Tuesday, 5 May 2009
MEMOIRABELIA
"Memoirs can often appear 'flat' and have less meaning for modern readers. This Blog is about bringing your experiences to life, so that rather than events remaining as significant points in time to you alone -you bring them to life by plotting and developing characters, storyline and conflict-for everyone to share."Below is today's contribution......
Twenty-one, London Street, my new home in Brighton, backed onto St Bartholomew’s -
a huge, 600 foot high Victorian, Anglo-Catholic church located at the North end of town, in
sight of the main railway station. Our garden abutted the giant church wall – like a coal-bunker perched against the side of a tall building. This grand building, the pride of the Victorians,eclipsed our natural light to the extent that sunlight was only seen when the sun was at its apex and its rays penetrated the garden gloom. Despite this major drawback, the vegetables planted annually as a supply to take the family through the winter months continued to flourish and grow.
This opening para describes the 'House of Horrors' where I spent my childhood. The Church became my hiding place and refuge.'Ironically the size of the building meant that inside the house daylight was at a premium.
Question:Have you got a Story to tell......? .Tag your answer to comments....
Ross Martin(author)A Mother to Kill a Son.
http://www.brightonboy.co.uk
Twenty-one, London Street, my new home in Brighton, backed onto St Bartholomew’s -
a huge, 600 foot high Victorian, Anglo-Catholic church located at the North end of town, in
sight of the main railway station. Our garden abutted the giant church wall – like a coal-bunker perched against the side of a tall building. This grand building, the pride of the Victorians,eclipsed our natural light to the extent that sunlight was only seen when the sun was at its apex and its rays penetrated the garden gloom. Despite this major drawback, the vegetables planted annually as a supply to take the family through the winter months continued to flourish and grow.
This opening para describes the 'House of Horrors' where I spent my childhood. The Church became my hiding place and refuge.'Ironically the size of the building meant that inside the house daylight was at a premium.
Question:Have you got a Story to tell......? .Tag your answer to comments....
Ross Martin(author)A Mother to Kill a Son.
http://www.brightonboy.co.uk
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