, it didn’t matter whether the bread was brown or white as long as she could sprinkle sugar on it, then she was in heaven. I remember another sister, I did have five of them, liking sliced banana and sugar sarnies, and yet another actually loving Marmite soldiers. Yuk! If they were eating any of these near me, then quite frankly I was retching, yes to me they were horrid concoctions. Now mother loved her cucumber sandwiches. She would make up a dish of cucumber, onion and vinegar, which was then kept in the pantry for days. I’m sure it was more to deter me from raiding the biscuit barrel that it was kept in there, knowing I hated the smell or taste of cucumber. I could even tell if mom had cut up her cucumber then my tomatoes, when she made a salad. Even our milk took on that pungent acrid taste of the cucumber flavoured vinegar, if it was unopened and left in the pantry. It was even worse when we had our first fridge towards the end of the 1950’s. At least now I thought, the cucumber might be put in a sealed container, how wrong I was, it was simply transferred into the new fridge which concentrated the smells even more, and to top it all off, the damn stuff lasted longer by being in there.

One of my all time favourite things was a mug of hot Oxo with added salt, and dipping pieces of bread into it. It was recommended by our family doctor once, beef stock, to build me back up after an illness, and I simply loved it. Sometimes, although I know it’s naughty, because of the salt content and me being diabetic, I do indulge in a mug, the beefy smells take me back to my childhood days, and more memories come flooding back as I sit in front of my computer with my trusted single digit poised. Once again I digress…

As for myself as I’ve said before I loved homemade bread and dripping, and we all loved mom’s homemade Jams. I bet everyone remembers going wild blackberry picking when they were kids, and coming home tinged in those tell tail blue purple juices on our fingers and around our mouths from eating them as we plucked the fruit into our little dishes. Where I lived on Bancroft Lane there were plenty of places for my sisters and me to go blackberry picking every year, and every year mom would make several jars of jam, labelled and sealed then stored in the coldest part of our pantry.

When our homemade jam ran out, like everyone else, when we could afford it we had Robinson’s jam, you know the one with the little Gollywog on the jar. We’d collect the little gollywog stickers so we could get those precious enamelled badges we all loved.

As a child growing up through the 50’s and 60’s, we were made to always have a slice of bread with our tined fruit and Carnation condensed milk, even to this day I’ll never know why this was. If we had a bag of Smith’s crisps, which was such a treat back then we were expected to have a slice of bread with it, we couldn’t make it into a sandwich but we still had to have a slice of bread and butter with it. I remember Smith’s crisps always had a little blue bag of salt inside, very unhealthy today, but back then at least you had the choice whether you wanted your crisps salted or not.

Back in those far away days of my childhood years, we never bothered whether what we ate was healthy for us or not, because mostly we had a balanced diet of fresh vegetables from our gardens or allotments, our portions were small but we never actually starved. Processed foods were in it’s infancy after the war, so most of what we ate was homemade or produced locally. Even our meat and potatoes would have come from local farmers, our fruits and vegetables were seasonal too from our local market. There simply wasn’t any supermarkets around to buy all those exotic foods of today from all over the world. So growing up during the 1950’s and 60’s wasn’t all bad.

FOOTNOTE
I actually like cucumber today, although not in vinegar.

The Golliwog character, used by Robinson’s jams etc. were withdrawn in 2001 for various reasons. The enamel badges produced by them are highly collectable today.
So as not to cause any offence to anyone I have chosen not to publish any images of a Gollywog with this posting, although I personally loved those little character badges and collected many as a child, as did most of my friends.

Mansfield saw its first supermarket open on Church Street, by Supersave in 1970/71, three stories, with escalators between floors, and a second entrance/ exit into a car park on Toothill Lane

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BEAUTY SCHOOL DROP OUT---WELL NOT QUITE

