When I was a child, I lived in a town in Surrey called Mitcham, which is now part of South London. I remember it as a safe place. I knew pretty much everyone in the road where I first lived with my grandparents and later, when my parents moved to a small estate consisting of three blocks of maisonettes, I knew pretty much everyone there too, including the local shopkeepers, mainly because I would be sent to do the shopping. Mrs Brown, who was a widowed grocer, knew about my love of ballet and even took me to a few performances at Wimbledon Theatre.
A place I thought was magical was a local green space on the banks of the River Wandle, called Ravensbury Park. Sometimes my grandmother would take me and my sister, or a neighbour’s daughter would accompany me in the summer when I was very little, and as I got older I would go with friends. It’s still there, although it has changed. It used to have two types of swings, a set for little children and another for the older kids, a massive slide, a roundabout and a paddling pool, which was filled with water every summer. There were wooded areas, flowers and a boating lake with ducks and swans. Best of all, there was a small café that sold cold drinks and ice cream.
ducks scramble for crumbs
sunshine sequins on the lake
distant memories
Kim M. Russell, 2018
My response to dVerse Poets Pub Haibun Monday: Hometown Haibun
This Monday Mish is hosting the haibun prompt. She reminds us that the haibun is a combination of prose and haiku, beginning with a non-fictional narrative, a true account written in present tense consisting of concise paragraphs, no more than three. The prose is followed by a traditional haiku which gives reference to a season, bringing another dimension or layer to the prose.
For the theme, Mish wants us to think hometown and bring to life a scene or experience from our hometown, a childhood or adult memory. She wants us to reminisce, relive a moment and describe this place using sensory details. We can even view our hometown through new eyes, the way it feels and looks to us now when we visit.
I love the details of the memories.. the park and the sense of adventure… a magical place is childhood.
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Thanks Bjorn!
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It’s nice to know that something from one’s childhood is still there.
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I wonder if you’d dare go back? I know I would never want to revisit my childhood places.
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Not now, Jane. It’s nothing like what it used to be and there’s nobody there that I know now.
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Best keep the memories intact.
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It feels like the world has changed so much. I wonder what my children will remember when they are my age…this is so precisely described, and I enjoyed your park life haiku.
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All the people, so many people…
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Sweet.. 😎🥀😎🥀😎🥀
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I wish that today’s children could know the sense of safety most of us felt as children. I enjoyed your memories, Kim!
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Thank you, Bev. Sadly, children nowadays do not have that freedom and, as a consequence, no real understanding of the world around them, resilience or urge to explore. They just play on their phones and other devices.
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What wonderful memories- made even more precious when the landscape changes over time. The lake you describe is almost an exact replica of the lake in Alexandra Palace. Love the haiku…it reflects the prose perfectly.
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Thanks Viv!
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Vivid and nostalgic. The roundabout may be something I remember as a child. A beautiful haiku… I especially love “sunshine sequins on the lake”.
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Thanks Mish!
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Sounds like a lovely place!
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It so interesting to read how safe we all felt playing out and about without parents. The park sounds like a wonderful place.
Dwight
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Knowing almost everyone intimately in a place can only happen in childhood. I think many will relate. Love the details & the end Haiku.
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Thank you, Sumana!
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A local park is nothing without a paddling pool, and a kiosk selling ice cream. Lovely memories!
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Kim, this is lovely. I can see it through your delightful words. When childhood is calm, full of safety, and love, these memories build and blossom.
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Thank you, Jane! 🙂
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I think many of us remember a park our grandparents used to take us. They were special visits.
I recall licorice ice cream and pigeons. Love your haiku and photo.
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Thank you, Kathy.
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the last few lines tells me of a very loved childhood especially the memory of sweets and ice cream. how lovely were those days when our neighbours actually came out of their houses and greeted us and knew each other well. these days I hardly see my neighbours let alone know them. beautiful description of your hometown Kim.
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We had so much more freedom then. The town has changed for the worst. I went back last year for my mother’s funeral and was shocked. It was not the way I remember it.
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I felt the same visiting my childhood home and this prompt made me think of all the good people who lived around us too. never the same again. I understand your shock!
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For many of us, it seems, there is an aura of magic about those early days. You gave such good descriptions that shared that with us. And we both had that grandparent influence which I think is such a blessing.
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Oh yes, grandparents are important.
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I bet if you go back it would seem so much smaller:) Not the memories though. Sounds like and ideal spot. I enjoyed this.
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I did go back and it was indeed smaller! I couldn’t fit on the slide 😉
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LOL!! .😁
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