Summer Party 2017
Sunday, 25 June 2017 12:00
until Sunday, 25 June 2017 18:00
The Summer Party at RGS Springfield
Everyone is welcome on Sunday 25th June between 12 noon and 6 pm. Bring a picnic, plus rugs and chairs. The party is free and everyone living in Britannia Square, Albany Terrace and Stephenson Terrace is invited. Thank you to RGS Springfield for letting us enjoy their huge garden and the school hall. There will be plenty of outdoor games and the party will take place whatever the weather. Entrance will be at the North Gate.
If you are new to the area, we all want to meet you. Please come and bring your family and friends.
It is a great opportunity for neighbours to get together for a relaxing afternoon.
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Thank you to everyone for contributing to and attending the wonderful party at Springfield on Sunday. We offer special thanks to Springfield for once again kindly allowing us to use their beautiful grounds, marquees and school facilities. Everyone enjoyed the beautiful garden for our picnic and the children had a lot of fun playing games there.
We had wonderful entertainment, with music from talented young pianists Tamara Enthoven, Natasja Enthoven and Honor Needham, verses for the occasion written and performed by Angela Lanyon and a performance by a terrific magician, Fletcher Ransberry. We had about seventy residents and our Ward Councillors in attendance, along with our new Police team, who also joined us.
Angela's verses
THE BALLAD OF BIG BALD JOE
There’s a story that’s true, how they shot Dan Magrew,
It’s well known as a legend out west
But how many folk know about big, fat, bald Joe
And the trouble that followed his quest?
It was out on the trail past the end of the rail -
Where the canyon comes down to the lake,
At the creek called Lost Shoe, in the year eighty two
There were rumours of claims you could stake.
Joe was first on the scene but his mood was dead mean
When he saw who’d been dogging his track
A black hearted guy with one dodgy eye,
And a penchant for shooting you back.
The bacon was sizzly when out popped a grizzly-
As tall as a totem its height,
As the bacon was done, Joe reached for gun
And gave it a left and a right.
But the bear didn’t stop, they’re not bothered by shot,
And its eyes were all evil and black
Joe snatched up the pan, said: `I’ll fight like a man-
’When who should be seen on the track?
The stranger came by with the one dodgy eye,
He was aiming for Joe, you might say,
He wanted his loot and he reckoned to shoot
And blame Joe who got plumb in the way.
The bear swung around and covered the ground
With the speed of a river in spate,
The guy took to his heels but Joe knew by the squeals
That the black hearted man met his fate.
Joe finished his mash and poked round in the trash
For remains that might give him a clue
But narry a trifle - one once fired rifle
And down by the creek - one left shoe.
Joe set up a rock and carved on the block
A message to those who came there
This creek’s called lost shoe for the one eyed man who
Was last seen being chased by a bear.
I don’t know about Joe and I don’t want to know,
There’s wheels within wheels, which is true.
But I reckon a bear when it’s eaten its share
Would leave more than one lonely left shoe.
There’s a ghost, so they speak wanders down by the creek
And footprints appear in the snow,
Is the stranger still there being chased by a bear -
BRITANNIA SQUARE Poem Summer 2017
The Romans built a temple where
There is now Britannia Square,
And underneath there are remains
Of hypocausts and Roman drains.
Later on the Angles came,
Then Saxons who were much he same,
And Viking with their sails aquiver
Boldly sailed right up the river.
The Normans next - a nasty lot,
They built a castle and a mott
And pilgrims to the Severn strode
On what was once a Roman road.
So slowly, larger grew the town -
Until Matilda burnt it down.
The years passed by without a pause
For civil and uncivil wars. But out, beyond the city gates
A field of sky blue flax awaits
Developers! They have a plan -
`Build me a house as quick as you can.’
Beautiful terraces blossom forth
To the south, to the west, the east and the north.
A seller of silk, a buyer of tea,
A Master of Dance and clergymen three,
Teachers and tutors quickly move in
Surgeons and spinsters and so we begin
With lives interwoven, destinies laid,
Gossip and rumour and memories made.
Came the war, the Square sank low -
All the railings had to go
The houses fell in disrepair
With weeds and dry rot everywhere
And worst of all, if rumour’s right,
Were all the goings on at night!
The Wheel of Fortune takes a spin
And up it bobs like ice in gin,
With paint and powder on its face
The Square’s no longer in disgrace.
Now sometimes, by a trick of light
You turn your head, and may catch sight
Of someone whom you cannot place,
And yet, you think, I know that face.
For drifting through the gentle air
Are ghosts who loved Britannia Square.
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