Re: report from the home front
Posted by:
poetscientistdrinker (---.cache.pol.co.uk)
Date: May 23, 2003 01:31AM
First time I've thought of raisins as a luxury good since i was six...
We had a theme week at my primary school, based on a plague village a mile away, that disappeared in the thirteenth century. We all ran about in sacks for a week, and had meals based on the meals of the time and stuff. I can still remember a banquet where things we take for granted now were presented as wondrous things, and also when we worked out how many of us would have been dead, with the dead lying down. It still shakes me, and I can still remember the feeling of looking at the oak trees that marked the old village, knowing how it wasn't a village any more. Very strange, and moving, and part of being English, I guess. there's so much here that is half forgotten, except in folk memory, and it still has the power to move you, even after all this time.
Go to Bosworth, and think of the peasants fighting because they were told to, or a castle, and think of the people who looked out from those walls. Crawl through a long barrow entrance, and feel the warmth of the sun, or read a book from the 18th century. View an old country house or the moss-eaten lines of stones that mark out a bronze age village on Dartmoor. Everytime it's a weird feeling you get - a knowledge of what people before you did and how people in the future will feel too. You're timeless and mortal at the same time, and it all takes me back to being six, and confused, and suddenly aware that the world was bigger than my own little life. I still carry that, and don't know what to say next. Nothing.
PSD
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