Tuesday, 22 May 2012

Corsham continued

Between our house and the shops was a big field. There were trees at one end and football pitches marked out. Bordering the field was an indoor swimming pool and a school or college. I remember that on at least one occasion we walked from school past some horses in a small paddock, past the bigger school to the swimming pool.
I think this field was used for fairs and other events. This is probably where my sister and I entered fancy dress contests as various characters created by our mother, Jackal and Hyde, Lady Diana Spencer, Women's World and others. It was on our way to one of these events that I accidentally shut my sister's thumb in a car door.
Summers in Corsham were wonderful and endless. We played in the back garden with toys made from empty cardboard boxes, we sat in a padding pool warming in the sun watching the grass change from green to yellow to light brown. Dad grew vegetables in the part of the garden furthest from the house. I remember the runner bean poles. I can't remember the inside of the house, the memory seems to blend with other houses I have visited.
One day we went to Bath to see the Queen. There were lots of people there and I was given a pistachio ice cream which I liked the colour of, but not the taste. I did catch a glimpse of the Queen as she went by.
On another day we went towards Bristol to see a classic car rally. The car stereo was tuned to a station presented by a man with a St Bernard dog. There was a hypermarket near Bristol, I think it was a Carefor, we would occasionally go there to buy a one month supply of food, some of which must have ended up in a chest freezer in the garage.
I also remember going to Bristol Parkway railway station car park with my father, sitting in the car, eating sandwiches watching (or perhaps "spotting") the trains. For some reason I think my mother and sister were shopping.
I have been told and shown picture evidence of me at the age if 5, standing on my chair at an older relative's birthday party in Bath and singing "happy birthday" solo. I don't remember this. It seems that I try not to remember such incidents.

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