The Village Etched In My Memory

A Memory of Broseley.

The year must have been approximately nineteen forty nine and I was twelve years old, I was attending Broseley Church of England school which I disliked immensely;[or is that a boys natural dislike] I must admit I did like going when Mrs Briscoe was taking the class as she was my very very favorite, A very motherly teacher which I think I have previously mentioned,
We were told one day we were going to be transferred to Madeley modern school and we were all dreading the thought however the day finally arrived and we were told to attend after the August holiday there was Derek LLoyd, Clive Seabury, Malcolm Jones, Albert Devey, myself and a few more,We were allocated groups named after different historical events or houses of the area,
One day we were in class and a teacher named la la evans was taking the lesson and was asking what houses we were in, she said Devey what house are you in? without thinking Albert blurted out , a council house miss, she immediately took hold of him and rattled his hand with a rule, Those were the days when you could say to a Broseley person Thee cosna see sa gud as thee cudst cost,and they knew exactly what you were saying ,
I wonder how many of my old mates are still alive, I would love them to get in touch,
Anyone remember the old monument by the square in Broseley where all the old codgers including my uncle Jack used to sit on the steps and see who could spit the furthest into the road, or when us lads used to play pitch and toss on Birch meadow with penny's, How i wish i could return to that time and that wonderful village when life went by at such a leisurely pace,I have returned a couple of times but times are different and everything is hustle and bustle, no one has time to say good morning or pass the time of day,I feel so sorry for todays generation, but that is just me I suppose they think they have a good life, and I wish them all the best

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