Sunday, November 04, 2012

Story Telling Sunday

It's the first Sunday in the Month that means it is time to tell a story. It can be any story you like with or without photos but when it is done link it to Sian's blog so we can all enjoy it.

Sian has given a suggestion for the subject this time 'A dark and stormy night' but you don't have to follow that if you have other tales to tell.

So are you all sitting comfortable? Then I'll begin

It was a dark and stormy night. The wind was raging and thunder roared and the lightening lit the sky. I was about 7 or 8 and I loved storms, I love to stand at the front door and watch the sky, counting the seconds between the flash and the roar.
But not this night, Oh no, I was very upset, I was not enjoying it at all. No standing at the door for me that day. The lights in the house kept going off then a few seconds later come back on again, and I just felt that our plans were in tatters. You see we were supposed to be going away for the weekend and I was so worried that the storm would stop us going. I think Dad must have said that with all this rain the trains wouldn't be running, he was only kidding but I always believed everything he said. Mum reassured me and of course the next day dawned bright and sunny and we were ready to go.
I used to love the journey first we caught a double decker trolley bus to Leytonstone underground station, of course Alan & I made a scramble to go upstairs and grab the front seat. Next was the underground train, changing at The Bank onto another underground train and arriving at Morden Station, to catch another bus out to my parents' friend's place. Quite a journey to undertake with two children just for a weekend.
In later years Dad had a car so the journey was far more relaxed, and it did mean that we were not restricted by time tables. Alan and I used to fall asleep on the back seat coming home again.

Just had to google for a trolley bus these do bring back memories of having to wait ages for one then several coming along together


Why not climb up to Sian's place High in the sky and see who else has a story to tell.

18 comments:

Amy said...

Yes, you are not the only one to believe everything her father has told her! I am glad you sourced this photo today Mary, I love seeing street scapes from times past.

Jimjams said...

A great glimpse into your childhood Mary - fathers are such a tease aren't they?!

Missus Wookie said...

Lovely story and we've done that trip - Princess wanted to visit Mordon as all the trains go there :lol:

As for the buses.... Ha! We were waiting ages for a bus yesterday and several came along together, Ewok mournfully said 'that always happens' and I pointed out you just remember those more. Wookie loved it when the kids did believe whatever he said - these days they are a bit less gullible

Ladkyis said...

I remember trolley busses, I always wanted to go on one but my Dad had a van for his business so we had transport - I was a deprived child!!

alexa said...

I remember trolley buses! So lovely to see a photo ... and glad Mum was suitably upbeat and reassuring :).

scrappyjacky said...

I remember just how long it took to go on holiday as a child.....taking tubes,buses and trains!

Irene said...

Quite a journey through the storm and then the actual one. Those trolley buses had a sound all of their own. Thanks for sharing this memory.

Sian said...

Mary, you always have a cracking story for us! This is another really lovely one because you can conjure up a picture so well. And you found a perfect picture - my eye was caught by the old style Tescos too (we didn't have Tescos here when it looked like that!)

Thanks Mary. I love it.

Jennie Hart said...

Great photo and story Mary. I really enjoyed it this morning.

Miriam said...

What a wonderful picture and story to go with it Mary. You don't see Lipton's anymore do you?

humel said...

Fabulous photo find, Mary - to illustrate a lovely memory :) You've captured all the excitement of a journey for a child!

ComfyMom~Stacey said...

What a great memory! I too used to believe everything my dad said, until he finally pushed it too far. :)

Lisa-Jane said...

Great photo and great memories. I wonder how many people these days go away for the weekend with children without taking the car?!

Maria Ontiveros said...

I love how your story captures both the excitement of the trip out and the exhaustion of the trip home.
Rinda

S said...

When we are little, every trip is such an adventure, isn't it. Even if we are revisiting the same place. Those great photos really help set the scene for me.

furrypig said...

we used to travel via train, tubes and bus to visit family and friends when I was little it was hard work for my parents! Love the story and love the photo with the old Tescos!

Chipper said...

I am glad you sourced a picture. I was curious what a trolley bus looked like. I am glad the weather cleared in time for your trip :-)

Alison said...

My dad used to say things like that too....and I didn't realise Tesco had been around for so long!
Alison xx

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