My Dad died on Boxing Day in 1984.At Christmas the following year, on the first anniversary of his death, we took my Mum to Cyprus.While there i took this photo in a dead scruffy shop.Huge candles shaped as babies.Lord knows the purpose of them? They seemed only to be collecting Nicosian dust on the day we visited .............................. (a stranger's collection is usually meaningless,sadly)
Is it a 'boy-thing' this collecting lark?As a lad (6-ish?) I had a notebook in which i obsessively collected bus numbers.I nearly got run over once by an Edinburgh bus on Princess Street in my enthusiasm ........... Older (11-ish onwards) I collected Rugby League programmes.I stored over 3,000 different ones.Even when i stopped collecting i couldn't face getting shut of them.It was only in my 20's ,returning from college in Liverpool one summer, i found out my Mum had given them away "to make more space".........on dark winter nights the boy in me still pines for that rare 1939 Wembley Cup Final programme of Halifax against Salford..........(Halifax won!)
Somehow,by collecting and preserving The Past ,it made The Future more secure in some oblique way.I still don't fully understand how that one works.........? Either remembering or imagining (or both!)an occasion from a distance.I only collected programmes before I actually went to any 'away' games. My programmes then from Hull Kingston Rovers and Whitehaven were like Exotic Travel & Adventure Guides. Boys Own Adventures priming me for the future.
I still do this now in a less obvious way.I visit a blog in the same way i would "visit" a Rochdale Hornets Vs Barrow programme from 1957. in-order to get a sense of a time & place & examine a particular atmosphere that I feel generated.............
Now I imagine the past.I collect and promote my old photos.These past few weeks I have been scanning loads of old photos of The Rochdale Turkish Baths onto my web Album here.I have been going there for 25 years.They will soon knock it down.But even when they do ,I will still have a tangible record of My Place In It.
Maybe we collect The Past to better Dream The Future?
This is a photo my friend
Abdullah Dombaycı took with my old Sony camera in Istanbul 5 years ago.We have all flow off since then but it still proves to me that moment existed........