As a young boy in Kirkcudbright,
Dad sat on the harbour wall eating fish n chips.
Summer bliss.
Wet and windy August Bank holiday
Returning to old haunts with Dad,
Trip down memory lane,
Eating haddock and chips
In the bandstand in the rain.
© Alison Jean Hankinson
My offering for d’Verse after a blissful weekend away in the caravan taking a trip down memory lane with Dad.
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Love the memories, and the name that add so much atmosphere… I love fish & chips
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I learned to spell Kirkcudbright as a little girl as my Dad had lived there. It is pronounced Kerkuberry… spoken best with a scottish accent…
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What a lovely place to visit with all those special memories – I hope the fish and chips were as good as in the old days, if not better ;o) xxx
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Food helps bring back memories. Interesting way to pronounce Kirkcudbright.
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I’m more of a scallops and lobster girl. But the poem (and memory, I’m sure) is beautifully touching.
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It is always fun, albeit challenging to revisit places of the past; lovely though to do it with your Dad, Cold & rainy there for August. My wife was in Scotland in June, and it was cold & rainy most of two weeks.
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This makes me hungry for fish and chips. And rain.
Beautiful.
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I love fish and chips ~ How lovely to revisit those favorite places with your family ~
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I like how you did the (pardon the expression) bait and switch… offering us fish & chips the first time, haddock and chips the second. Don’t know why exactly, but it pulled me up and made me smile. Good poetry, that! Not to mention I’m tasting malt vinegar….
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You do this so well, Alison! And for some reason, I’m hungry now… 🙂
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OK Alison, now we all want fish and chips, lol. Great story that came about because your dad shared his day (and food), with you. It does evoke a wonderful memory in everyone!
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Lovely memories!
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and now I want fresh hot fish and chips sprinkled liberally with malt vinegar – I love the sharing of memories with us and with your dad…I miss my dad. smiles through tears….
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Aah…those blessed moments with our parents! Love your tasty ‘Summer bliss’ very much 🙂
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Oh boy, I’m starving! Even when language fails, the fish and chips is still here to unite the United Kingdom (and the Commonwealth) — and to unite the diet of a pescetarian’s and everyone else’s.
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Made me wish I could take a nostalgia trip with my dad too. Blissful times. Thanks for the tear this morning, Alison.
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Awe – spending a day like that – I hope he had good stories to share with you.
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Nothing more blissful than living old memories with your parents. I’m sure you had a great blissful time 🙂
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Precious memories revisited! I enjoyed this as it reminded me of time with my father this summer, revisiting memorable places. Thanks for sharing 🙂
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VErrrry late to the reading. Apologies! Had grandkids with us Sunday through yesterday
So glad I read this one……..I think for many of us, we’ve had moments of bliss with our parents that only now, when they are memories, do we realize they were indeed bliss. So many of those memories I wish I could catapult back to…just for a few more moments with my folks.
Wonderful use of the word “bliss” here.
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