They’re going to catch a big one…
Maybe. Or perhaps it’ll catch them!
Anyone who follows me on Twitter may have seen earlier this year that I shared an article from a national (albeit, tabloid) newspaper alerting the public to a werewolf being loose in my neighbourhood!
So I thought it was an appropriate re-post for archive day, what with Halloween on the horizon. It will bring you up to speed with Old Stinker but if you’d like to speak to him personally, you can tweet him @oldstinker (He’s a very tech savvy monster and a lovely chap who has put me on his ‘Do not eat’ list – phew!)
Now, being a lover of all things paranormal (and believing in it for the most part) I was naturally intrigued by this newspaper article! It seemed there were several sightings by local people of a large, upright, dog-like creature near a water source, that leaped over high fences and seen to be devouring the wildlife.
And it’s not just wild animals that’s on the werewolf’s menu – one witness reportedly saw it gnawing on a German Shepherd – isn’t that kind of cannibalism?!
“Of course, it had to be a big dog didn’t it? I bet it was a chihuahua really…”
That was my mum’s take on the story – not thinking to question the likelihood of a supernatural creature lurking in the woodland, but totally disbelieving the accuracy of witness reports!
As in ‘sixteen’. Derived from this little, leather-bound, battered book, found whilst clearing my granddad’s house.
The post’s title may be making reference to a rite of passage film from the 80s but my first confession would be that I’ve never seen it. But then I only saw Breakfast Club for the first time two years ago. Shush, don’t judge!
Anyway, I’m tangent-ing again…
So the book. It belonged to my Nana and I’d totally forgotten we had it, let alone that I had filled in more than one page myself.
The original entries date back to the 1940s – many contributors I have no knowledge of, other than they were people my Nana was in the ATS with during WW2.
Family members have made more than one contribution, decades apart and it’s interesting to see how their likes have changed as they aged (I don’t even remember Janna Jungle…but my favourite character in public life was Knight Rider. I was 8…)
‘Round like a circle in a spiral, like a wheel within a wheel,
Never ending or beginning on an ever spinning reel…’
These lyrics will be forever etched in my brain, thanks to PE lessons. As a child, we had to prance around the school hall, flapping ribbons in our wake, in a lame attempt to recreate some interpretive dance routine or with aspirations of being the next Olympic gymnast champion. But graceful we were not!
The theme of this week’s Daily Post Photo Challenge is nostalgia, something that we humans often seem fixated on: things were better back in the [insert favourite decade here]!
Now I’m quite a nostalgic person which is not helping my current situation of helping to clear my late grandfather’s house – I’m keeping the daftest of trinkets because they hold some little memory for me. Perhaps I need to be more ruthless with the sorting but it was my childhood home so…
My grandfather was similar in his sentiments for memories. For example, we have so far found every birthday / Christmas card dating back to the late 60s, hundreds of pens which have been dutifully labelled to display the amount he won at bingo with them and of course many photographs.
But the single image I’ve chosen for the challenge shows items from two of the most popular decades for nostalgia buffs: The 40s and 80s. And they serve as a great example of the changes for humankind my grandad saw in his 97 years. I’m sure when he was working on planes during WW2 he never imagined we’d one day have machines powered by the sun or that he’d be video calling people across the globe!
What makes you nostalgic? What do you think future generations will look back on and want to bring back to life in some retro revival? I hope it’s not shell suits…
Image Credits: My own.
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Firstly, I’m seriously slacking this week with blogging and scheduling and such. Life is busy, sorry!
But back to the images. I love churches and religious architecture, despite not following a particular faith, so being a stone’s throw from the Gothic finery of Beverley Minster means I’m utterly spoiled. It’s a magical place.
Although I’ve taken images of its exterior multiple times, I have few of the inside: there’s usually an event taking place or you can’t find someone to issue you with a permit or whatever. However, during the Heritage Weekend Open Days, they cleared out all seating, allowing you to wander at will and see it as it had been when originally built. So snapping away I went!