Thursday Special, park musings

In 1987, when the ‘Great Storm’ ravaged many parts of the UK, lots of great trees were damaged or lost completely in Heavitree Park. This is the park where I grew up, part of my daily walk to school through infant and junior school years, and a place full of memories both good and bad.

My children also played there in the late 80’s, and we walked Jassy, the family dog, a golden get-it-yourself. Over time, new trees were planted, some of which are now fully grown. Grandchildren have played there, Dido and Daisy walked there for 13 years, and now it’s Flora and George’s turn.

Time passes, fall arrives every year bringing short days and damp weather. In the park several more trees have fallen over the years and have been given a new lease of life. Like this meeting bench standing near the skate park, it’s somewhere for the kids to hang out, make and break friendships and generally do what teens do, each one imagining they’re different from the generation before.

This is my post for Paula’s Thursday Special, ‘Fall’. You can join in, there’s always a warm welcome!

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11 thoughts on “Thursday Special, park musings

  1. A lovely piece of intergenerational autobiography, my friend. You make me homesick for the past and northern autumn, even with its short days and damp weather! But I’m out of there before winter!

  2. A meeting bench: what a neat idea. I don’t think I’ve ever seen one anywhere in the States. Wonder if we have any anywhere. And isn’t it true that each generation of teens believes they are totally different from all the generations before them. A very astute observation, my friend.

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