From time to time throughout my blog I thought I would share memories of my sisters. After all it is in their memory that I will be riding.
The mind is a strange and powerful thing. It control’s ones physical being more than I ever realised. Until recently it has been difficult to find memories of my sisters. I couldn’t seem to open the door to them. I have wondered if I am losing my mind or if I am cold and without feeling for not having a deep store to draw from. It was as though there has been a gatekeeper telling me to stay away, "don’t go there mate, you’ll only suffer if you go in". The pain of losing Janet and Erika seemed to have locked me out.
Its a much used phrase but time is a great healer. I have recently found myself chuckling, smiling, laughing out loud and cringing at memories popping like golden nuggets into my head. I think the gatekeeper has decided its time move on and that is probably why I am ready to do something to help.
By the way I’m typing this on my Mac whilst listening to 'Mandy' by Barry Manilow. I know that I'm inviting a barage of mickey taking from my mates but it was Janet’s favourite song. She was a huge music fan and ‘Barry’ was her No.1. So Barry sits proudly in my iTunes collection along with much more of Janet and Erika’s music. I’ll tell you more of these tracks in later posts.
Janet & Me
Some of my earliest memories must have been when I was four, maybe five. It was probably just before my brother Harvey was born. My Grandma used to have us stay at her house, doubtless whilst my Mum and Dad got some much needed respite from the three of us . Janet would have been seven and Erika about two. My Granddad had died a couple of years earlier so there was just Grandma. Her home was in a well kept row of council houses on Charlestown road in Blackley, north Manchester. I remember it was directly opposite Boggot hole Clough, a very large municipal park that had beautiful gardens and flower beds as well as a large boating pond, running track and a children's playground with swings and slides. There were peacocks roaming around with the ducks and geese. It was paradise.
Mum, Erika, Me and Janet (I think at St Bees in Cumbria) I'm not crying, I've just got something in my eye
Janet and I used to play on those swings all day. I think Erika was a little too young and only came over when Grandma had time to spare but I do remember pushing her on the special lower swing for very young kids. Janet was really quite good on the swings. I was always a little bit in awe of her as she could get the swing horizontal and beyond. I cringe thinking about it now as it was really dangerous. There was no soft rubber area like they have now. But as kids you feel invincible.
Erika at Lyme Park - (caption - "hurry up with the photo I'm bursting")
We used to play with the local kids and were really friendly with some of them. I do remember once being asked where we lived and being very surprised when I was told I was 'posh' for living in Marple. The last thing I thought we were, was 'posh'.
Janet and Me or are they giant hamsters? on the adventure playground at Lyme park - she was fearless
Grandma's house had two bedrooms, so with three kids staying it posed a bit of a problem. As we were all so young the three of us just got in the double bed in the back room. I thought this was brilliant and was always trying to make Janet and Erika laugh by telling silly jokes or teasing them. We ended up in fits of giggling on numerous occasions. One night I had a final warning to be quiet and go to sleep from my Grandma. I finally got my come-uppance. Grandma came storming into the room and marched me off to her room. As the culprit I had to sleep in her bed . I remember lying there motionless, not saying a word and feeling very sorry for myself. I could hear Janet and Erika quietly giggling in the other room, so what it must have sounded like when I was in there is anyones guess? Very loud I suspect!. Grandma was a bit scary when she was annoyed. She could be very strict (she certainly needed to be with us) but she was also very kind and fair. I remember at night you could hear the double decker buses running up and down Charlestown road. I think I heard every single one that night.
All I can say about this picture is AWESOME TASH Dad