Pete's yard

This was once a communal yard for 9 or 10 houses, a safe wide open space where kids could play without any worry. The homes of 3 families with children we knew backed on to this and during the long summer holidays we could always be found hanging around here. But that’s not the reason the photo is here, for me this place hold a memory that few know, if any. One day I was just about to start a gym class, in my first year in high school, when I was call out to go to the school office, relief (no gym class) was followed by fear (what have I done) was followed by shock ( What’s happened) as I was taken home. At home in a darken room I had the news broken to me that my dad had died. After what seemed a long time but was probably only an hour I was able to get out and tried to find some quiet place to get my head around what had happened. This was the place, I lay on top of the wall, the one that you can just see in the center back ground, and cried, and after a while I stopped and listened to life going on all around me as if nothing had changed.




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Comments

Thank you for sharing the story that goes with the photo-- it makes the photograph that much more real.
lucy said…
Often it is not the photo, but the story behind the photo that makes it great. This is one of your better posts. Thank you for sharing it with us.
Your blog is so nice!
And you have a special way to tell stories. Bravo!
Caty said…
Thank you for telling us your story and I think for every one there are places that are pieces of heart.
To cry it is to born again .
Thanks for sharing your heart with us.
Suburbia said…
Such a powerful story, thanks for sharing.
Paloma said…
Oh my. The picture is all the more beautiful for the memory you've added.
Marshall Family said…
an absolutely fantastic photo once again. The story behind the photo almost takes me back to the exact moment you were laying on that wall. Round of applause :)

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