harry hayes Posted April 10, 2014 Report Share Posted April 10, 2014 This will be at least as popular as the last two poems on here. My memory is being taken to the Cameo, pre war. The films were cycled across town from either the Regent or the Star Kinema. HARD TIMES - GOOD TIMES Have we finished with that jam-jar mum? No there's still a bit left inside; So off to scavenge the local tip, Dustbins or countryside. You see jam-jars were quite precious, In the depression days, pre-war; Not just for housing tiddlers, But to open a magic drawer. We had three lots of cinemas, Grade one; grades two and three; The last were real dirty dumps, 'With each seat you get one flea'. Entry was a penny or a jam-jar - Few had a coin to spend; Stamp and hiss when the film broke, Or the showing started at 'the end'. Double features were in fashion, Films quickly cycled from there to here; Usually that made for a short delay, Joyous boos and then a cheer. We were all in love with the 'leading light', As she guided us to our pit; The only flirting was with elastic bands, A big hooray for a direct hit. I believe this story from my father, A man who never lied; There stood a long line of urchins, When a fellow in a suit arrived. The man watched as each offered glass, Which to him appeared very strange; He slapped half a crown on the counter, And received 29 jam-jars change. ------------------------------------------------------ Thank you for reading Happy days Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Evil Sid Posted April 10, 2014 Report Share Posted April 10, 2014 Brilliant as always and i can just see the guy in the suit trying to carefully carry 29 jam jars down a darkened kinema aisle overflowing with boisterous street urchins. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Dizzy Posted April 10, 2014 Report Share Posted April 10, 2014 Another great one Harry PS.. what did they really do with all the jam jars ? Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
harry hayes Posted April 10, 2014 Author Report Share Posted April 10, 2014 Thank you Sid and Dizzy Same as they did with the more valuable pop bottles, I guess. Happy days Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Dizzy Posted April 10, 2014 Report Share Posted April 10, 2014 Which was what Harry?..... or are you not telling Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
harry hayes Posted April 10, 2014 Author Report Share Posted April 10, 2014 Dizzy, I would assume that even then they were ground down and recycled. Happy days Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Evil Sid Posted April 11, 2014 Report Share Posted April 11, 2014 more likely sold back to a jam factory at a profit. wonder if there is any info out on the web about that. will have to have a troll round and see what i can come up with. well as a result of a quick search it seems that the collected jars were sold to the scrap man by the kinemas. One other option was for the kids to take the jars to the scrap man themselves and get the money thus getting the price of admission and a bit left over for some sweets. so something new I have learned today. proof that we do live and occasionally learn. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Dizzy Posted April 11, 2014 Report Share Posted April 11, 2014 I googled too and found this chap talking about the jam jars cinemas etc....... worthy of posting as he makes me smile especially at the the end http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q5kvopQtgK8#t=17 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
algy Posted June 7, 2014 Report Share Posted June 7, 2014 Brilliant and amusing poetry Harry as usual. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Robbo Posted June 8, 2014 Report Share Posted June 8, 2014 I remember reading this somewhere else but the first line of the last verse read 'The man watched as each offered a jam-jar,' Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Dizzy Posted June 8, 2014 Report Share Posted June 8, 2014 Isn't Harry allowed to change words or lines in his own poems then Robbo ? Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Walkerskid Posted August 29, 2014 Report Share Posted August 29, 2014 My dad fought in WW2. He lost his mates, and was taken POW, he always wanted to visit their graves but never got the chance. After he died I went to his old barracks and asked for a wreath in the regiments colours, I did the pilgrimage for him with my son, and wrote this, One day my son asked who had won that terrible war where my father had gone, So I took him to that far off land covered by miles or nothing but sand' We reached a place where my father said He'd lost his friends, the town Medjed. Outside it's walls we found a place surrounded by trees and so full of grace We walked into that field of peace' I whispered and told him what lay beneath, There were rows and rows of whitened stones hiding remains and broken bones. upon the stones I found their names the ones who he shared so many games Three names I found of whom he spoke' each of them "a bloody good bloke" A thousand graves times a thousand more all young lives lost in a futile war, When all was done they'd count the cost What price to pay for the mothers who'd lost. 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Dizzy Posted August 29, 2014 Report Share Posted August 29, 2014 Gulp... beautiful words Walkersid but so very sad to read too. What a very meaningful thing for you and your son to do as a mark of respect to your dad and his fallen friends. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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