Jul 30, 2025

We are never going to be ' Back in the day'. Never, the journey never goes back, never


All sorts stuff around us take our memories and reminding each person about perhaps time, place, people. They educated us about history of were person was born.

Tell us something about how place got formed, perhaps who visited bringing terror along with death. Statuses are erected to former rulers. Great people are immortalised. Events form input daily journeys past these places 

It part also of our journey. We forget, perhaps we don't visualise buildings that surround us, or impact us and we often recall. Build on we what happened. Journeys forged information into what we've discovered.

That beautiful view we do often see as we begin our journey. Old lines no longer carry trains but still have a start. Many reminding anyone listening about 'back in the day'.
It was better every one was going somewhere. Heading for better place in those good old days.
Just different, Just better. Just not the now of where we are, nor who we are.
We are never going to  be ' Back in the day'.
Never, the journey never goes back, never. 

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Septemberornings sure do make you feel summers gone.

Already the fairs departed, programme scheduled have changed. Plus Festive mince pies are on food shelves. Diary's not so full TV bores ...

MAYBE WE WON`T MEET AGAIN

. . . she got a postcard in the mail
That just said Heaven,with a picture of the ocean and the beach
The simple words he wrote her
Said he loved her
How he'd hold her if his arms would reach
Wish you were here, wish you could see this place
Wish you were near,Wish I could touch your face
The weather's nice, it's paradise
It's summertime all year and there's some folks we know
They say, "Hello, "
I miss you so, wish you were here"