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 Photo-a-Day      (Saturday, 18th February, 2017) Views: 1,861 
Rub for luck
 Rub for luck   by Jane  (iPhone 6s)
Mesnes Park.

Comment by peebee on 18th February 2017 at 00:27
What a great picture.


Comment by Derek Platt on 18th February 2017 at 02:16
Can't remember how many times I rubbed his foot on the way to and from St. John's School. I wonder how many kids spit on their hands first.


Comment by Linda Massa on 18th February 2017 at 06:28
How many of us have given that shoe a rub.


Comment by Veronica B on 18th February 2017 at 07:56
Unusual angle for the famous shoe. The sky looks as if it's been brushed in with water colour and it's a pin sharp, fun type image!


Comment by Sue on 18th February 2017 at 08:19
I love this simple but effective shot.meaningful to those who have been there and done it !


Comment by Thomas(Tom)Walsh on 18th February 2017 at 08:33
Another lighthearted story I wrote for Past Forward a few years ago. I promise not to post any more !

Sunday Afternoons, 1950s.
A Sixpenny Wish.

Early nineteen fifties, Sunday afternoons without fail, I, along with a collection of older cousins, walk to Mesnes Park. Church out of the way, and armed with coppers earned throughout the preceding week, going errands, for neighbours, or on a particular good week, shillings from the rebate, after the gas meter had been emptied. This time of wealth alas, only occurred infrequently. I know more than one school pal, who decided that the collection money meant for the upkeep of the church, would be better spent in The Park Cafe, "anyway it's only tuppence and won't be missed", said to justify their misdeed. I must confess to being tempted to follow their lead, but after much soul searching, concluded that eternal damnation, and the fire that never goes out wasn't worth risking for a few pence. Catholic guilt I suppose!

On the way to the park we would often call at The Market Square to admire the cars that had been parked over night, each child would decide which car we would like to have when grown up, my choice was always the Triumph Mayflower, an ambition that hasn't totally disappeared.
On reaching the park gates, the race was on, to reach the statue of Sir Francis Sharp Powell. Each believing the story, that if you rubbed his foot and ran round the bronze figure three times, you would find a sixpence. I can't remember feeling disappointed when week after week the promised reward failed to materialise. However, I can still remember the excitement when the predicted dividend, almost transpired. That particular Sunday, I won the race, and having completed the ritual, made my way towards the cafe. As I made my way along the path (no waking on the grass in those days). In the distance, glinting in the afternoon sun, I see what I convinced myself was the long looked for tanner, alas to be crestfallen, on discovering the windfall was only a threepenny bit. After initial disappointment, I am pleased with my find. Hence from that day, I have believed that this local piece of folklore is half right!

Next stop the cafe,to spend our treasure, winter months hot Vimto , on warmer days a glass of lemonade , and if funds allowed a Cassinelli ice cream,with raspberry. The establishment was always packed to overflowing ,my sister,seven years older than yours truly,was usually there,and not at all happy to see my smiling countenance. Her group of friends used the cafe to show of their Sunday best and look for eligible young men, more than one marriage had its beginnings in the Park Cafe . An uninvited little brother may well have cramped her style. I more often than not managed to blackmail her in to giving me a coin or two to make myself scarce. Then loot in my pocket of to the playground .

We would play all sorts of games, the girls Seashells , hopscotch and skipping sung to rhymes such as "Tinker, Tailor ,Soldier, Sailor,Rich-man,Poor-man ,Beggar-man,Thief" .
The boys would have no truck with such girly games,perish the thought ! you'd have been ostracised if you so much as touched a skipping rope, worse still a ball if it wasn't a football or a rugby-ball . Although some games were played by both sexes Hide and Seek
and my particular favourite Skilly, a game I think peculiar to Wigan,I won't go into the rules, but I'm sure many readers of Past Forward will also remember it with fondness. Another popular game, the older boys would play Tarzan on the monkey bars, the younger boys Cowboys and Indians and even more controversial Japs and English,or Jerrys and Briits ,remember this time was only a few years after World War 2,and people were far less hung up on political correctness. It was a time when people would examine goods to make sure that they had no input from Germany or Japan,thank goodness times have moved on and scars have healed, today terms such as these would be frowned upon ,but not so in those days, so I felt I ought to mention them for accuracy ,certainly not to cause offence.

