Tuesday, November 12, 2013

Home town blues


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 - used to work 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.

4 comments:

  1. 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.

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  2. 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.

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  3. 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.

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