Good old England! Things to reflect on from times gone by.

Where I lived as a kid, there was a huge field behind our house, all the children from the street played there, until it was built up with council houses. Most of the fields where I spent so much of my childhood were soon taken over with new housing estates until I could not face any more, and left for greener pastures.

Now I see lots of the most fertile agricultural land in Australia being grabbed by hungry developers for housing and new towns. Brings a tear to the eye don't it?

At my age, I wonder to myself, Where can I go now ?

Hi Steph, isn't it funny the things we remember. I would like to share this song with you all, it reminds me of my time in England.

I took my chances on a one-way ticket home
Growing tired of strangers and the kind of life I've known
Thought the time for settling down had come at last
Guess I hoped to find a future in my past

Walk with me darlin' where the wheatfields used to be
I will tell you stories of my times across the sea
You're the legendary girl I left behind
Can't begin to count the times you've crossed my mind

And Oh your children why the youngest looks just like you
She's the picture of her mother
But there'll never be another quite like you
You're an angel and a time that I don't know anymore
And so goodnight
I'll take my memories to bed
And know that I'll be waking up alone

I should have noticed that the years were slipping by
Still you're just as lovely as the day we said goodbye
Like an old familiar poem that still won't rhyme
I could get back to the place but not the time

And Oh your children why the youngest looks just like you
She's the picture of her mother
But there'll never be another quite like you
You're an angel and a time that I don't know anymore
And so goodnight
I'll take my memories to bed
And know that I'll be waking up alone

I said to my dad one time, you know they got Mum's for the mommies, what they got for the daddies and he said to me ..why "shirley poppies" naturally and gives me an big smile.

As kids, when I was on a break fron the Hospital. We always went to my Grandmothers for R & R. She lived in a little old cottage in the cemetary, my Grandad was the grave digger. My uncle and I used to go out in the morning and hitch a lift all over South Wales.Very often we would be given a couple of bob to us get home too. We were safe as houses then.

Kids cant do that today. I went up to see the house and see if it had changed. Oh boy, had it changed. It is now a car park.Good job I have the memories because nothing else is left, even my uncle is dead, and he was two years younger than me as well.