After the playground, a brief visit to the bowling green,the stay there was short because like my sister and her compatriots, the men,(always men bowlers in those days) were not pleased with our presence and would threaten us with 'The Parkie' ,now there was a man not to tangle with. The threat ringing in our ears and a similar welcome on Tennis Courts, off then to see the ducks,and then home, passing Sir Francis without so much as a glance; strange on entering the park everyone wanted to take part in polishing his shoe, on the way home he was universally ignored,so much so he mightn't never of lived ! Home then to a good old fashioned tea. Mothers would have busy in our absence, baking, the tables would grown under the weight of meat and potato pies ,meat pies,egg custard tarts and of course home baked bread . Sitting in the middle of the feast ,a trifle, which couldn't be disturbed until everyone had their fill of the savouries. When tea was over the leftovers were carefully wrapped in greaseproof paper and placed in the meat safe ( very few had refrigerators in those days) waste wasn't an option , my Mother was a particularly good manager , Aunties would joke " Janey can make a meal out of a dish cloth" .Waste was a luxury that couldn't be afforded ! The residue from Sunday would make a lovely Monday tea or "jack-bit" for Dads and Uncles to take to the pit, today it would be called 'a packed lunch' ,although truth to tell it never tasted as good on the second day ,I reasoned because the baking aroma had dissipated , that on the previous day had the gastric juices flowing on entering your home, or even passing a neighbours house, everybody baked and the smell emitted from every door. Nothing could be touched before hands and face had been washed,and the obligatory inspection of said hands had taken place. Happy days!


Comment by kath on 18th February 2017 at 08:34
I'm doing a telepathic rub right now ans wishing for a Wigan win tomorrow!


Comment by Garry on 18th February 2017 at 09:11
Yes and this photo confirms yesterdays P-A-d, the pavilion.
You have an eye for the camera, Jane well done.


Comment by irene roberts on 18th February 2017 at 09:19
My Dad lifted me up to rub this shoe for luck, I lifted up my children and my son lifts my grandchildren. The continuity of this tradition through the decades is heart-warming, as is the wonder on the faces of the children. I hope all their wishes come true.


Comment by Maureen on 18th February 2017 at 10:14
Jane,you seem to have an artistic streak..it's a brilliant shot.


Comment by maggie. on 18th February 2017 at 10:16
Thank you, Tom, for your lovely account. it shows my age - when I was a child, we were not allowed anywhere near the statue, we were chased off with shouts. I used to love going to the park though, it was great.


Comment by Neil Cain on 18th February 2017 at 10:43
Good composition Jane. Great story, excellently told Tom. If wishes were horses eh Irene?


Comment by irene roberts on 18th February 2017 at 11:28
Keep them coming, Tom! x.


Comment by raymyjamie on 18th February 2017 at 12:12
What a brilliant piece by Tom Walsh.
Well done Sir.
Mesnes Park is still a lovely space to visit, and long may it continue to be.


Comment by veronica b on 18th February 2017 at 12:19
I can relate to the "examining of goods' Tom when my dad would mutter if my mam happened to make a rice pudding in the fifties. Even when I got a Nissan car in my 40's he still muttered about anything Japanese.

Good story!


Comment by raymyjamie on 18th February 2017 at 12:22
Fantastic piccy Jane.


Comment by Maurice. on 18th February 2017 at 12:29
The shoe appears to be just a few inches off the ground,and looks like a very big shoe.


Comment by Anne on 18th February 2017 at 13:30
Is it a shoe or some kind of fashionable boot? He was a well to do well dressed gent.
Done it again Jane.


Comment by Helen of Troy on 18th February 2017 at 13:39
Great photo, very artistic.


Comment by tuddy on 18th February 2017 at 16:35
Keep posting Tom, another good read.


Comment by Lynne on 20th February 2017 at 14:13
Very professional shot. You've certainly got an eye for photography, Jane. Magic!


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