Memories Of A Gorton Ragamuffin.....James A Foster (Author)

A Memory of Gorton.

James A Foster ...A memory from James A Foster Book of Memories
"Memories of a Gorton Ragamuffin" on Amazon Kindle and Ebook Paperback ASIN BO7YZDDQSL. 115 Golden nostalgic memories of a Lad growing up in Gorton Manchester.
Smells..
its funny what a sniff of something brings to mind ......a particular food...or place. There are smells that linger in the memory that instantly return to the mind as soon as you see something...or it comes on the wind...or out of a door as you pass by....I remember the smells of my boyhood as I do certain tasks. When I went down to the canal doing a little fishing for Sticklebacks(tiddlers to my mam) or newts...I remember the odours of the canal...the bulrushes...the stagnant water...the rotting barges and not to mention the bags with disposed of dogs and especially cats. I remember the smell of the weed that I placed in the canal water in my fishing jar. I remember the smell of the grass on the Croft at the back of my dads place on Railway St. Playing footy with Jimmy McKewen and Johnny Heather..diving at the feet of them as they tried to dribble the ball into makeshift goals...the smell of the grass in the nostrils. I remember the smell of the Mauve/purple flowers over the Fellows and Bates wall that backed onto the Croft. They grew so tall we made tunnels in them and a den at the end. I am reminded of the smell of empty beer bottles as we slipped over the Albion wall for a few bottles to take around the front for a few pennies. How I loved the smell of steam as a locomotive roared under the Birdcage at the end of Railway Street enveloping everything for maybe 20-30 seconds before evaporating. I remember the smell of oil and compressed air working at Beyer Peacocks as an apprentice. I remember the smell of cheap margerine called Echo. I remember the smell of the Red Rec...the red shale. The smell of my daughters swimming pool brings back the memory of GORTON Baths and even today I remember Dandylion and Burdock soft drink And especially Vimto. Passing The bakery in my suburb brings back the smells of getting 1penny Hovis on Hyde Road coming home from GORTON Baths. I remember the smell of the Tannery where we went hunting rats. The damp cold smells of my dads cellar and the coal hole ....and I remember the smells of my mother when I left her...never to see her again.....James A Foster
20-12-2017...

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