Once upon a time, time began at the
moment of the big bang. Don’t try to work that out; that’s what theoretical physicists
get paid for.
As soon as the Book of Genesis proclaimed, "In the beginning, God created the heavens and the earth " Time not only began, but continued to move forward. As soon
as you read one word here, the moment has gone, never to return. It’s easier to find porchetta
at a Bar Mitzvah that move back time.
Fortunately, time refuses to stands still in
our head. If I ask you the capital of Scotland, you might say Edinburgh. But if
I ask you to describe the last meal you had with family or friends, a film
rolls in your head. A captured moment in time.
My Captured Moment in Time.
As a
child, I was brought up in Govan, Glasgow. My friends and I would take the ferry over the
River Clyde and eventually find ourselves in the Dowanhill area where Avril
Paton’s famous painting was set.
I would
stare into these homes envious of the happiness that seemed to emanate as I
observed get-togethers and cosy chairs with people sitting reading with cats on
their lap and children playing board games on a table. Strange, many years
later, I had the same sensations when I saw observed winter scene in a
Stockholm suburb. I can only conclude that it takes us back to our cosy
fairy-tail childhood where logs where on the fire and the family sat around
reading and talking. It is a rolling film in my head that only dementia can rob
me of.
The One Place Time Stands Still
No matter how far we travel, the memories will follow in the baggage car.
August Strindberg.
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Once upon a time, time began at the moment of the big bang. Don’t try to work that out; that’s what theoretical physicists get paid for.
As soon as the Book of Genesis proclaimed, "In the beginning, God created the heavens and the earth " Time not only began, but continued to move forward. As soon as you read one word here, the moment has gone, never to return. It’s easier to find porchetta at a Bar Mitzvah that move back time.
Fortunately, time refuses to stands still in our head. If I ask you the capital of Scotland, you might say Edinburgh. But if I ask you to describe the last meal you had with family or friends, a film rolls in your head. A captured moment in time.
My Captured Moment in Time.
As a child, I was brought up in Govan, Glasgow. My friends and I would take the ferry over the River Clyde and eventually find ourselves in the Dowanhill area where Avril Paton’s famous painting was set.
https://avrilpaton.co.uk/prints/windows-in-the-west
I would stare into these homes envious of the happiness that seemed to emanate as I observed get-togethers and cosy chairs with people sitting reading with cats on their lap and children playing board games on a table. Strange, many years later, I had the same sensations when I saw observed winter scene in a Stockholm suburb. I can only conclude that it takes us back to our cosy fairy-tail childhood where logs where on the fire and the family sat around reading and talking. It is a rolling film in my head that only dementia can rob me of.
Writing: © 2024 Jim McCrory