by gillsfan1066 » Wed Jul 30, 2014 9:50 pm
Progress old darling they call it progress. The STRAND that brings back so many happy memories. Mum used to take us to the paddling pool all the time by the smelly old Gas Works, I can remember sometimes I used to get so excited because by the bar rite in the middle of the pool when it had been refilled it would be real deep , up to a 5 year olds bathing trunks and the pool where you ran in was painted white, slippery as hell when it got wet.
If we had been real good she would leave us there being looked after by some lady she had never met until half hour before,haha and go and get us or an ice cream from the cafe over the other side of the parking lot and we would eat jam sandwiches and then have to walk home, I thought she was being mean but of course she couldn't afford the bus fare two or three times a week . Real treat was a ride on the paddle boats , are they still there ??
Then as we got older we would get a season ticket to the big circular swiming pool,leave home early in the morning and not come home till it closed at like 7.30 or 8 and that's where I first tasted Cheese and Onion crisps.
I remember getting braver and braver climbing the wooden diving board until one day finally jump off the top board and of course after the first time that was it you could not keep us off it, and we would be able to swim across the pool from the two flat diving stations where they started the races from, what was it 50 yards across the pool and then spend a life time trying to climb up the sloping sides ??
Then one day everything changed we discovered tennis and started playing that 12 hours a day hanging your racket up on the fence a dozen or so of us would " book" the court all day,lol.
Then I remember the winter of I think 63 when my Grandfather and I walked out on the ice which was all over the river and when we got home and told Grandma she shouted at us for being stupid because we could have fallen though. Jumping off the wall onto the beach and one day we were throwing stones at a sign that said," People throwing stones at this sign would be prosecuted ,"lol, and a policeman wanted to ticket my Grandfather.
it was where the pipe went out into the river at the east end of the swimming pool , had a big DANGER sign on it, I guess that was the sign they didn't want you to throw the stones at, not the one saying don't throw stones at this sign
Then one night at like 8 o clock in the fall as it was dark we were down there on our bikes and we could here some guy out in the river, he had moored his boat and tried to walk through the mud and had got stuck, the tide was coming in and he was going to drown and we called the police and they sent panda cars , ambulances and a fire engine and a boat from the dockyard to save him.
Then a regular hiding place for me and the girlfriend was the "new parking lot" at the side of the cafe, got caught doing the wild thing on my GS 160, one night and then maybe a year later doing the same thing in the Triumph Herald, lol, guess some people never learn hahahaha.
Strange thing is I can NEVER remember playing football or cricket or anything like that down there ,remember skating round the Band Stand, running beside the little train when we didn't have the money to go on it, dam what a wonderful place the Strand was for us kids , happy memories , OH no I think I am going to cry, lol.