Old Airstons was a friendly place
Where with my mother I would go,
When but a child it stood upon
The busy Anchor Road,
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I love nostalgia, and reminiscing and memories of all these places of the past. They make such a great picture in one's mind. This is no exception. Glorious write. Love and hugs Ernestine XXX
Memories can hold such colour, such beauty, why do we wait so-long before we appreciate This is such a warming poem Andrew, , well done Love duncan X
Memories never die! The past is present in the present and the present will be present in the future too! It is a continuing process!
Lovely memories in this one Andrew, I remember holding the skeins of wool while my mother wound it into balls before we could buy it that way. We all wore hand knitted jumpers too. I enjoyed reading this, thanks, 10 Love Lynda xxx