I recently added up how many different addresses I’ve had since birth and, amazingly, it’s 23! That’s an average of just over three years per address. Given that I lived in our family home from birth until I was 15, that’s a lot of addresses where I stayed for only a short time!
But, as I said, I was fifteen years in my first home and I recently went back to visit it whilst I was in the area. I now wish that I hadn’t done that. It was looking so sad – now 55+ years older than when I left and the area around was no longer the fields I remember but more houses; lots more.
When I was living there we had only to cross the road (with very little traffic passing) and we would be in an area that we used to call “the bank”. In the Midlands a “bank” is not a place where money is held but a small hill, however, I’ve searched all the dictionaries I can find but it appears in none of them. It must have been a local name.
Whilst we played there it could have been anything we wanted it to be – a kind of theme park 1940s style!! Or sometimes we would stage plays or play hide and seek; other times we would separate boys from girls and do our own gender thing. The boys would be playing cowboys and Indians or flying aircraft with their arms outstretched as they banked and rolled, and we girls would be film stars or models walking around in our beautiful clothes showing off, waving and smiling at our adoring public.
At the back of our house was a small farm and we would spend hours playing in the farmyard. The old farmer must have been well into his eighties but he loved to see us kids in the yard. He still kept a couple of cows and a few chickens and ducks, and there was always a haystack in which to play. This place was paradise to us. I remember there was an old cart which was once used for delivering churns of milk in the area, very much like the one in the picture.
We girls would make it our carriage and go to so many places. There was never any shortage of ideas for using the cart.
Then, off we’d go down to the field towards the haystack, but first there had to be the “challenge” which I dreaded every time. Across the entrance to the field was an iron bar to stop the cows from wandering back into the yard. It wasn’t really a gate per se , just a barrier as a deterrent. However, before entering the field we had to get over this bar in order to enter. If you didn’t do it, or, as in my case, very often couldn’t, then it was “No Entry“ (These rules were set by us kids, not the farmer!). Several times I was left just as an onlooker, watching the others gambolling and jumping in the haystack, having failed the “test”. (Everybody say, Ah!!).
Beyond the haystack was a small wooded area where we would sometimes play “witches and fairies”. There were plenty of places to hide in the wood and it was really a most enchanting place. We took turns at being the good fairy or the nasty old witch. We also used this area for our adventure game of “discovering new countries” and one of the boys would be a native of this “unknown” land and, of course, there would be a chase involved as we tried to escape him – they always loved a chase! Countless times I would return home with bloodied knees or a torn frock; a casualty of our games.
As we girls grew older our games became less energetic and more ladylike until it was, unlike many young girls today, simply a matter of looking at Film Star books, or “School Friend” comics. (No mobile phones in those days!!) My favourite film star in the mid-50s was Richard Todd – star of “The Dambusters” film. I thought he was the most handsome man I’d ever seen, next to my Dad, of course!
But all that has gone and things change. Heroes come and go, fads and fancies change. But I’ll tell you one thing for sure. There’s one Person who has never changed, and will never change and that’s Jesus Christ.
Hebrews Chapter 13 verse 8 tells us:
“Jesus Christ is the same yesterday and today and for ever.”
That’s amazing, isn’t it? He’s the one constant, never changing, always there when you need Him. All you have to do is reach out to Him. Ask Him to come into your life and He will. He will. He loves you and wants the best for you – always.
Read Revelation Chapter 3 verse 20 (N.I.V.):
“Here I am! I stand at the door and knock. If anyone hears my voice and opens the door, I will come in and eat with him, and he with me.”