Having recently found and joined this site, and read many old posts, it really does jog the grey matter into action. Those many days as school-friends spent in the woods, pinching apples, days roaming Accrington and Ossy—the Clough and further, Priesley Clough and further, Whiteash, all these places. Our eight weeks summer hols really were good!
Getting older and braver—Knowlemere St, Accie Con, Springhill, Ossy Empire, Mecca Burnley and Blackburn.
Older still and we start to move away, lose our old friends, have different relationships and priorities.
Only in older years do we rethink our past, remind ourselves of our younger days.
Where are we all now?
Do any of us keep in touch if only from a distance?
Old boys and Old Girls organisations—are we members? Do we know of the existence of these organisations?
I myself am about to join agsob. I am surprised as to how so few of my old long lost friends are members!
Where are you now?
Getting older and braver—Knowlemere St, Accie Con, Springhill, Ossy Empire, Mecca Burnley and Blackburn.
Older still and we start to move away, lose our old friends, have different relationships and priorities.
Only in older years do we rethink our past, remind ourselves of our younger days.
Where are we all now?
Do any of us keep in touch if only from a distance?
Old boys and Old Girls organisations—are we members? Do we know of the existence of these organisations?
I myself am about to join agsob. I am surprised as to how so few of my old long lost friends are members!
Where are you now?
They should have handed out t-shirts when we left: "I Survived Sam Wignall" would have been a good one
In order to join one must have been caught without a cap by Sam; have been humiliated in class by him; and have been introduced to the joys of Rugby by him.