"Rumble on Clydesdale Street" consists of some 30 chapters in 1st draft. The content is a collection of memorable events, some being amusing, others simply reflective on the life and times of a kid and his neighbourhood. Seen from the eyes of a young child there are moments to laugh with, and, at. There are chapters that can be best described as moments of truth and Clydesdale Street forms the basic foundation of the collective thoughts. In many ways it is a personal exorcism. A chance to engage honesty when honesty was pure. The fact Clydesdale Street no longer exists gave cause to celebrate early childhood. A chance to give the little street, now buried under the highway of progress, one last ray of sunshine.
Clydesdale Street could easily be your street. Charming. Anywhere. Forgotten and lost in a changing universe. Trust readers will judge the content and not grammatical expertise as this on going work is admittedly not Hemingway nor Dickens. Chapters will be posted much like old time serial radio shows where listeners had to tune in regularily to catch the next episode. Trust the lure of your childhood days will conjure up chapters of your own.
NOTE* (A personal thank you to Julius (Nugget) Roulette, where after some 50 years we met again. Julius was helpful in jogging the distant memory pool.)Thank you Julius. Enjoy Jimmy - wherever you are. A further heartfelt gratitude to Edward Grenda for his memory input and too Yvonne Twigger for hers. Thank you for sharing your pictures too Yvonne!
Robert G. Tuss
- No names have been changed to protect the innocent. Everyone was.
Contact - clydesdalestreet AT gmail.com
*30 Chapters posted ! (as of August 29, 2009) MORE PHOTOS SOON!
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Under the asphalt remains the memories of young children who's time in history leave behind the spirit and energy that made Clydesdale Street special. The chapters herein breathe back life to those lively times when Clydesdale Street ran proud with the bounty of innocence growing up. In memory to the life and times on Clydesdale Street. Never to be forgotten.
Sunday, August 03, 2008
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- We Soon Forgot We Were Good Friends
- When We Were Cowboys!
- We Wanted To Run
- We Screamed and Screamed!
- His Eyes Were Bug Wide
- A Nickle A Glass
- The Secret Signal
- Spiders Bite But Ants Would Tickle
- CLYDESDALE KIDS WROTE THE SCRIPT!
- Gum Boots Finished Off The Look
- Time Seemed To Stand Still
- So Sweet It Was.
- Oh The Shivers. Those Were Black Moments.
- They Were Just Mean Faces On Little Legs
- THE WORLD'S WORST ACTOR!
- The Rest Of Us Never Stopped To Ask Questions
- Hank Grenda Loved His Sports
- I Slept Under The Bed
- It Would Never Happen Again
- COMICS WERE PRECIOUS!
- Still Creek Had Fish
- There Could Be No Santa Claus Tonight
- Girls Smelled Different
- Chocolate
- We Were Getting Hooked
- Most Of Us Dare Not
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- Robert (Bobby) Tuss
- Just one of the 'Kids of Clydesdale Street'. The life and times when innocence and wonder filled our days. A reflection on how the generations have changed with time, and more how a little street disappeared resurfacing as a gateway artery to and out of Vancouver British Columbia Canada. Under the asphalt we remain and young dreams, aspirations and passing time mold both our journey and ultimate destiny. Enjoy. Clydesdale Street could be your own street. Anywhere. Your own youth. Your own reality. A great time it was. Kicking stones, make believe, simple pleasures brought happiness and the carefree vision on our world.