Many years ago I was friends with an art student. He’s an artist now. He and I shared a love of the Chronicles of Narnia so he painted a scene from Prince Caspian for me. I believe this is supposed to be part of the courtyard at Cair Paravel.
I am too lazy to find my copy of Prince Caspian to find the passage where this is described, but let’s just assume my memory is correct.
I tried to translate the runes, but either my translator is wrong or Jeremy tossed in some non-standard runes.
I don’t know how many times I wrote that address on letters and packages nor how many times getting a letter or package from that address made me very happy. Hundreds probably. I do know, however, that I’ll never write it on a letter again nor will I ever receive a letter from that address. (Although, in all honesty, it has been years since I did send a letter to 17 Airedale Drive.)
You see, it has been sold, or I’m fairly certain it has been sold. Yes, a Google search confirms it has been sold. I suspected as much when I received Jeremy’s Christmas letter this year and saw that Pat, his mother, moved into his house after a 6 month stay in a hospital.
Jeremy and his family lived at 17 Airedale Drive when I first met them. 17 Airedale Drive was where I stayed during my visits to England between 1974 and 1979. I have a lot of wonderful memories of that house with its beautiful rose garden in front and the front door with the stained glass window. I remember sharing Jeremy’s room with Sue and, on another visit sleeping in the tiny bedroom in front. I remember the kitchen with the tiny pass-through door to the dining room and the front lounge area with the comfy furniture. I remember the back garden where I had my first bread, cheese and wine meal.
So today I found myself Googling 17 Airedale Drive to see if it had been sold and saw that Google Street View was implemented along Airedale Drive. I’d been waiting for this — it was not in place when I wrote my entry about Google Street View in my neighborhood. I wanted to see what 17 Airedale Drive looked like now.
I sort of wish I hadn’t though. Jack’s roses are gone. A side addition was built — probably to expand the kitchen. But perhaps that was there in 2002 when we visited Pat. The back garden looks nice though — but the mural Jeremy painted on the garage doors is gone.
So someone else is living at 17 Airedale Drive. Someone is making their own memories in that house. Do they, I wonder, ever stop and think about the memories already made there? Probably not. And that’s okay.
During the month of his 50th birthday, an artist friend of mine in Todmorden, Lancashire, England was in the local news. It seems as if his town entered the Britain in Bloom contest and he designed a plaque for the train station where he has a gallery.
Jeremy and I met in 1974 when we participated in a student exchange program. He and several students visited my high school that spring, and I, along with a number of American students, visited his grammar school that summer. My friend Sue and I stayed at Jeremy’s house. We became good friends and visited back and forth for several years. That we’ve managed to keep in contact after all these years is a good thing – although he is better at it than am I. However I keep up with his doings by searching his name every so often, which is how I found out about this.
I wish Todmorden the best of luck. We got to visit with Jeremy and his family in 2002, and got to see Todmorden up close.