Memories of the past

Please no NanKate, I shouldn't have mentioned it and I am sorry, I liked your post and so understand what you mean , those little flashbacks of childhood are wonderful, I only have to see a dolls house and I am back in our home in Aberfan , my father in the attic night after night and I not allowed to go up there, he made me a dolls house for Christmas. I see a child running to her father and again woosh, I see myself racing along the pavement to greet my father when he came home from nightshift in that pit. What I cannot do is allow my thoughts to linger there, a place where one had such a happiness as a child and felt so safe was wiped out. The chapel which my g Grandfather built and was minister of for many years was a such a large part of my childhood, then it became a mortuary for the children , that school flattened and the only time I was caned there was for sliding on the school roof in the summer hols. A wonderful childhood, surrounded by a large extended family in that village and in just minutes realy it was covered by the darkest of shadows .

Again, I am sorry x

I am sorry Anniebach if I brought back sad memories for you.

I was lucky to have a happy childhood.

My first thought tooGalen

I remember the polished wood floor of the assembly hall. The coat trollies that were pushed away into a cupboard in the classroom. Copying letters home from the blackboard and being allowed to draw coloured patterns around the border. All this at the school I attended from 5-7.

My childhood home was the same one I left the day I married. Mum was still there until we moved her to a RH 9 mths before she died. So those memories were kept alive on a daily basis until 2012.

Aberfan?

I wish I could, I lived in the same street as the school I attended , to think of that house, playing in that street etc only brings back the devastation of a disaster which struck, the one place that should be filled with such happy memories became a nightmare