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Then or Now?

I’ve often written what it was like when I was a child in the 1940s, growing up in post-war Britain, and a thought came to me this morning – was it really “the good old days”? Did we really have the fun we seem to remember whilst at school or playing our innocent games.

Innocence it certainly was, and for that I’m grateful that I grew up in those times. We didn’t have any of the pressures youngsters have these days, either in society in general or amongst our own peers. We really were innocent. I think that’s a point for the “Then” team!

Our teachers were respected for the most part, certainly in the early years of our education. We looked up to them, in more ways than height. We respected their seniority. Nowadays young people do not hesitate to call me by my given name, even though I am over half a century older than many of them. But would I like it if they addressed me as “Mrs.”: I think not – so that’s a point in favour of “Now”.

Getting away from relationships, we have the question of technology. When I first started work in 1958, I was using an Imperial typewriter, just like the one in the picture.

As you will see it was quite a hefty machine. The carriage moved across with each stroke of the keys, propelled by a ratchet, until, at the end of the line the typist would have to return it manually – and off we’d go again! The ink was contained in the ribbons seen on the left and right and as the key struck the ribbon, it would impress the letter onto the paper. These machines are very nice to have as ornaments or conversation pieces in our homes these days, but they were the latest in technology to us.

Today technology moves so fast that it’s almost impossible to keep up – iPhones, iPads, Tablets, Kindle and so on. In my younger days an eye-pad was something you put on a sore eye, a tablet was medication you’d take, (probably for the sore eye) and a kindle was a piece of wood that helped ignite the fire (causing a spark to fly into the eye, requiring an eye-pad and a tablet no doubt). But I have to give the point to “Now” on technology.

We all moan at the length of the queues in the supermarkets and, when I hear someone grumbling about having to wait in line for a few minutes, I would love to take them back to my childhood days and see what they make of it. No Asda or Sainsbury’s then. Each commodity had its own shop and, sometimes, inside the grocer’s was a collection of counters where purchases made at each one had to be paid for there, not at a final checkout. Afterwards it all had to be carried home, probably on a ’bus, No, thank you, I certainly approve of supermarkets and give a great big tick in favour of “Now”!!

I could include many more examples of the difference between Then and Now and, looking back over this article, I see that I’ve ticked most of them “Now”, so maybe it wasn’t such a wonderful time after all – or was it?


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The First Day

All of us have experienced a “first day” in something or other, whether it’s the first day at school, the first day at work or the first day of a holiday – there are always “first days” in all of our lives.

I can’t remember the very first day I started school because I was only three years old. At that time (1945) there was a scheme in place for working mothers, especially those engaged in war work, to be able to send their very young children to school before the age of five years. It was, I suppose, something like the modern play school or activity group, but at that time it was ground-breaking.

The men were, mostly, in the armed forces serving their country and the women, mostly, stayed at home. However, in 1941 women were called to do war work. Mum worked in a munitions factory, filling bomb cases with phosphorous – a most unpleasant task, you will agree. But it was a necessary job and someone had to do it. Because of the dangerous nature of working with ammunition, nobody was allowed to take anything into the workshops that could cause an explosion. This meant no matches, coins, hairpins, rings or anything metallic. They were searched as they entered the factory. She often told us that at night her fingers would glow from the phosphorus that remained under her nails. Needless to say, I don’t remember any of that.

And the same goes for my first day at Junior School. All I can remember is the playground and it seemed massively large to me. We could run around, skip, chase each other but when the whistle was blown by the teacher we would all form a line and march back into the classroom. I must have eaten school dinner that day, but have no memory of it whatsoever.

I’ve mentioned in a previous blog (Big School) my first day at Grammar School, which I remember with vivid clarity. Whenever I think about it I can still feel the excitement combined with trepidation.

My first day at work was in 1957 when I was 15 years old. I had left school with no qualifications and had always dreamed of being an air hostess. The idea of travelling to places I’d only read about in books appealed to me, but there was not much chance of that job with my school reports telling how I must try harder! So, for me, the next best thing was to work in a shop. Something of a step down from my dreams into reality, but I thought it would be fun. My shop was a sweet shop.

I’d often played shops when I was much younger and it seemed to be quite good fun. Mum or Dad must have seen an advertisement relating to the job because there I was, on the bus, going to the next town to start work. My pay was to be £2.5.0d (£2.25p) a week from 8.45 a.m. until 6 p.m. six days a week. I was so excited and for the short time I was there I really enjoyed it. The owner taught me how to wrap a box of chocolates that was to be given as a gift and how to speak to customers and recommend “just that little bit extra” to buy. I do remember three ladies who came into the shop every Friday evening at 5 o’clock to buy their sweets for the coming week. They always had the same order and I was soon able to remember how much each one cost and what the total would be. (They thought my addition skills were superb!). Sadly, after six months, I left as we moved house to another town.

