Golden Virginia or Old Holborn

Roll up

not a smoke not a puff.

a bus ticket to Memory Lane,

as a small boy riding on top deck

of the red root master bus, the conductor

when dad pay would reel off a extra extra long ticket

just for me to play with, why this memory today well

my poetic rants seem to stimulate  a wellbeing

confidence, as I typed that, I felt the two fingers rise, 

I'm taking daily notes on a tillrole 

to keep them in order, and to be a little eccentric ,

this is never going to evolve into a rant is it ?

Maybe next time ? a

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Hello Mum

                                          Stu's View 10 x 8 acrylic on hardboard

Mum is no longer with us in person, thankfully all

moms actions in life fill me with gratitude.

Painted two weeks ago, I think I'm going to call it finished.   

 The photo was taken at school where mum worked as a teachers assistant

possibly just before retirement   25  or  30 years ago.

            Must do some research.

Standing on a dusty corner ...... twenty years.

Stu's View.

Life and memories can be very fragile 

but give you a warm glow deep down.

Twenty years old and priceless 

Thank you boys, Happy Easter

Adverts for Easter start just after New Year so getting in 

a little early with this post.

Still get that feeling

The memories of a plant of this kind on my way to school
it was growing on the side of a fence a the start of a
alleyway in mariner gardens Cheshunt,
That was only 50 odd years ago
but something I have never ever forgot
its no longer on the fence, but some times
even now I go past just to soak up that warm feeling again.