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My town. A town is different things to different people. A place to come home to? A collection of memories good and bad? somewhere detested? This short blog is an introduction to what further blogs will contain, about me my town and what it means.
Im a Sanddancer. a native of south shields. born and bred. A “sandy” a “dancer” whatever people say. Im not mackem, geordie, jarrovian, hebburnian, IM A SANDDANCER and proud of it.
People criticise this town, but this town is a stowick underdog. In the shadow of 2 other cities within a few miles it struggles to remain autonomous in its own right. But this town is SUPERB. The history outlasts both Newcastle and Scumderland (the romans landed cultivated fortified and developed Caer Urfa before the others) .
In recent years the place has undergone massive change. New shopping, business and residential areas put new hardware on my old memories, this hurts. Im all for regeneration and development but i struggle to accept these changes emotionally. This blog will go someway to archive my thoughts and highlight the changes of south shields.
When i walk through the streets i get a Feeling or a sense! a sense that i only get in a few places. I experienced it in cultural or historical places like Venice for example. Its like i try to submerse myself in that history.
I try to imaging the people hundreds of years ago who stepped on that very cobble or step and try to put myself in their shoes. A type of time travel regression i suppose. I can have any past life i want with a bit imagination.
I look at the tops of the victorian buildings in King st or ocean road then look to ground level and despair at the pound shop, charity shop or indian takeaway that sits at ground (and eye) level. This must surely effect other peoples opinion of the town. All they see is these derelict shops. STOP! look up i tell you. Ignore commercialisation and look at the buildings and imagine the people and you get a much better picture of the town i love.
Take a walk along the beach. Through Corstophine town and wapping st through Mill dam and back along King street when its empty and you may see what i mean.
A smell a sound a sight. Each can invoke a state of mind. The sound of a wave lapping at the beach. A seagull squawing the smell of the river. any of these have the power to make me all sentimental and emotional about my town. I love spreading the word about it and become unusually defensive when its criticised.
I will end this entry by saying when in “Shields” look up. The place captivates and invokes sad and happy memories. The place seems to offer more emotionally than it does financially.