The actual house where we lived.
MELLOW YELLOW MONDAY
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A HINT OF GOLD
Only a hint of yellow and a name that's incomplete,
But a huge piece of my memory-bank and a well-remembered street.
This was 'Kangaroo Valley', or, to be precise, Earls Court,
Where I lived in London, the city where I taught.
The street was called the Cromwell Road; I suppose it's called that still.
I remember it so very well and I think I always will.
I lived there with friend Margaret, now in the USA;
Was it two years , was it three? The memory slips away.
We used to go to dances and we had boy-friends I know,
But I've forgotten most of them; it was all so long ago!
When Margaret left for America, and I sailed away as well,
Our changes of direction suddenly broke the spell.
But I often consider the nick-name of the Cromwell Road because,
Many decades later I ended up in Oz.
'Kangaroo Valley' they called it and it didn't mean a thing,
As I hadn't the remotest idea of what the years would bring.
It was full of Australians. They seemed a foreign breed,
But full of great exuberance, enjoying life, indeed!
It was full of Australians. They seemed a foreign breed,
But full of great exuberance, enjoying life, indeed!
Yes, I know it was a happy time, that youthful time of old.
The picture may be 'yellow' but the memories are GOLD.
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Another view of the time and place here:
8 comments:
I too lived briefly in Earl's Court.
But HATED it with a passion -- not a good period in my life.
Your poem was more cheery.
I lived in London most of my life, but only went to Earls Court for the Ideal Home Exhibition. Great rhyme!
Beautiful house.
GOLDEN Yellow indeed...!!! the memories.
I love the hint of yellow in front of the house. Lovely house!
The petal
The splashes of yellow make it seem so cheerful. Many young people usually make a house happy.
Those splashes of yellow are definitely cheery. Nice that you can go back in time - sort of.
Yes, the third window up was our flat - bath and bathroom down the hall! I spent a third of my income on rent. The woman on the steps was our neighbor, a long time friend of mine who got married from here!
I cooked on a gas ring that popped out of the wall and a shilling was needed to keep it primed. That was when I learned to cook spaghetti bolognaise that could be cooked in one pan! Yes, those were the golden days!
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