Wednesday, 10 June 2009
Forgotten lives, forgotten places
I've seen this doorway dozens of times, and have at last remembered to take my camera with me! Its opposite the Library (which is the old Barclays Bank building, and therefore not all that old) and it must have once been the front door to a very grand house. But now it is locked, bolted and barred, paint peeling, cobwebs rampant. The building has been changed round at what is now the front and is used by a recruitment agency. Once the little lane it faces was an old thoroughfare, leading down the hill. But now, just a few old cottages further down - (all done up and costing a bomb!) are all that remains. And this front door.
I wonder who lived there? What they were like, was there a family? I must try to find out. So many places and people are forgotten, people who may not have made much of a mark on society, but who were remembered fondly and with love by their family.
But the families have died, scattered, and these lovely people, and the places they lived in have been forgotten, wiped off the map, left to rot.
I'm feeling a bit old this morning!