Tale of a Pencil Case

Salford 18th March 2018

Anyone who’s read the “First Day at School” piece on here, will know how in my first year at High school – i ended up in Needlework for form.

Well, during the school week that year – as well as your regular stuff from English and Maths, Geography, History and all….we had craft lessons and this took us from Woodwork to Pottery.

But before we could get into the really messy stuff.  We had to do the basics

and this meant making a pencil case from scratch

They were all standard size – and made from one standard tartan fabric,

the inner pocket – we could choose a colour from a selection and attached it to the tartan before creating the cases over all shape

I still have memories of lads in their craft aprons yelling out after being stabbed by a stray pin.   For me, my Achilles heel was getting the thread in the needle

Once attached, we were shown how to operate the sewing machine

As i put my foot to the pedal – i watched as the fabric slowly formed into the case

Then the decorations and fixings went on – biased binding, riff-raff braid in all colours and velcro and pop-studs

It took a few sessions to master, but when i finished i’d created something i’d be proud to take into the rest of class with

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Glorious!

Turkish Countryside.JPG

in response to the prompt –
Glorious

Side, Turkey – 2007

Looking through the old photos again

enjoying a walk in the mangavat valley near to our holiday apartment

as i remember, the sun was a little hot – and this was taken later in the afternoon

remains of a roman wall, set among grains and vines

now i look back – it was a glorious view

Random Access Memories

Memorize

Memories are a funny thing

even if your memory is reletively sound

making the memory into something permanent requires an

open mind and something to refer to

remembering mum and dads birthday might be an easy one,  but

if your mind slips, whilst you are

Zedding away in the land of nod – its

easy to let time pass you by – best use a diary!

Out to Sea

Sail

Salford, 6th July 2017

 

A reminiscence

Out on the great waters of the Irish sea

Seventy two feet of ocean going vessel

designed by a master boatman

 

Water moving over the hull of the ship

together moving sails to continue the trip

following course – given by the skipper

adventures i’d dreamt of when i were a nipper

 

Eight novice shipmates with Four Able crew

visiting harbours – some old, and new

steering a course , to places ahead

reaching the dock – before heading for bed

Mountain Meadow

#coloryourworld #cyw #mountainmeadow

Salford, 22nd February 2017

 

Lakeland, painting from photo by B.F.Kirkham

Mountain Meadow,

this colour takes me back to a particular time in my life

when my old boots would come off the stack in the hallway

and i’d journey with mates up and down the motorway

go north – and meet up with the cows of the lakes

rendezvous-ing with cows (mooing)

go south – and meet up with the sheep of the peaks

and reservoir regulars with bright coloured beaks

enjoying whatever the wind and the clouds threw at us

but mostly enjoying a sunny day.

 

A Tale of Old Boots

Good companion

 

 

Capture it….

Enthusiasm

Young minds wondered aimlessly

around the museum space

hearing the sounds around them

as they found their place

 

The colour returned – to their eyes

upon seeing my trolley – to my surprise

and hearing a colleague veterans tale

it was like we’d found the holy grail

 

Stories were told as they wore the hats

and genuine interest grew from these cats

as enthusiasm blossomed around our bit

The teacher wanted to bottle it…

 

For as the veteran told his tale

the enthusiasm blossomed without fail

and communication started tween young and old

as a tale of the home front it was told.