Returned to my home town yesterday for the funeral of a friends mum. I now live in Lytham St Annes, having left Barrow in 94 just short of my 18th birthday. This view is a beautiful and symbolic image from my childhood, although i was disappointed to see it has changed for the worst where the sea meets the sky due to the over populated wind farms. Shame that!! I quite literally grew up in this cemetery with my twin brother and friends in the late 80s early 90s, as I lived on Lime St and Maple St, which as most of you will know is at the bottom of this cemetery, just over the wall. This was our playground, right at the very bottom on the strip of grassland, well clear of the very last graves at the bottom of the hill. just before the wall which backed on to Joe Longs scrap yard and the private garages. A place I spent the best years of my childhood playing building friendships, playing football, climbing trees, building dens and even camping out, when we would all pull off the lie of the century to each others parents and convince them we were all stay at each others houses. Great times. It was also a place we had huge respect for, for its residents and for those visiting. A cremation meant that the congregation never even spotted us because they entered at the main gates and drove straight to the crematorium and a burial close to us, meant that all us boys and girls either sat on the wall in silence or left the cemetery all together. We knew this cemetery like the back of our hands, it was our home from home. The best days/nights of our lives were here, in this place synonymous with sadness and in May 1991 we experienced that sadness first hand when a friend of mine from school, who had previously hung out with us all at the bottom of that hill, tragically drowned aged just 15. His final resting which I visited yesterday, was ironically right at the very bottom of the hill on the opposite side of the path that segregated our play area from the gravestones and within just 20 yards of the den area we had secretly camped out in together less than 12 months earlier. Hanging out here was never ever the same after his death. Sadness replaced happiness which I guess is what cemeteries are for. Rest in peace Lee Robert Green! Never forgotten!
Posted on: Fri, 08 Aug 2014 18:09:45 +0000
Trending Topics
Recently Viewed Topics
© 2015