Neither Kevin Deignan nor Mark Murray are the author of this posting.
I do have some happy memories of Mirfield . I loved playing football.I probably wasn’t all that good at it but I loved it.I would run ’til I was exhausted and then run some more. I even loved the early morning PE and especially the games we played in the copse at the bottom end of the football pitch.
I remember the long walks we would go on through the snow and I remember the freshly baked bread.
I remember when,on occasion,some man would visit and bring a large bag of chocolate bars,and I remember laughing at the wrong moment when watching a play,’A man for all Seasons’. The executioner,with a pot belly, in profile, silhouetted against the backdrop,lifting his axe,was not the time to laugh,but some of us giggled at the scene, bringing displeasure to some .
I remember the candle-lit processions and crawling through a coal mine to a coal face and visiting Fountain’s Abbey.
I remember the smile on Fr.Grace’s face when I came top in Eng Lit. And I remember the orange juice.
And I remember one of my friends putting his arms around my shoulders and telling me not to cry.