Ian Mac on tv...... my thoughts.

Ian's a great mate of mine, known him since 11/12 at Wath Grammar. When he began tonight with the reminiscences of Darfield and his parents it took me back to those days of us all playing at each others houses after school, listening to records on scratchy old record players, me with my first jazz Lps trying to bash out the tunes on our piano whilst he rattled a drumstick on an old cymbal.
His parents were lovely people, mother always kind, dad jovial and very Scottish. And seeing the old photos of them both evoked a strange nostalgia for the Darfield of our youth. People, like my own parents and the miners around us, now long gone.
Darfield church was where Ian and I and a group of other local kids started to learn to ring the church bells. Those bells hadn't been rung since the early 1950s so it was a great achievement.
Anyroad, I'm off to bed now.
Na-night.