BEAUTY SCHOOL DROP OUT, WELL NOT QUITE
By © J. A. Elliott 2023

Ok, so it was really miserable outside, the usual cold springtime rain was simply throwing it down. It was a Sunday afternoon, nowhere to go, and nothing on TV worth watching either, doh!. How on earth did we ever cope back in my childhood days during the 1950’s and 60’s, without TV’s, video players or DVD’s, no games consoles, tablets or ipads either, only boring board games like Ludo, Snakes and Ladders or the dreaded Monopoly, all guaranteed to get my sisters and me fighting like cats and dogs over who’s cheating or some other triviality. Like who gets the top hat or little dog as their play piece…
I reached out and grabbed the first DVD in my collection, and low and behold, which one did I choose, on top of the pile I might add was ‘GREASE’ a film about a 1950’s high school staring John Travolta and Olivia Newton John, I think it was made way back in about 1978. I thought what the heck, after all it had some great music…
Now then because the film was actually set in America, it reflected nothing of my own school days. After all I left school at 15, and these kids were about 18, never the less, one song in particular sent my memories rushing back to those bygone days of yesteryear somewhere during the 1960’s
In the 1960’s when my sisters were teenagers, they had a passion for dyeing their hair, or at least having it done at the local hairdresser. As for myself, I too had long hair, unlike today, where my parting once was a footpath, it’s now receded to a four lane motorway, and my long flowing locks have long since gone, along with my youth…
Ooops, I’m starting to digress again as I write. Anyhow, back to my story. Christine was next to the eldest and mad about the rock star Cher, and seeing as how she loved wearing her leather jacket, with ‘PIP’ emblazoned on the back, because her boyfriend Paul had a motorbike, which is ‘another story’ for another day, Christine wanted to emulate her rock idol by having her hair dyed jet black and cut in a sort of Egyptian style, just like Cher, and it really suited her because she was always tall and slender too. My second sister Susan had a natural dark brown hair, but often dyed it with a deep auburn colour. Jean was always a mousey blonde, but once bleached it, and she looked like one of the kids out of that film, ‘Village of the Damned’ freaky was the best way to describe her, especially with her pale complexion…
Now to the crux of my story, Pauline, my third sister was born with bright ginger hair and masses of freckles all over her chubby face. The rest of us were fairly slim, but not her, with her nickname of ‘Porky Pauline’. She was so fed up being picked on for her bright orange hair; she decided to have it dyed. The hairdressers around us flatly refused to even attempt any dye on the market for fear of adverse effects, yes just like when Frankie Avalon sang to ‘Frenchy’ about her pink hair, those hairdressers warned my sister that she might end up with a weirdly coloured result. My sister bought a black dye from our local Co-op and some peroxide to first get rid of her original colour.
Well, you could have knocked us all down with a feather when she emerged from our bathroom and took off the bath towel covering her still wet hair, we all fell about laughing, and her hair was now a beautiful shade of lime green. Yes we all laughed except my sister, who stood in tears sobbing over her mishap. Even mum couldn’t help but break into hysterics over the sight of my sisters new hair colour. Now It might have been acceptable if we were Irish and it was Saint Patrick’s day, but alas we were not. Mum rushed my sister to the hairdressers, who also fell about laughing, to have Pauline’s hair cut short into a crew cut style, so the green would grow out much quicker, but she still wore a head scarf to school…
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USING OUR IMAGINATIONS

USING OUR IMAGINATIONS
By © J. A. Elliott 2023

When I was a boy growing up during the 1950’s and 60’s in my home town of Mansfield, I was a Cowboy, Roy Rogers, Hop-along Cassidy or the Lone Ranger. I remember the little sheriff’s outfit I had, with it’s star of silver, and the cap guns that sat in their leather holsters on either side of my hips. The old brush from the yard was my makeshift horse as I ran down Bancroft Lane shouting ‘Hi Ho Silver’ and waving one of my cap pistols in the air, the smell of spent sulphur wafted my nostrils as I shot a few rounds at the baddies, lurking near the bushes. We would swap around a bit, some days being the goodies, others being Billy the Kid and his band of outlaws. Sometimes I was a spaceman like Dan Dare from my comics, or the great Flash Gordon fighting to save earth from the evil Emperor Ming, our rocket ship being an old abandoned pram that’s seen better days, but to my friends and me it was whatever our imaginations could make it, from a boat in our pirate adventures to a world war two Spitfire shooting down a German Messerschmitt in a dog fight over our little Mansfield town.
One day I was Superman, with my red jumper tied around my neck to form a cape as I flew down our street to stop that runaway train and rescuing the damsel in distress, well one of my sisters laying on the pavement, shouting ‘Help Me, Help me Superman’
I was a crack commando wearing the balaclava that my mum had knitted, with mud on my face I fought my way to the old hut across the overgrown field, after all it was a German fortress and I had to knock out those machine gun posts, throwing small stones as pretend grenades to blow them up.
Another day, and another game, today I was a knight in shinning armour wearing a colander on my head, and the old dustbin lid as a shield, and a small garden cane as a sword. I was Lancelot or Galahad, King Arthur or Percival, defending the round table from the fierce dragon that lived at the bottom of our garden. It was the neighbours growling pet dog really, but to us it was our dragon for the day.
Our games were only limited to our own imagination. Every Saturday my friends and I would go to the Granada cinema, the sixpenny rush as it was affectionately known, to see our hero’s on the big screen, then rush home and re-enact what we had seen within our own games, adding bits to the plot here and there, as we went along.
These were the days of great adventures, where games and imaginations knew no bounds. A time of innocent fun as we frolicked in the sunshine enjoying the fresh air, after all, we only had a few real toys so we had to use our imaginations. I cannot remember ever being bored when I was growing up during the 1950’s. My friends and I always found something to do or some game to play. We didn’t have home computers; we didn’t have laptops, mobile phones, tablets or games consoles, all we had was ourselves and our own creative imaginations, using whatever we had around us, and like the song “We had joy, we had fun, we had seasons in the sun But the hills that we climbed were just seasons out of time”
The memories of those far away days still linger on, as vivid a picture in my mind as they ever were. My friends from my childhood games have all now past away and I alone am left with these treasured memories of our long summer days together playing in the sun.
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