Again, in a previous blog (18 to 20) you can read of my first day in the W.R.A.F., travelling up to Grantham for the basic training and how I was admonished by the corporal before I’d even set foot on the training camp!!

Since then I’ve had many first days. First day as a Mum, first day in an airplane, first day as a grandma, my first day as a Christian and so it goes on.

But have you ever thought about the very First Day?

Imagine, if you will, nothing. Absolutely nothing. That’s not easy to do because we’ve always been surrounded by “something”. But try to imagine NOTHING. Close your eyes. What can you see? Nothing. But you know when you open them again you will see something.

The very first chapter of the Bible tells us of there being Nothing.

Read the following slowly and imagine each thing mentioned happening.

We’ll begin at Verse 2 of Genesis chapter 1:

2. Now the earth was formless and empty, darkness was over the surface of the deep, and the Spirit of God was hovering over the waters.
3. And God said, “Let there be light,” and there was light.
4. God saw that the light was good, and he separated the light from the darkness.
5. God called the light “day,” and the darkness he called “night.” And there was evening, and there was morning—the first day.

The earth was formless – no shape – nothing.
Darkness was over the surface of the deep – there was nothing.
And God said: “Let there be light” – suddenly there was something.
God saw that the light was good and He separated the light from the darkness – day and night.
And there was evening, and there was morning – The First Day.

Everything has to start somewhere. Only God can make Something from Nothing.

If you haven’t thought much about this before, read those four verses again, slowly. Take it all in. God is our Creator. He made everything.

And, what’s more, He sent His Son to die for us so that our wrongdoings can be forgiven.

Check it out. It’s worth it. He’s worth it!


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Knit One, Purl One, Drop One

Anyone who knows me will tell you that I am a prolific knitter. This all started about thirteen years ago when I was suffering from agoraphobia and the only safe place was in my lounge. I would only go out if I was accompanied by someone whom I could trust not to leave me stranded whilst they popped into a shop!! And so, in order to pass the long hours, I started knitting and now it has become part of my life. (Before we go any further let me say that I am now fully restored to normal health and it’s hard to keep me indoors!!).

I’d learnt to knit at school and, thinking back, it must have been quite frustrating to watch us kids (boys were not excluded!) with our tongues poking out, pulling strange faces whilst trying to get the needle into the stitch and wind the wool around. Our teacher was Miss James, and here I have to admit that we called her “Pimple Nose” as she had the largest wart you’ve ever seen right on the end of her nose. She was probably only in her forties but I thought she was at least 90. I recently saw an old film of that school and there she was – exactly as I remembered! How cruel children can be. So, Miss James, if you’re still around and reading this (both highly unlikely), I apologise. But in all fairness, she was an excellent teacher and I soon mastered the art of knitting.

Our first project was to knit a dish cloth for our Mums. We used large wooden needles and a very rough, thick wool and had to knit “cabbage stitch”. This entailed winding the wool around three times then dropping off all the stitches to make a large, hopefully secure, hole. Mum was really pleased when I took my finished cloth home and, as she also enjoyed knitting, she taught me other stitches and I soon became quite adept.

Over the years I’ve knitted many of my children’s clothes – not all clothes for many of my children, rather, many clothes for my two children!! Then as they grew older and didn’t want knitted cardigans any more, I gave up; but the skill was always there, as I found out when I used it as therapy at the onset of my illness in 2000. I had to begin all over and regain my confidence, though, and therefore my first efforts were small items – Christmas tree decorations and such like.

Christms Tree Decorations.White Rabbit

As I became more proficient I attempted other things, but generally I now only make toys and dolls.

Pixie

My desire to improve increased and before long I was looking for more difficult patterns to attempt. I was even being asked to do dolls for special occasions – unique to that item.
This one was for William and Kate’s wedding:

Bride

And so, finally, is the most intricate of all the things I’ve knitted –

Scottish Piper

    The Scottish Piper

Now from all this, you’ll see that I have become more adept and accomplished as time has passed and this reminded me of my Christian life, too.

When I gave my life to Jesus back in 1983 I thought “what now?” At first I attended the local Methodist church, preferring to sit at the back, leaving as soon as the final prayer was over in case the Minister or someone else would wish to speak to me. Following that I went to a local Baptist church and enjoyed the freer style of worship. The teaching was good and I eventually became a member. I was growing and learning new things every day. I bought books and tapes (no CDs in those days!) and found that I wanted to learn more and more, and becoming more adventurous in my worship. Following my Baptism I received the gift of tongues – a gift I use every day of my life.

