This is the story of my front tooth. And my hatred of dentists. Read carefully, there is an important message at the end of it. Try not to cheat and skip ahead.
The tooth, the whole tooth, and nothing but…
Reply
Category Archives: On memories
Memories of Python Hill
Many years ago, we had to move my Grandad and Grandma Minchin out of their house in Thorney Abbey Rd Blidworth to their final residence in a nursing home. Grandma had become frail and Grandad too ill to climb the stairs to bed. Neither of them really wanted to leave their home.
The smell of books and BBC 2.
I don’t know what triggers some memories, but this one popped into my mind while reading a totally unrelated post, closely followed by another similar recollection. Both memories are worthy of recording because they played a monumental role in my childhood development. Continue reading
A boy and his toys.
Ask any child what their favourite toy was, and i’m sure they will produce a list a mile long. I’m no different. Like most children, my toys would transport me into totally different worlds; even to this day I marvel at the human mind’s ability to create a whole environment, holodeck style, invisible to all but the young boy clasping the toy in his hand; how a small piece of plastic or metal can trigger such wonderful fantasies…
The day I was born.
Robert Minchin, born 26 Python Hill Rd, Rainworth, 20th June 1960, about 1 p.m..
I know this first hand, I was there! Continue reading
My earliest memories.
Hiding in a large cardboard box with a few hundred or maybe thousand photos in it, there is a photo of a young boy holding two bottles of beer.
I can remember that quite clearly, at Uncle Bert’s a friend of Dad’s from work. On this particular occasion Dad and Bert had a drink in the parlour and I was sent to fetch them two bottles, which I collected from a wicker shopping basket outside in the hall.
A letter to my children.
Cars -Chronologically (2).
Once I had past my test I was eager to get my own wheels, and I quickly found a green Hillman Imp at Three Ways Garage which I loved, as of course I had happy memories of my the one my dad owned. Continue reading
Cars -Chronologically.
It occurred to me that I’m about to post another chronological account of an aspect of my life, and this style of post might become a little tiresome.
But sometimes you have to go with what fits the bill. Try doing your CV in any other style but Chronological and see how that works for you. But as I pondered this it left me wondering “Why am I posting this subject? Is anyone really interested? ” Continue reading
Afloat but not adrift.
Life is full of sudden urges, sometimes fuelled, rightly or wrongly, by nostalgia.
One such nostalgic moment hit me a few weeks ago, for no reason at all. But I suddenly had the urge to climb aboard and cast off. Not some rhetorical urge you have to understand, this was the real thing. Continue reading
45 miles to empty tank... 