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Little History lesson for you's

  • 04-04-2003 12:53pm
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    Closed Accounts Posts: 1,839 ✭✭✭


    Some of you may be aware of the firestation that opened on the Belgard road in the summer of 1984 or 1985.

    Well, their first very callout was to put out my grandfathers backgarden shed which went on fire some sunny saturday afternoon. About a fifth of the shed was saved thanks to those historic firefighters.

    Its history like this that you fail to find in history books.


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  • Closed Accounts Posts: 3,152 ✭✭✭ozt9vdujny3srf


    And some fail to see how important that shed will prove to be!

    For I am sure ******* will use this shed as a HQ for his boards revolution!!! Its like it is meant to be.


    May we all soon be of equal standing comrades, comrade.*(mmmmmmmmmm communist undertones)


    *Truckle may or may not mean what he just said, in fact, no he doesn't because he is more then happy with the way things are.


  • Closed Accounts Posts: 1,489 ✭✭✭Clintons Cat


    Its history like this that you fail to find in history books

    How very true.

    In the mid to late seventies, i would occassionally accompany my grandfather on his Egg Round,round NW London.Being of cherubic appearance and a well mannered lad many of the old ladies took a shine to me and would give me a few shillings each for sweets.

    Now my grandfather was a raconteur,he could talk for hours on a subject without once repeating himself.What was even more amazing was the way he could keep his audience enthralled as they followed his tales attentively as they meandered without ever seaming to come to a logical conclussion.His stories would interweave with other tales and his audience would nod appriciativly as one tale,new in the telling would meet more familiar ground before being led off down a narrative sidetrack.

    Now my grandfather was from the East End of London. He relocated with wife and family after the war.This was because the Street they used to live in was bombed by the Luftwaffe and was demolished.The whole area was redeveloped.

    An important part of the stories he would tell on his Egg Round would center on who lived where and when.He could tell the whole history of a street and its inhabitants,more importantly where they moved to.I guess in those days the only way to trace someone was by asking someone where they lived,keeping track of who moved where, was a way keeping a community together over both distance and time.

    Another part of his stories would involve the best way to get from one destination to another.Often one or more of the places involved or the landmarks on the way would no longer be there,requiring further diversions as explanations of when the Dry cleaners replaced the chipshop on Suchandsuch Street.When Wherefore Lane changed its name to Something Avenue.

    I accompanied him again once in the early nineties,he was keen
    as ever to show me off to the adoring ladies,Who would tell me how i had grown,how they knew me when i was "so tall" before giving me a pound for a drink.Age had taken its toll on some of the ladies,and though some were exactly as i had remembered them some 15 years before,some were excedingly frail,and some had passed on into the stories my grandfather told.

    He is dead now and the lore he carried with him has vanished with him forever.I wish as a child i had listened more attentively to his stories,instead of gently tugging on his sleeve to hurry his stories along.But I was a child,what did i care of the names of long gone streets ?

    But what struck me just the Other Day was, it wasnt the Stories that were Important,

    It was the Act of rememberance.

    That was what was Important.


  • Closed Accounts Posts: 1,839 ✭✭✭bubbles


    Well said CC


  • Closed Accounts Posts: 4,731 ✭✭✭DadaKopf


    It reminds us that history doesn't have to be big and certainly doesn't have to be written by the winners.


  • Closed Accounts Posts: 5,500 ✭✭✭Mercury_Tilt


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  • Closed Accounts Posts: 1,489 ✭✭✭Clintons Cat


    Thanks guys,Its great to be recognised by ones peers :)

    It was a lot of seperate thoughts i had for a long time,but it wasnt till i read ****** post that it all fell into place then it practically wrote itself.

    Which was nice


  • Closed Accounts Posts: 41 loveheartsandnicotine


    wow that was good....u must have inherited ur dads gift...
    You talked about a simple topic and made it seem so special...not everyone can do that..tho we all wish we could
    Do u have an agent yet?
    if not get one


  • Registered Users, Registered Users 2 Posts: 35,524 ✭✭✭✭Gordon


    That was beautiful C-Cat. Have you got any pictures of your grandad for us to see and remember also?


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