And now? Well, I now attend a Pentecostal church where we believe in the work of the Holy Spirit and the experience of the presence of God by the believer. I finally feel as if I’ve “arrived” and, together with my husband, recently saved and baptised, truly believe that is where God wants us to be.

    For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the LORD, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.

    Jeremiah 29 verse 11 N.I.V.

So, you see, just like learning to knit – or anything else you can name – you have to take it a little at a time and with experience you’ll find great satisfaction. Praise the Lord!


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School Camp

A couple of days ago I was held up in traffic whilst a group of school children boarded their ‘bus to take them to school camp. On the pavement beside the ‘bus was a great pile of rucksacks, bags, tennis racquets, a net of balls and so on.

As I was sitting, patiently waiting to move off, I was reminded of the time I went to school camp back in June1953 when I was eleven years old.

I was living just outside Birmingham in the industrial Midlands, at which time it was a smoky, dirty place with factories belching out the foul-smelling residue of their activities. There were ironworks with their furnaces and gas works where the gas supply for the area was stored, not to mention domestic fires polluting the air. Not a nice place for kids in which to grow up, you will agree, I am sure.

So, every summer just before the end of our final term, the top class of our junior school went to camp located near the Wyre Forest in Worcestershire. This was a really magical place for children such as myself who lived all their lives in the grime of industry.

We travelled in a coach but our luggage consisted not of rucksacks but suitcases. These were often quite small so there was not much room for “additional extras” – not that we had much in those days!!

When we arrived at the camp site we were separated into two groups – boys and girls! The accommodation was a wooden hut in which were beds – but no mattresses! This was all part of the “fun”!. After our first meal we all gathered in a large barn and proceeded to make palliasses for mattresses and pillows. I think by the time we’d finished stuffing our mattresses there was more straw on the floor and in our hair than in the covers! It was at this stage that I realised that we were going to have to rough it somewhat!

During the daytime we would go on rambles, drawing and identifying flowers (no picking allowed!), also bird-watching and all sorts of other nature-related activities. Our days were filled with lots to do and by bedtime we were ready for sleep, regardless of the uncomfortable palliasse!.

We could only have been away a week, but to me it seemed like ages. Some of the girls received food parcels from home and one thoughtful parent also included some shoe polish for her daughter – result, one sponge cake tainted with polish – yeuck!! After “lights out” we would chatter quietly, but this didn’t last long as we were all so tired at the end of each day that we’d soon drop off to sleep.

Even though my memory has dimmed somewhat, there was one incident which has remained in my mind. We went on a walk and all I can remember of the terrain is a long and winding road (idea for a song title?). We walked for a while until the road began climbing; teacher was in front and I was one of the “stragglers”. Child protection and health and safety were things of the future at that time, so there was no adult bringing up the rear. Suddenly a boy behind me fell with quite a crash – he must have tripped over something – but he went down and didn’t appear to be getting up. The group had by this time disappeared around a bend. Decision time. I called out with my little voice but obviously no-one heard me, so I waited until the boy recovered and we decided to stay put. It seemed like forever but eventually the teacher came dashing back, having realised that two of his charges were missing. I was near to tears with relief and so it all ended happily; just a grazed knee and a tear-stained face.

And the same applies to God. We can follow Him, and we might get lost on the Way, but He’ll not leave us lost and forlorn. No matter what we do, He’ll be there whenever we need Him, to dry our tears and mend our broken hearts.

    “Never will I leave you; Never will I forsake you.”
    (Hebrews 13 verse 5b)
    “Be strong and courageous. Do not be terrified; do not be discouraged, for the Lord your God will be with you wherever you go.”
    (Joshua 1 verse 9)


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More Playtime Stories

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.

Horseless Carriage

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.”
    (N.I.V.)

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.”


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BIG School

In the U.K., from 1944 to 1976, children of school age were required to take an examination in their last year of primary education in order to ascertain admission to various types of secondary school. This was known as the “Eleven Plus” All children aged 11 and 12 were required to take this test and the results would determine which school they would be attending for their senior education. Children who failed to gain a 25% pass mark were assigned to what was then known as Secondary Modern schools.

So, having successfully passed this test, I was allocated a place at a grammar school not too far distant from home. Dad and Mum were presented with a list of items required to kit me out in the uniform. Once again, I do not know how they managed to do this as it had to be purchased in one particular shop that specialised in school uniforms. I am sure it cost an absolute fortune.

