Time is important to me right now; there is this acute awareness that it is finite, creeping and precious. I have this to do, and that to do, and if I am not careful I will begin to express myself like a professional footballer playing in a cup-tie and behaving like a headless chicken.
Time can be interesting as well as a concern. Why is it that 1968 seems much more recent than the Spring of 1973? As for Ushaw Moor, version 1954 -1960, it seems like another planet all together; 1956 was all about that school building in Temperance Terrace, Jackie Milburn and Len Shackleton; then there were my lovely family members: Ethel Hope, Doreen Hope, Tommy Carse, Arthur Hodgson and others too many to mention. There were no mobile phones in sight; fewer unruly youngsters; Marks and Spencer stores were the size of a shop rather than now, in my area, a village.There were less stressful kids in supermarkets; more cigarettes to harm or kill; for adults there was a moral imperative to be sin free and married. More dirt less sin; smoke and steam from locomotives; fewer 90 year olds......
A useful tool for tripping the universe is - British Newspapers 1800 - 1900,
http: //newspaper.bi.uk/blcs/
might get you there [breaking news it does not] via red dwarfs and black holes, but if not just google and experiment - you will find it. It costs a penny short of seven pounds for a 24 hour pass and that gives access to one hundred articles - several of which involve New Brancepeth and Ushaw Moor via its search box.
WB
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