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Beale st aston
- Thread starter Astoness
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Not really what you want Lyn, but the first photograph in post 16 at https://birminghamhistory.co.uk/forum/showthread.php?t=23229&page=2&highlight=1969-73, Phil & I (well Phil actually because he has the local knowledge) decided was probably Beales St, though not in a livable state.
David Weaver
gone but not forgotten
Hello Lyn, Beale Street was my playground because it was at the bottom of my street, Gladstone. It was marvellous for shrapnel collecting after the Queens Road land mine disaster but a bit dangerous to mess around in because of the shifting rubble. My dad served many customers with coal and consequently I pulled lots of bags to the side of the truck to help him. Kind regards, David.
hi david we didnt see danger when we were children did we some of the things i got up to makes me shudder now lol
lyn
David Weaver
gone but not forgotten
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InMemory of 'The Shrapnel Collectors'
DavidWeaver (c) 2014
There'splenty of lost skin on those bomb sites,
rubbedfrom knees, elbows and bums.
Kidscollecting fragments of death,
tryingto out-wit all their chums.
Climbingover the rubble of lost memories,
thebric a brac of homes blown away.
Collectingthe shrapnel that left a big scar,
stilltucked into thoughts of today.
Ionce found a fin sticking out of the mud,
pulledit, rocked it, then heaved.
Butnothing would loosen the grip from its bed,
soI went home feeling quite peeved.
Iasked my sister to help save the rare prize,
butshe clipped my ear with loud jeers.
SoI went back alone and my prize was gone,
noFin, a new hole full of fresh tears.
Theblood on my knees now replaced by old scars,
pockets long emptied of steel.
MayI wish Gudday to those collectors thought gone,
asthey sit with their kin for a meal.
Nowlife goes on as life always will,
separatedby distance and time.
Butthe bond is the sweetest when first tasted,
asthe kids lost their skin in the grime.
DKW
ello Astoness, I wrote this last night in case I forgot it. You triggered the idea, regards, David.