Liverpool The Light of Other Days.

History is a continuous process and has its own version of the

Doppler Effect wherein events accelerate until they reach a crescendo and then recede into the darkness, taking with them in their slipstream most of the known facts.
JH

Liverpool Had it's 800th Anniversary in 2007 and the following year is European City of Culture. Although these two events will be viewed with more than passing interest the following pages are not particularly about those two milestones.

This journey begins at the supposedly posh suburbs, makes a long detour through the supposedly deprived Liverpool 7 and finishes where every Liverpool odyssey finishes ----on the docks. It is therefore a journey back in time and space about places and events which I have always thought of as ordinary but looking at them now they were quite extraordinary.

Liverpool is unlike most other cities I know in that it is constantly reinventing itself, throwing to one side the old and on with the new. The list of buildings discarded in this ceaseless search for some unknown identity would make a city of its own. In the year 2007, the city is at present going through its most traumatic metamorphosis ever. Only time will tell if this will be the end of the search.

The Light of Other Days
Oft, in the stilly night,
Ere slumber's chain has bound me,
Fond Memory brings the light
Of other days around me;
The smiles, the tears
Of boyhood,s years,
The words of love then spoken
The eyes that shone,
Now dimm'd and gone,
The cheerful hearts now broken!
Thus, in the still nigh
Ere slumber's chain has bound
me
Sad Memory brings the light
Of other days around me

When I remember all
The friends, so linked together,
I've seen around me fall,
Like leaves in wintry weather,
I feel like one
Who treads alone
Some banquet-hall deserted
Whose lights are fled
Whose garlands dead,
And all but he departed!
Thus in the stilly night
Ere slumber's chain has bound me
Sad Memory brings the light
Of other days around me.
Thomas Moore { 1779 - 1852 }