Childhood Memories of Resolven From Nik Samuel
Nik Samuel, formally of Cory Street, shares some childhood memories with us in these charming verses
Sweetman’s Field
This is looking good
Mr Morgan just came in
He smiled at Miss Norton
And she gave him a grin
He did that thing he did with the chalk
I think he thinks it’s funny
But all I can say
Is that if he was a magician
He wouldn’t make any money
Anyway, she looked our way
And announced to us all
That Mr Morgan wants us in the hall
So we put away our books
And shuffled in behind her
While Bill Lloyd carried on playing best slider
Now Reggie was a lovely man
Full of nonsense and fun
He always had a joke or a pun
But that day he declared it was too hot for school
And told us we could go
On a ramble
And we let out a great roar
Mrs Lewis made sure we had some pop
Because it was a fair old walk to the top
We held hands and off we went
Over the stile and over the stream
There was no chance at all of coming home clean
We passed Bluebell Island
It looks the same today
I go there now to look
But we went then to play
We were told don’t pick the foxgloves
They were poison Miss Vasil said
They weren’t really but they made you’re hands go red
“How far is it now, Miss?”
The girls began to shout
“Not far cariads. We’re nearly at the top
We can have our picnic when we stop”
The sky was clear and the sun was hot
It really was a wonderful spot
We played best fallers
Some girls joined in
The others played rounders
And the teachers sunbathing
Some places had some funny names
Like The Tump, The Dram Road
Cockle Alley and The Turn
But this was Sweetman’s Field
A place of adventures all to learn
They lived in the house and let us play
And as far as I know they live there today
Fun at Pentwyn
Oh that really hurt
I’ll try not to cry
I’ll have another go when I clear my eye
I knew I was going too fast
When I went through the gap in the railing
But all the Gang said it was spectacular
Even with the brake failing
Good effort though
I never been down this far
Would have gone even further if it weren’t for that car
So what do you need to build one?
Well some pram wheels
And some planks
And maybe an orange box
Some rope and a bolt to steer
And a stick to help you stop
Some were painted
Some were named
We had one called “Lightening”
And it shot around the lanes
There was even one called
“Shit Streak”
And anther “Tommy Gun”
But it didn’t really matter
They were just so much fun
If you built one for a kid today
They would stare in dismay
But give me “a go”
And I’d “gambo” every day
Cockle Alley
There’s a place in the valley, it’s called Cockle Alley
I played there as a child, we played and we smiled
It was a magical place where the brook met the river
And sometimes we’d shiver
A romantic name from a romantic past
Visions of ladies getting off the “half past”
Them washing their wares and sometimes their cares
In the cold clear water
Even as a child there were shells all around, some in the brook and some on the ground
All gone now but still in my mind the sound of the brook
The shells under feet and the damming of the stream in the warm summer heat
All lovely memories from when I lived in my street….
NIK XX
Thanks for the delightful trip Down Memory Lane, Nik