Sunday, April 04, 2010
Nostalgia trip
For some people Easter time is a day of some importance.
Quite naturally Christians have much to celebrate today.
The Christian Eastertide also ties in with a much more basic urge to celebrate - the arrival of Spring.
In some families it is almost as important as Christmas for getting together - and the long holiday weekend gives plenty of opportunity for that.
I, personally, have few nostalgic memories of this day.
Yes, we children did eat Easter eggs - simple hollow eggs of a fairly cheap chocolate.
The shape and the shiny paper were special.
I do not remember any other special foods on Easter Sunday, except perhaps some boiled eggs for breakfast which had been dyed a variety of colours.
We didn't normally have eggs for breakfast.
I have eaten no Easter eggs today - well, not entirely true.
One of the stall holders at the Mannings Heath antiques fair had a bowl of little Lindt chocolate eggs and invited me to have one.
We opted for the village hall antiques/collectables fair because we wanted to get out for a while, but felt that the Dorking boot sale might have been a bit dismal. It was drizzling when the alarm went off at 6 o'clock.
I bought 2 lovely iridescent glass mushroom paper weights. Bill bought a camera and a container holding a collapsible cup for the outdoor man to carry along with his hip flask.
Since then it has been a very quiet day.
We had lamb and roast potatoes this evening and opened a bottle of red wine.
As this is a time for nostalgia I will share with you 2 copies of photographs that we bought at the fair on Friday.
They will hold memories for any old Crawley resident.
The 426 bus was the bus we caught into Crawley in my childhood.
Even that sentence couldn't be said nowadays. Once upon a time my family lived in Ifield and sometimes we went to Crawley. Now Ifield is part of Crawley.
There was a bus stop less than 100 yards from our house, opposite The Royal Oak pub.
We didn't use the bus unless there were loads to carry - most of our trips to Crawley were undertaken on our bikes.
The bus pulled into The Square - opposite The George Hotel.
Now there is a strange thing about many of the old postcards we have of Crawley in the 1950s and 1960s - many would seem to have a picture of either my mother or Bill's mother . Perhaps all women at that time looked much the same!
But I am baffled by the picture below.
The woman getting off the bus looks so like my mother - except maybe a little older than she should be looking. But just suppose the photographer had been spotted by the woman and she bowed her head coyly.
What do you think Roger?
We would catch the bus back home from the stop outside The White Hart.
I am not sure yet what we are doing tomorrow.
Quite naturally Christians have much to celebrate today.
The Christian Eastertide also ties in with a much more basic urge to celebrate - the arrival of Spring.
In some families it is almost as important as Christmas for getting together - and the long holiday weekend gives plenty of opportunity for that.
I, personally, have few nostalgic memories of this day.
Yes, we children did eat Easter eggs - simple hollow eggs of a fairly cheap chocolate.
The shape and the shiny paper were special.
I do not remember any other special foods on Easter Sunday, except perhaps some boiled eggs for breakfast which had been dyed a variety of colours.
We didn't normally have eggs for breakfast.
I have eaten no Easter eggs today - well, not entirely true.
One of the stall holders at the Mannings Heath antiques fair had a bowl of little Lindt chocolate eggs and invited me to have one.
We opted for the village hall antiques/collectables fair because we wanted to get out for a while, but felt that the Dorking boot sale might have been a bit dismal. It was drizzling when the alarm went off at 6 o'clock.
I bought 2 lovely iridescent glass mushroom paper weights. Bill bought a camera and a container holding a collapsible cup for the outdoor man to carry along with his hip flask.
Since then it has been a very quiet day.
We had lamb and roast potatoes this evening and opened a bottle of red wine.
As this is a time for nostalgia I will share with you 2 copies of photographs that we bought at the fair on Friday.
They will hold memories for any old Crawley resident.
The 426 bus was the bus we caught into Crawley in my childhood.
Even that sentence couldn't be said nowadays. Once upon a time my family lived in Ifield and sometimes we went to Crawley. Now Ifield is part of Crawley.
There was a bus stop less than 100 yards from our house, opposite The Royal Oak pub.
We didn't use the bus unless there were loads to carry - most of our trips to Crawley were undertaken on our bikes.
The bus pulled into The Square - opposite The George Hotel.
Now there is a strange thing about many of the old postcards we have of Crawley in the 1950s and 1960s - many would seem to have a picture of either my mother or Bill's mother . Perhaps all women at that time looked much the same!
But I am baffled by the picture below.
The woman getting off the bus looks so like my mother - except maybe a little older than she should be looking. But just suppose the photographer had been spotted by the woman and she bowed her head coyly.
What do you think Roger?
We would catch the bus back home from the stop outside The White Hart.
I am not sure yet what we are doing tomorrow.
Labels: family, interesting bits and pieces
