As a child I lived in the north midlands of the UK in the town of Sheffield. Derbyshire was my playground. We would go walking as a family in the beautiful countryside. As a young woman, I got to enjoy not only the countryside but also the many pubs and restaurants. Now, I mainly have my memories as I rarely get to visit.
Amongst the many memories, Ladybower Dam rates highly. Why? It is simply a dam with, admitadly set in lovely countryside but arguably not the most spectacular countryside that is available in Derbyshire. It rates highly because of the story that it carries. In order to create the dam in the 30's, they evacuated the valley including complete villages. One of these villages was the village of Derwent. In the village there was a church with a tall spire that was visible when the waters were low. So in hot dry summers, people would arrive at the dam just to see the spire and wonder at what life had been like for those people who were turfed out of their homes so long ago.
As I was driving along today en route to my destination, I was listening to a talk on radio 4 where a woman was talking about the village of Derwent and the spire of the church of the village. As she talked, I found myself nodding in agreement thinking and clearly remembering when I saw the spire one hot summer when I was a child out walking with my parents. It was bringing back some lovely memories of those days so very long ago,
And then my bubble was well and truly burst when the speaker stated in a way that left no escape for the wonder and excitement of a bubble or, indeed, a precious memory. Apparently the church including the mysterious spire was demolished in the 40's as it was seen as a hazard. I was not born until 1950 so the chances of my having seen it were 100% ZERO.
So much for my memory!
After recovering from my shock at being presented with such stark bubble bursting information, I thought it was a lovely example of how we create such vivid memories of which there was absolutely no substance at all. My spire was like the loch ness monster, a myth, a story that rests in our beliefs with no rational what so ever.
There is no past, it is simply memory, there is no future, it has not arrived yet. There is just this beautiful, living, thriving, exciting future. But for now, I intend to keep that lovely image (be it real or not) of myself and my parents marvelling at the visible spire emerging from the waters understanding that it simply a story that I am choosing to maintain. Why? because it puts a smile on my face. So why not!!??
I'm busy working on my blog posts. Watch this space!