Around 50 people came through between 2.30 and 5.00pm.Verity did a sterling job in the Cow House, encouraging visitors to leave stories. Below - Emma-Jayne writes up her story and Verity helps John to tie up his contribution ready to leave in the pigeon hole.
The pigeon holes are gradually filling up with a range of tales. Here are those that were left this week.
Hilary Grant had a moving memory of her Irish Grandmother.
"My grandmother Kate Morris, Tramore, Co. Waterford, Ireland had two brothers. One went off and fought with the British during the 1st World War. When he returned to Ireland, he was rejected by his friends and community. He became isolated and depressed and went to the cliffs in Tramore and shot himself. My grandmother carried the loss with her all her life."
Veronica left a beautifully written ode to taking pleasure in simple things.
" I came home in a pinky orange sunset, to my little front yard of flowers, and sat in my happiness with the playful black cat from next door. A warm and fragrant big strawberry dripped red juice on my hand as I ate it, and felt grateful."
Emma- Jayne Postle left us a story from her childhood in Portugal and why she came to Moseley.
"We travelled to Portugal when I was a child. We were just a quarter of a mile from our new home, a stone low house with no electricity or running water, when we broke down. So we decided to walk to the house and return the following morning for our possessions. When we returned to the caravan....it was still there.....but all of my toys were stolen. Well I was just 5 years old and I was born a hippy and a humanitarian.
Portugal was dry and arid so I decided that who ever had my toys needed them more than me.
I love Moseley and JRR Tolkein. I am a jeweller. When I first came to the village with my big brother, there was a sign that said Come and Aspire in Balsall Heath. So I did.
I love Birmingham. It is the heart of metal with the Jewellery Quarter. I hope to become a success in my work and I aspire to become the Lady of the Rings."
Devi told a sweet little tale of a teenage summer romance. I wonder where Mutley is now?
"When I was sixteen, I spent an afternoon walking around Highbury Park with a good friend, affectionately known as Mutley.
A week after, he was my boyfriend, and we spent most of that summer in Highbury Park."
The Birmingham Tornado of 2005 has been a source of amusement for some, but for those caught in its path, it was no joking matter. John Newson related how it affected him and his neighbours, and how they rallied to help themselves.
"Everything was very dark, because all the electric supply had been turned off in our area and remained so for weeks. Our houses were declared unsafe and threatened with demolition. I picked up roof tiles and saw asbestos fibres hanging from them, so my house was decontaminated by a specialist team. There was dust, dirt and damp everywhere. When the house was redecorated it began to blister off, as it hadn't been done properly. We started a hardship fund and gave grants for bedding, essential furnishings "We though no-one cared" "No-one asked how we were". I learnt about climate change and denial."
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