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Photo-a-Day  (Friday, 17th August, 2018)

Of dust thou art...

Of dust thou art...
The demolition of Britannia Bridge School.

Photo: David Long  (Sony RX10 Mk3)
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Comment by: From Where on 17th August 2018 at 00:18

Of dust thou art..
how can we see
the coming silence that will be.
Children's footsteps now there's none , even shadows they too have gone.
Break the walls down, set them free, the children's laughter, nowt left...see.

Comment by: Mick on 17th August 2018 at 06:14

Ive sent in a similar photo to PAD Rev, A lad I know who went to the school wanted a brick with a rose on it but I couldnt get near to the knocker downers to ask for one, and from what I could see was that the bricks were all being carefully cleaned up and put on pallets.

Comment by: Helen of Troy on 17th August 2018 at 07:37

What a sad end for a building, one wonders why it couldnt be used..they would say it was past its sell by date & usefulness....& the homeless & rough sleepers are still with us, what a waste.

Comment by: Veronica on 17th August 2018 at 08:33

I don't know of anywhere else they demolish buildings in the way Wigan does..... It may as well be an old garden shed at the bottom of the garden!

Comment by: Anne on 17th August 2018 at 08:44

I enquired about buying certain portions of the brickwork to use as garden ornaments..... no reply/response whatsoever.

Comment by: irene roberts on 17th August 2018 at 08:46

This is such a sad photo. Britannia Bridge School, with its lovely red bricks, has been such a landmark over the years. I love old schools and hate to see them demolished. A lady I knew was a teacher here and told me that one of her little infant pupils thought it was called "Pretend you're a Bridge" School!

Comment by: DTease on 17th August 2018 at 09:19

First day trepidations, christmas celebrations, triumphs and disaster, tears and laughter. All now consigned to history.

Comment by: Alan H on 17th August 2018 at 09:28

My dad went there. He was born in 1902.

Comment by: Poet on 17th August 2018 at 09:33

If this coucil ran York, they would demolish The Shambles and put up maisonettes.

Comment by: Anne on 17th August 2018 at 09:34

Mick.... no roses anywhere on this school building, maybe there could have been on Rose Bridge shool building. I did a return visit some years ago to enlighten pupils how school was when I began my schooling there.

Comment by: Mick on 17th August 2018 at 12:15

Anne I couldnt see any Roses as well but he said this.
I'm hoping to get one of the decorative red terracotta rose bricks from above one of the doorways when I return now that they have started to demolish it but knowing my luck it will be flattened when I get back home! Lol

Comment by: Philip G. on 17th August 2018 at 12:37

Gone now, its guiding hands,
And early laughter -
Their 'call' from neighboured path.
The old 'Bridge School had caved
To tempered might, and better-change.
Its naked rooves once ghosts
Of builders' half-built hulls,
Writhing walls of tired doughty fight,
And beaten rails that sped the cracks below.
But better-change,
yet carried thought,
Now guide the pupils flight.

Comment by: Anne on 17th August 2018 at 16:12

Mick.... apologies to your friend. I think he could be right about roses. I have looked on google and there does seem to be something quite small over one of the front doors, can't make out what it is. In all the time I attended we never, never entered by either of the front doors always the back. I have entered by the front just the once when I visited a few years ago. He mustn't be be as old as me if he was using front doors.

Comment by: Dave on 17th August 2018 at 16:27

We treasure happy memories and experiences . Life does and progress tries to take them away .
We hold onto treasured momentous given to us , then pass them on to relatives or friends who put them no doubt in the attic eventually, no matter how sincere, to end up at a car boot , for someone to buy , someone , who will have no knowledge of the hands who once held them or valued them before ..

Everything is but temporary, a moment is quickly gone, as everything has to be pushed aside by the tractor called progress and the constant movement called life .
The treasured box in all this is our memories, which unlike the moment , we can return to whenever we choose ... and far more importantly , progress cannot touch ..

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