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Kandor
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There's a park at the bottom of Mount St, Nechells..just a few hundred
yards from where Poms Mom now lives.
It doesn't have much of a claim to fame , it nestles along the the 'banks'
of the River Rea and the Canal that goes from Nechells to Spaghetti
Junction..
It does have a small hill in it though..
Which is why gangs of us used to meet up and play soldiers.
They call it 'Spion Kop' park.
I wasn't really up on the Boer War back then so didn't know where the name came from, sure, I could ask Dennis all about it and the battles he fought there but then again, the memories may be too painful for him to dwell on 8)
Whether I misheard it as a kid or the person who told its name wasn't too
sure about it either, but I always called it 'Spying Cob'
It's where we played out our battles and campaigns
It was a really good park for us kids...the defenders used to roll down rocks on
us as we struggled to take it from the 'Enemy'
I cant ever remember being hurt during those battles..I do remember hurting
someone though.
It was the was the second time I made such a shot..
I threw a stone at one of the defenders who was looking out for us via a
4ft piece of cast iron rain water pipe..
It was a shot in a hundred as it rattled along the pipe and I heard a
scream as it bounced off his forehead..he had a lump like Torchy the battery boy for weeks after.
Just up from there is my longest surviving piece of work..a handrail that I put in when I was 18 (cough)... 14 years ago.
But the park was cool, just over the fence is a piece of graffitti still scratched into the stone..it says 'Robbo 1959'
It was done by my brother Robert just above the Rea right next to the 'dark half hour'
He was 10 years old.
The park isn't what it used to be of course, time and faded memories have taken care of that..
But if I close my eyes I can still see Norman Lumbley charging up the hill, Clive Hayes falling almost from the top to the bottom with a lump on his head like a coconut...that's what it's all about you know...memories
yards from where Poms Mom now lives.
It doesn't have much of a claim to fame , it nestles along the the 'banks'
of the River Rea and the Canal that goes from Nechells to Spaghetti
Junction..
It does have a small hill in it though..
Which is why gangs of us used to meet up and play soldiers.
They call it 'Spion Kop' park.
I wasn't really up on the Boer War back then so didn't know where the name came from, sure, I could ask Dennis all about it and the battles he fought there but then again, the memories may be too painful for him to dwell on 8)
Whether I misheard it as a kid or the person who told its name wasn't too
sure about it either, but I always called it 'Spying Cob'
It's where we played out our battles and campaigns
It was a really good park for us kids...the defenders used to roll down rocks on
us as we struggled to take it from the 'Enemy'
I cant ever remember being hurt during those battles..I do remember hurting
someone though.
It was the was the second time I made such a shot..
I threw a stone at one of the defenders who was looking out for us via a
4ft piece of cast iron rain water pipe..
It was a shot in a hundred as it rattled along the pipe and I heard a
scream as it bounced off his forehead..he had a lump like Torchy the battery boy for weeks after.
Just up from there is my longest surviving piece of work..a handrail that I put in when I was 18 (cough)... 14 years ago.
But the park was cool, just over the fence is a piece of graffitti still scratched into the stone..it says 'Robbo 1959'
It was done by my brother Robert just above the Rea right next to the 'dark half hour'
He was 10 years old.
The park isn't what it used to be of course, time and faded memories have taken care of that..
But if I close my eyes I can still see Norman Lumbley charging up the hill, Clive Hayes falling almost from the top to the bottom with a lump on his head like a coconut...that's what it's all about you know...memories