It’s 23 years since young Dean Marsden from Cliff Hill School proudly showed off his swimming certificate. This was not just a run of the mill certificate but his advanced swimming test certificate which, for a nine-year-old. was something really special.
My own swimming certificate, which I was also presented with in 1959, then aged nine, looks just the same, although now held together with cellotape. It is one of my own childhood memories which I keep tucked away in my tin box of memories.
We all have a tin box of memories or perhaps it is in the form of an old suitcase in the loft, or ladies might have an old handbag or shoe box in, on or behind a wardrobe. We keep these “snapshots in time” because they bring back the moment.
When our time comes and family look back on what they often describe as rubbish and are heard to say “What did dad keep this old rubbish for?”
It does not matter anymore but these were the snapshots in time that meant so much to him. It was his certificate or one of the children’s and dad was there to watch the effort that went into passing the test for it.
A proud day to remember and look back on, whether it is a photograph or just a faded newspaper cutting.