Nostalgia At The Fair
A poetic letter never sent.
do you remember back in 1967 at the annual summer fair that came to our village green? Because I do. Sentimental memories of past nostalgia, traces that appear in my mind are clearer when caught in the web of a catchy tune.
Like patchwork of reflections that play out again and again, when meeting you for the first time, as me and my friend approached the fair ground with excitement of thrilling rides and all that evocative, unforgettable music.
Reminiscent aromas, savouring flavours of hot dogs and burgers loaded with onions and tomato sauce – sweet, pink candy floss wrapped around sticks, a sugary experience that melted on your tongue, those toffee apples all sticky and satisfying.
Amusement machines jangling out weird noises, just waiting to eat up pennies while bells rang out above screaming, sounds of chatter, those sirens reverberating throughout, Bumper cars...or dodgems as we called them back then beckoning us to part with coins,
exhilaration of waltzers as they span around fast, the good looking blonde guy who worked on the rides, Snowy was his name, taking our money and winking at all the young teenagers that caught his eye.
Brian do you recall on the roundabout where the floor would go up and down? Me and you would walk around the middle thinking we were so clever, only the very experienced were allowed to be that daring, as faster and faster it picked up speed,
holding my hand as we went round and round. Heat Wave was playing by Martha Reeves and the Vandellas, your favourite sound, you kissed me then said it was our tune, I swooned, I'll remember that moment forever. But in the end that relationship was never to be.
You were eighteen, I'd just turned thirteen, so much age difference sealed our fate. Then there was the fact that you were a mod riding your Vespa and wearing smart attire, while I was what I thought at the time to be a kind of hippy who loved to dress down.
But now we're in October 2019 and I'm old, wiser and grey, but in my heart I feel those moments we shared like they were yesterday.Thank you for those golden memories that nestle in a part of my mind that only you and I can find.
From Jenny. xx