I said in one of my earlier posts that one of the biggest shocks I received on arriving at grammar school, was the realisation that all the girls were of equal or higher ability than myself. I had always been told at junior school how clever I was and how I would “go far”. The latter statement transpired to be somewhat prophetic as I have certainly travelled far and wide in my life.

So, here I was, standing in the cloakroom on the first day of term in my brand new first-year’s uniform of black gym slip, square-necked white blouse, three-quarter length grey socks and shiny new shoes, wondering where I should hang my coat and beret, when I was tapped on the shoulder by a very nervous girl who asked if she could be my friend. I said “Yes” and we remained good friends right up until I left.

It was all so exciting and the building seemed so HUGE. I had never seen anything like it in my life before. There was a lawned quadrangle which, I discovered within the first hour, was absolutely forbidden territory except for sixth formers. (I was to learn a lot more of the perks rewarded to the sixth formers as time went on!). This hallowed area was surrounded on four sides by windowed corridors consisting of classrooms and laboratories. My head was spinning and I was convinced that I would get lost if I had to find my way round unaccompanied by either Prefect or Teacher.

I soon settled in to the daily routine and was enjoying the new subjects that I hadn’t encountered in my junior school days; sciences and languages, pottery and art in a proper art studio.

I was not the perfect student, though, and, to my shame, I was very often in detention. Every morning in Assembly, the Head Teacher would read out the names of girls who had won “House Points” to be added to whichever “House” they belonged to. But, alas, she also read out the names of girls who had been given “Order Marks” and these were deducted from the House total. My name was on the latter list more often than the former!

Discipline was very strict and there was one golden rule – No Talking in the Corridors. The problem was that I couldn’t stop chattering! (Not much has changed in that regard!). Unfortunately, this behaviour was reflected in my exam results.

I found out fairly recently that Julie Walters, the British actress, also attended this school, albeit eight years after me. If you get a chance to read her biography you will find inside a photograph of her school report. This could have been one of mine! “Must try harder”, “Insufficient homework submitted” , “…. could do better.” I now wonder whether there is a generic report for pupils who are not “super-stars” at school!

And then there was sport! Not being very athletic, and hindered by my short stature, I wasn’t too good at sport. This was called P.E. (Pretty Exhausting!!) but the gym mistress gave no quarter and I had to “do my best”. This was, of course, never good enough and in summer or winter I dreaded the lesson. Very often I would be singled out to perform a new “exercise” on the ropes or wall bars, and it was pure torture. I am convinced that our gym Mistress had a huge vicious streak!

    Dream on, girl!!

Our summertime sport was tennis and I was unable even to hit the ball over the net, let alone into the opposite corner! I loved the actual game and wished, oh how I wished, that I could have enjoyed playing. Ultimately I was assigned to being a ball girl – but where would the players be without the ball girl? In winter it was hockey and I hated it! I’d get “thwacked” and bashed, hit by the ball, and tackled most cruelly, but, again, no quarter was given and I had to compete.

(Incidentally, during my basic training for the W.R.A.F later on, I was amazed when we were told that we didn’t have to attempt anything we didn’t feel comfortable doing in the gym. WOW! This lady should have been my P.E. teacher!!)

Senior school was a real struggle for me and I was delighted when, due to a house move, I left at the age of fifteen, having completed four years there. I left without any qualifications but I have no regrets on that score. I attended evenings classes for the next three years, where I learned shorthand, typing and English grammar, ending up with good grades in all subjects. This was an amazing time of learning about what I really wanted to do with my life – secretarial work. And that is exactly what I did for the next 40-odd years!

Sometimes we have to go through terrible times in our lives but I now realise, as a Christian, that God is able to see us through these difficult experiences. He is always there and knows every single thing about us.

The following is taken from The Message Bible. It’s written in everyday language to make it easier to understand. If you don’t know it, I urge you to take a few minutes to read it.

    Psalm 139
    (A psalm of David)

    Verses 1- 6:

    God, investigate my life; get all the facts first hand.
    I’m an open book to you; even from a distance, you know what I’m thinking.
    You know when I leave and when I get back; I’m never out of your sight.
    You know everything I’m going to say before I start the first sentence.
    I look behind me and you’re there, then up ahead and you’re there, too –
    your reassuring presence, coming and going.
    This is too much, too wonderful -I can’t take it all in!

    Verses 7- 12

    Is there anyplace I can go to avoid your Spirit?
    to be out of your sight?
    If I climb to the sky, you’re there!
    If I go underground, you’re there!
    If I flew on morning’s wings to the far western horizon,
    You’d find me in a minute – you’re already there waiting!
    Then I said to myself, “Oh, he even sees me in the dark!
    At night I’m immersed in the light!”
    It’s a fact: darkness isn’t dark to you; night and day, darkness and light, they’re all the same to you.

