KL Caley is our host for the Thursday Write Photo challenge.
This week she gives us Bandstand: oh the memories!

For visually challenged writers, the image shows a green bandstand in a park. Nearby is a long building with windows overlooking the bandstand.
Band Stand Image by KL Caley

They say you cannot go back, that places are never the same as we remember them.
How very true, but the memories are always there.

In my younger days, there was a bandstand in the park which was in use every weekend throughout the Summer. Flanked by aromatic flower beds in riotous colour, you could hire a deckchair for an hour or so to sit and listen to the band as they played. It was a respite for parents too as their kids could paddle safely in the little stream that ran alongside, one which was carefully maintained and never deeper that a few inches. Paper sail boats were popular, most handmade from a scrap of wood, a stick for a mast and a paper napkin.

There is something about the sound of a brass band, be it of the Salvation Army, armed forces, or even a school concert. The music is in a class of its own,  even the most melancholy of ballads touches your soul, makes your skin tingle, and gets into your heart, raising your spirits. Or at least it does for me.

On a Summer’s day, it was not unusual to see people dancing on the grass. Not the bopping disco beat, but proper dancing, waltzes, two steps, even some kids doing their rendition of a polka and collapsing in a giggling heap when they got too carried away.
Sometimes there would be fetes with tombolas, rides, and cakes stalls set out in the park for whatever charity drive was in favour or a fund raiser for a world disaster.
Sitting outside listening to a band as you have a picnic was a lovely way to spend a Saturday or Sunday afternoon.

The bandstand isn’t there anymore. The park is not what it was, the stream no longer there, and the flower beds replaced with concrete and litter bins little used as debris is dropped to blow in the wind. No deck chairs are apparent, and parked vehicles line the route that used to lead to the bus station.

No, you cannot go back, and if you do, the bleak sadness of what is compared to the joy of what was makes you want to cry.


About pensitivity101

I am a retired number cruncher with a vivid imagination and wacky sense of humour which extends to short stories and poetry. I love to cook and am a bit of a dog whisperer as I get on better with them than people sometimes! In November 2020, we lost our beloved Maggie who adopted us as a 7 week old pup in March 2005. We decided to have a photo put on canvas as we had for her predecessor Barney. We now have three pictures of our fur babies on the wall as we found a snapshot of Kizzy, my GSD when Hubby and I first met so had hers done too. On February 24th 2022 we were blessed to find Maya, a 13 week old GSD pup who has made her own place in our hearts. You can follow our training methods, photos and her growth in my blog posts. From 2014 to 2017 'Home' was a 41 foot narrow boat where we made strong friendships both on and off the water. We were close to nature enjoying swan and duck families for neighbours, and it was a fascinating chapter in our lives. We now reside in a small bungalow on the Lincolnshire coast where we have forged new friendships and interests.
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  1. There’s nothing quite a brass band on a bandstand on a Summer’s afternoon! Fortunately, we have one close by and another currently being restored. Bring it on!

  2. It’s a shameful thing that many parks have derelict or missing bandstands now. Whatever happened to summer concerts in the parks? I miss them.

  3. Sadje says:

    Lovely memories Di. Thanks for sharing

  4. KL Caley says:

    Love this post. My OH was in a brass band as part of his childhood and regularly played in the town square. His recollection of community spirit is wonderful. Such a shame there doesn’t seem to be as many anymore. Thank you so much for joining in the challenge:
    KL ❤

  5. murisopsis says:

    I know what you mean about going back… everything changes and nothing matches up with the memories!

  6. willowdot21 says:

    That’s so sad Di, I have seen a lot of this in my time. I feel old!💜💜💜

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  9. judeitakali says:

    Beautiful story. Alas change is sometimes inevitable.

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