Here it is Bob...
Posted by BJC on January 1, 2018, 6:27 pm, in reply to "Re: Man with all the noses, again..."
Hello Bob, |
No problem. I remember your wonderfully descriptive, nostalgic, light-hearted and well-told story, very well.
Man with all the noses / a part two.
Posted by Bob Noble on December 18, 2016, 10:03 pm
The many noses man.This is my version.
One day my da called me over and,taking me by the hand he said --Howay now lets gan up over the station bridge and I'll show you a man with as many noses as every body in the world.
I must have been " getting under thr feet" of every one in the family, my ma in particular--It was his way to ease the situation.
Now this was exciting , unbelievable,--mind I did"nt know how many people there were in the world but felt sure that no matter how many there were that many could not fit on one face.
Well we set off from our house in Campbell Street making our way past Walter List (coal man) , along the lane between,to the right the tops of Dunlop St/Usway St/ Swindon St/ Holystone St/Wreigh St/ and Coquet St--to the left the N E to S S railway line.
We only met two other people along this lane ,the looked perfectly normal to me but then we had not yet got to the bridge. Me da must have known them because we stopped and they chewed the fat for ages , well it seened like ages to a young lad egar to be off on this big adventure. They possibly wondered why this young un looked at them so intensely --never taking his eyes off their faces- but then they could not possibly know--could they?
A quick right and left turn and we are at the bottom of the slope of Station Road up to the top of the bridge,WOW
A number of folk going about their daily business , they all had one nose just like my da and me.
Now we are near the top by the station entrance and I have not seen that Mr nosees --perhaps he is over the other side?
By this time my da is having to drag me along because every one around has to pass my nose counting check.
Then! across the road I spot this Mr, head down,suspicious for a start,flat cap over his eyes , as though he did"nt wish to show his face, even more suspicious. I point this out to da, but he does"nt seem to be interested--" lets gan over an have a gander--
With a hop skip and a jump I am over in quick sticks, but , by this time the prime suspect in this drama has gone, but where? it looks as though he has made his way down Prince Consort Road--lets be after him da! Da looks up at the sky as though looking for a sign / message, it's time to gan back yem now , how about we try another day , eh ?
I never did see him , but then as the years passed by- I had actually seen him - because every one I saw that day had as many noses as everyone else--so there's a thing.
We had many other adventures-- mainly to take me from under the feet.
Some I remember;--I must have been a pain in the!!!!
Exploring the Gulf Links (Golf Links ).
Up to se the great lakes.
An outing to the 'City with one Lamp' (Joanasdab).
On the ferry over to Wallsend then on the tram through Raby Bar down to the Quay Side on market days, usually this would be on a Sunday -after Sunday School --Sunday School-thats another story--
Thanks to Barry Cram for opening that box of childhood memories.