The Memory Clouds that Live on Forever.

richardpeeej By richardpeeej, 11th Mar 2011 | Follow this author | RSS Feed | Short URL http://nut.bz/n97bi_59/
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Memories of the steam train passing by my bedroom window as a boy, living in a mining town in South Wales,

My Early Days

When I was a young boy in the early 1960's, living in one of the South Wales valleys, I remember so well the old black steam engine. It would puff and blow clouds of steam as it pulled its long train of coal trucks past my house in Railway Terrace. The train would collect the coal from one of the many coal pits that were in the surrounding area. The small town of Blaina had five coal pits within its boundary.

Opposite my bedroom window was a manned signal box full of levers. A hand would come out from the signal box window to pass the train driver some sort of 'key' on a large wire hoop to signify that a train was going up the single branch line. This 'ceremony' was necessary as it would prevent another train going up the single track until the first train had returned.

The dark mornings would be brightened momentarily, for I would often see the orange light from the engine's firebox when the fireman would shovel coal into its opened door.

My Father

My father worked as a fireman on the railways himself in the early part of his working life. He would tell me tales of how they would cook bacon and eggs on the shovel, which would take literally seconds to fry. I won't mention what else they did on the same shovel as you may be eating at this point in time. My grandfather was sometimes manning the guardsvan at the end of the same train, and he used to come around to the front of the train for some bacon and eggs too.

Returning Home

On returning back to the same place, a few years ago the railway line and signal box have long gone, although the path of the track can still be seen clearly. The memories are still as vivid as ever. The bedroom window through which I gazed is still there although there is another family living in the house now.

I often wonder how many others have similar memories to mine where their childhood places have just disappeared.

In The End

Unlike the physical objects which come and go so easily, I consider memories and dreams to be forms of energy. It is a well known fact that energy cannot be created or destroyed, and therefore these memories will live on forever in my mind. When I pass away this energy will manifest itself in a different form....

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Branch Line, Clouds, Coal, Energy, Memories, Pit, Richardpeeej, Signalbox, Steam, Train, Wales

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author avatar sungrace
13th Mar 2011 (#)

Nice sharing.

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author avatar richardpeeej
13th Mar 2011 (#)

Thank you for moderating this page Mark.
Thanks nettowealth for your visit and supportive comment.

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author avatar Carol
13th Mar 2011 (#)

That is a lovely article. memories are so very precious

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author avatar Songbird B
13th Mar 2011 (#)

Wonderful, Richard, so beautifully descriptive...What a joy to share this special memories with you my friend....I felt that I was almost there .....Lovely, lovely share...

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author avatar richardpeeej
13th Mar 2011 (#)

Thank you Carol for your visit and lovely comment.

Thank you so much too Songbird, memories are so precious aren't they. I appreciate all your supportive words as always.

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author avatar a29f
13th Mar 2011 (#)

Thanks for sharing this Richard. Your vivid description made me think of "favorite" places in my life and the time spent there.

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author avatar richardpeeej
13th Mar 2011 (#)

Thanks a29f I am glad that it brought back a few favourite memories for you.

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author avatar Denise O
17th Mar 2011 (#)

Richard I was able to go along with you on your trip back to your past. Nice writing. Thank you for sharing.:)

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author avatar richardpeeej
17th Mar 2011 (#)

I was so glad to have you come with me on my journey Denise thank you. Next time we will take a flask and some sandwiches :-)

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