The Old Home Town Looks Still the Same

Our family moved to this house when I was fifteen, and this was my view from then until I left for University and spaces in-between. 

The view has changed somewhat. 

The white house to the right was the only building I could see - empty field was right behind the house, golf course beyond that, and then Dundonald hill beyond that. 

When we arrived at this house, I was in the first throws of Glandular fever.  I battled through the first bout in January but at the end of February I succumbed and was in my bed for weeks.  

I lay in bed and watched the field go from brown to green and then Brown again.   I watched clouds go by, and snowfall, and rainfall and the sun come out. 

Soon new houses were to be built, and the space directly behind the house became the compound.  The houses at the top were built first, and the road to the right and the empty field to the right soon filled up. 

Opening my curtains in the morning I was heralded by the workies waving to me like a loony and hooting.   ** Clothes on a must.   Made the stupid mistake of going out with one of them, who took that as his cue to come to "get his flask filled in the morning".       

I sat and thought about it and said "no you can't just come here and do that".   And so ended a beautiful relationship.  (no) 

Eventually, all the houses were built, and the compound closed.  I still had my view to the hill. 

After I moved away to our own home,  the houses to the left began. House building never stops does it?  You wonder where do all the people come from who need them?   And there is always a need for more. 

Hey Ho. 

Reflective mood.