    Verses 13 -16

    Oh yes, you shaped me first inside, then out;
    you formed me in my mother’s womb.
    I thank you, High God -you’re breathtaking!
    Body and soul, I am marvellously made!
    I worship in adoration -what a creation!
    You know me inside and out, you know every bone in my body;
    You know exactly how I was made, bit by bit, how I was sculpted from nothing into something.
    Like an open book, you watched me grow from conception to birth;
    all the stages of my life were spread out before you,
    The days of my life all prepared before I’d even lived one day.

    Verses 17 -22

    Your thoughts -how rare, how beautiful!
    God, I’ll never comprehend them!
    I couldn’t even begin to count them – any more than I could count the sand of the sea.
    Oh, let me rise in the morning and live always with you!
    And please, God, do away with wickedness for good!
    And you murderers – out of here!
    All the men and women who belittle you, God, infatuated with cheap god-imitations.
    See how I hate those who hate you, God,
    see how I loathe all this godless arrogance;
    I hate it with pure, unadulterated hatred.
    Your enemies are my enemies!

    Verses 23 -24

    Investigate my life, O God, find out everything about me;
    Cross-examine and test me, get a clear picture of what I’m about;
    See for yourself whether I’ve done anything wrong – then guide me on the road to eternal life.


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Playtime 1950s Style

There are children of all ages in our Church, and Sunday mornings before the service it’s often a bit like Piccadilly Circus in the rush hour! They are a lively bunch, ranging in age from 4 up to 12, older ones tend to gather in groups chatting or texting. The younger group will find almost anything behind or under which to hide whilst playing Hide and Seek and, until it’s rendered impossible, they will often “climb Mount Everest” over the chairs! Then it’s back to the iPod or Tablet. But it’s lovely to see them enjoying themselves and it made me realise just how much children’s games have changed over the years.

One of my favourite games when I was a youngster was usually played indoors. It was simply “Shops”. My sister was the shopkeeper and I had to do the shopping. We had already set it up with any empty packets Mum had saved for us, plus whatever we could beg or borrow from the pantry – things like Bisto, scrubbing soap, Lux flakes, Mansion floor polish, Cardinal red tile polish, bottles and jars of various pastes and tins of whatever we could find. We improvised a counter and then the shop would “open”. “Good morning”, my sister would say as I entered the “shop”, “what can I get you today?” I would “buy” several items, using bottle tops as currency, then after completing my shopping I would have to return it all so that the next customer could be served. (Me again!) We loved it and it cost practically nothing to set up. After our game the items would be returned to the pantry ready for Mum to use for meals.

I was talking to someone recently who said her little girl wanted to play “Shops” so they set it up together and the lady was the customer. As she was serving her Mum, the little girl said, “And where are you going on your holidays this year?” How times have changed.

Another game that we played was hopscotch. We would draw the outlines and off we’d go, hopping from square to square with feet astride the double ones. No touching the lines or you were OUT! It was always drawn on the pavement; flagstones were perfect as the “lines” are already there! I was reading the rules online before I wrote this and it all seems so complicated but we just did it! I saw in an online newspaper recently that a young girl was told that drawing hopscotch grids on the pavement could render her liable to criminal damage! How easy it is to steal a child’s innocence.

Other games were Tick (a chasing game), Marlies (marbles), Fives (tennis without a racquet, only palms) and Cowboys and Indians. Boys (and sometimes girls) would gallop around on their “horses”, pretending they were Roy Rogers. If we didn’t have the equipment to play these games then we’d use our imagination. Trees were great pieces of equipment. Climb to the top and you’re “King of the Castle”, hide in them from the Sheriff of Nottingham, break off a small branch and make a bow and arrow. A tree was also a hideout or a house. Cardboard boxes came in useful, too. They could be a car, a train, a boat. The possibilities were endless. We had fun and it seemed to me that it never rained.

And yet, over the years, there is one thing that has never changed, and never will.

    Jesus Christ is the same yesterday and today and forever.
    (Hebrews 13 verse 8).

God has existed for eternity past and will exist for all eternity to come. He is without beginning or end. He is perfect and therefore cannot change for the better and will not change for the worse. His plans to bring something about cannot be changed.

His promises to his creation seen throughout the Bible will come to pass as they always have, without change.

He sees everything we do and hears everything we say. HE IS GOD.

Why not Google Him today, you won’t be sorry and, who knows, you might change!