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Post by harembee on Sept 21, 2009 15:39:26 GMT -5
I was in Wallsend, Newcastle last weekend and found myself in mourning for a once mighty shipyard. For years I have been visiting this spot to listen to my favourite album; The Soul Cages by Sting, which of course was inspired by the shipyard. Last visit the shipyard was closed, the cranes being dismantled, their heads bowed in sadness. I sneaked in over the wall in between the security guard's rounds and climbed onto one of the giant structures to enjoy the album in situ for the last time. And now they are gone.  The Swan Hunter Shipyard, as was. So I'm wondering, have you ever lost touch with, or mourned the loss of, a building/place that meant a great deal to you?? |
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Post by lily on Sept 21, 2009 16:43:44 GMT -5
I love your openness and sentimentality Ms Bee!  I miss my old primary school which was pulled down a few years back to make way for a housing estate. I loved that little school, probably because I made some life-long friends there and was taught by some truly inspirational teachers. The bulldozers crushed the bricks and mortar but couldn't destroy my memories. I think of the old place often. Good question!  |
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Post by francesca on Sept 22, 2009 16:12:15 GMT -5
I really miss the old stone beach house in cornwall where I was born. It once belonged to my parents but was converted to a modern guest house some years ago. My mother died when I was young so my memories of her are limited, but I have strong recollections of she, my father and I being happy together there. My Mother was Italian and I remember that this was reflected in the decor of the house and the planting of the garden. It was like a little piece of Italy in the south of England.  |
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Post by harembee on Sept 22, 2009 17:21:37 GMT -5
I miss my old primary school which was pulled down a few years back to make way for a housing estate. I loved that little school, probably because I made some life-long friends there and was taught by some truly inspirational teachers. The bulldozers crushed the bricks and mortar but couldn't destroy my memories. I think of the old place often. Good question! Good teachers are worth their weight in gold aren't they? Similarly true friends from early childhood. Both help to shape the people we become in later life. Thanks for your lovely post, Lily. ;D |
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Post by harembee on Sept 22, 2009 17:40:52 GMT -5
I really miss the old stone beach house in cornwall where I was born. It once belonged to my parents but was converted to a modern guest house some years ago. My mother died when I was young so my memories of her are limited, but I have strong recollections of she, my father and I being happy together there. My Mother was Italian and I remember that this was reflected in the decor of the house and the planting of the garden. It was like a little piece of Italy in the south of England. Chessie, the beach house sounds enchanting. I think Lily summed things up perfectly when she said "The bulldozers crushed the bricks and mortar but couldn't destroy my memories." Big hug. |
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Post by jezmondjez on Sept 23, 2009 16:31:29 GMT -5
I often yearn for life on the river. I used to move around a lot so found living on a catamaran a convenient solution, a base that was affordable and moveable. I'm settled on land these days but do miss the freedom.
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Post by harembee on Sept 26, 2009 15:44:24 GMT -5
I often yearn for life on the river. I used to move around a lot so found living on a catamaran a convenient solution, a base that was affordable and moveable. I'm settled on land these days but do miss the freedom. You lived on a catamaran? How lovely. I've always wanted to own a beautifully decorated canalboat to use as a holiday home. Maybe someday? |
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Post by lily on Sept 30, 2009 16:37:34 GMT -5
I often yearn for life on the river. I used to move around a lot so found living on a catamaran a convenient solution, a base that was affordable and moveable. I'm settled on land these days but do miss the freedom. You lived on a catamaran? How lovely. I've always wanted to own a beautifully decorated canalboat to use as a holiday home. Maybe someday? Me too, Bee. Hey, why don't we rent one together next spring/summer? Or several if others want to join us? |
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Post by drinksmithwicks on Oct 9, 2009 7:05:16 GMT -5
So I'm wondering, have you ever lost touch with, or mourned the loss of, a building/place that meant a great deal to you?? No man-made constructions or arenas for me. What I miss the most is the field, forest and farm that my grandfather used to own. I and my cousins would spend our summers exploring, getting into trouble, or just playing hide-n-seek on those lands, and today, that entire property is now a strip-mall. Gotta love progress. All I have are memories to remind me of how majestic that property was. |
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Post by harembee on Oct 25, 2009 17:23:32 GMT -5
So I'm wondering, have you ever lost touch with, or mourned the loss of, a building/place that meant a great deal to you?? No man-made constructions or arenas for me. What I miss the most is the field, forest and farm that my grandfather used to own. I and my cousins would spend our summers exploring, getting into trouble, or just playing hide-n-seek on those lands, and today, that entire property is now a strip-mall. Gotta love progress. All I have are memories to remind me of how majestic that property was. Geesh, that's heartbreaking. Some beautiful farmland which includes a field of rare wild flowers and ancient trees in my neighbourhood was in danger of being lost to developers a few years ago, but thankfully through endless campaigning we, the local residents and conservationists, were able to save it, for the next decade at least. Progress? I think not! Thanks for sharing your story, Drinksmithwicks. |
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I miss my old primary school which was pulled down a few years back to make way for a housing estate. I loved that little school, probably because I made some life-long friends there and was taught by some truly inspirational teachers. The bulldozers crushed the bricks and mortar but couldn't destroy my memories. I think of the old place often. Good question! 
