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Tuesday 22 December 2020

'THE OLD MAN' ... Turns out he wasn't that old at all.

38 years ago tonight Beach Buoy was sat listening to music on his headphones. 

He his sat listening to music on headphones as he writes this as it happens.

Back then the telephone rang.

It was fairly late at night, about 11 pm.

11 pm seemed so much later back then somehow?


'Hello'

'Hello son its Mrs Shaw, sorry son its your Dad.'

and so the world changed  for Beach Buoy.

The man that he once thought was his best friend had gone.

He was 56.

It was a Heart Attack.

They found him slumped at the Kitchen sink with the tap running.

He must have felt sickly.

Oddly, it ended up that Beach Buoy was the last to see him alive.

Beach Buoy had passed his father as he went to do the Christmas shopping.

They passed in vehicles going in opposite directions, near the Travellers Rest Hotel in Hartlepool, earlier that evening.

Beach Buoy waved without response.

'Can't have seen me ?' thought Beach Buoy.

Turns out his Father was desperately trying to reach home as he was having his heart attack.


That's him in the photograph above at Crimdon Dene, Hartlepool with his oldest sister Nelly.

His Mother had died of Cancer aged 43, Nelly help their Dad bring him up.

When he was evacuated during the war, he wrote home to say how how homesick he was.

Nelly was told  "Go and get the lad, he is homesick.'

She did.

That's his Dad below on the left with his uncle on the right.

The uncle served in submarines.

Beach Buoy's dad wanted to follow that route but was talked into becoming a Plater; a reserved trade.

Safer to build ships than go fighting in them.

Beach Buoy has ended being a Plater because of that decision taken during the war years by a Father trying to guide and protect his son from the harsh realities of front line war.

 



Beach Buoy was born in a Council flat in Hartlepool.
Here is him and his dad around 1961?

Beach Buoy's Dad became the youngest Foreman the Shipyard had ever had.
He later became Work's Manager.
Mayor of Middleton.
He was nobody's fool.



They went to the beach at Middleton every weekend.

Always early morning.

"Best part of the day."

The photograph above taken by Beach Buoy after a shrimping trip in  Middleton Bay.

It was his Dad's favourite photograph.

He was wearing his "Whitby slicker." as Dad called it.

He loved that top.

He had the bucket to fetch fresh water to cook the freshly caught shrimps.

They had a shellfish feast in one of the cabins.



 Above is Beach Buoy and Dad outside their cabin at Middleton.
It had a glorious view of the Bay.
Does Beach Buoy miss him?
It has been so long  that it is becoming harder to imagine him being around, the influence he had, his presence.
Beach Buoy looks at this last photograph now and can see himself
almost cowering with shyness.
So many years thinking he wasn't worthy of anything really.
People can do that to you.

We all want our parents to be proud of us.
Never got to know if he was or wasn't.
Beach Buoy has tried to be a good guy.
It hasn't always worked out.

Its odd there is one photograph, just one, a passport photograph of his dad and if Beach Buoy looks at it for more than a few seconds it seems to become animated.
It happens every single time.

Thats it.
If Beach Buoy does get to see him afterwards.... he is giving a punch square on the chin first, then maybe a hug.
No need to socially distance when you are dead.


BEACH BUOY.