Lenten Reflections: Forty Things I Really Like And… (Day 16)–School days

Friends from school days. ‘And me, of course’ suggested that I write about “My school”, Which one? I asked. She told me the one I went to England. I explained to her that I had gone to both elementary and secondary schools. I told her about two friends from each of these schools, who had come back into my life after many years of absence, thanks to the connective power of Facebook :-). They’re both in my thoughts a lot these days. Today, I will write briefly about one of them. The other will get his day later.

One boy, lived near my elementary school in Shepherds Bush. He lived in a flat (apartment) over some shops not far from the market. I remember him for being a short, smiley-faced boy, who became a great friend. I’ll call him by his nickname, “Dixie”. His parents were great and would often invite me, and some other school friends to their home for tea. We played–I really can’t remember what we did, but we hung out together. We played football (soccer) together for the school. He was good and scored a lot of goals. We lost touch after we went to secondary school; he went to the local secondary, while I went to a selective school in Westminster. Then, one day, some 40-odd years later, I got a message from his daughter, and from that we were reconnected. Now, we exchange little reminiscences and thoughts about food and football. He looks like an older version of the boy I knew. If I had one wish in the world for us, it would be to go to Cooke’s and eat pie ‘n’ mash, with plenty of liqour. seaside-pie-n-mash-3-58Shepherds Bush MarketThat’s more than a great thing to do on a Saturday afternoon.

I hope he has a special Saturday. I know he will be rooting for his football team: wearing their jersey and singing “Bubbles” 🙂 I need to know how he got to love a team from the east end of London, when we were west London boys. What happened to him? When our teams face off next in the English Premier League, I will have to rib him mercilessly. Funnily, his team (West Ham–from the east :-)) and mine (QPR) have more than  a city in common. Like many funny things, my team’s manager was a famous player for his team. I’ll have to think about the coincidences later.

‘And me, of course’ has a swim meet this morning and I hear feet running hurriedly upstairs. Oh, to be nine years old again! 😉


About The Grasshopper

Professional international economist, recently retired from an international organization. I use blogging as a way of organizing my ideas and thoughts about a range of topics. I was born in Jamaica, and spent many years being educated, living, and working in the UK. I lived in the USA for a few decades, and worked and travelled abroad extensively. My views have a wide international perspective. Father of girls. Also, married to an economist.
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