I follow on Facebook a couple of sites which are all about “old Wolverhampton”. They post photos and memories from people who have lived there over the years. I look at the changes on Google Earth, as well. A lot of the buildings I knew have long since disappeared – removed by “the developers”. It is my town no more.
The “developments” give me an all-over feeling of sweet nostalgia and a sadness that so many things have disappeared – including much of the old street where I was brought up. I’ve visited that remodelled street a few times over the years and that, too, gives me that same nostalgia and sadness. Perhaps – and this is where the sadness comes in – I am the last person to remember that street (and lots of other now-gone streets). Gone, gone are those days gone by. And their history is hardly recorded.
Perhaps a daft old beggar like me shouldn’t follow such sites. Yet, when people ask on them for information about places that once were, I can sometimes help. That, surely, helps to record a very tiny part of the town’s history.
I see in dear old Aberystwyth the work of “the developers” changing the town near which I’ve lived for most of my life. As with Wolverhampton, I love that town. And I hope that what stood where once upon a time will be recorded and youngsters will be taught about those times.