Remembering A Fishpond.

Photo by Flickr user Elkidogz

I didn’t have a happy childhood. I’ll spare you the details, but I have very few recollections suitable for use in a post about ‘favourite childhood memories’. I’ve spent a lot of time and money trying to forget my past but did manage to come up with some pleasant memories. I apologise if this post reads like a visit to my therapist but I found it hard to tease out a single memory from my brain. Everything seems hopelessly entangled with other facts and objects.

My chosen memory involves my Nana’s fishpond.

We had a Big Nana and a Little Nana. The pond belonged to Big Nana, who was my father’s mother. She was ‘Big’ simply because she was much taller than my ‘little’ Nana.

At that time I lived with my mother’s parents, but I wasn’t an easy child and used to spend alot of time at my Big Nana’s house for everyone’s sanity. Big Nana and Grandad lived in a small bungalow on a traditionally kiwi, large, 1/4 acre section with a lovely 1970’s style  garden. In the middle of the front garden, there was a fish pond, and in the fish pond there were fish.

I loved that pond.

I used to sit beside it and watch the clouds reflected in it for hours, then I’d count the fish to see if there were any more since last week. When the poppies were blooming, I collected the hairy little cases that fell off the buds and sail them on the water and I’d watch the flies on the lily padsand will them to walk out onto the water where they might get eaten by a hungry fish. I saw this happen once and it  horrified and thrilled me at the same time.

I remember the excitement one frosty morning, of a thin sheet of ice forming on the top ( this happened rarely back home) and once I saw a brilliant dragonfly swoop down and skim the surface. I used to help clean it out a couple of times a year; it was wonderfully clear for a few days afterwards and I could confirm my fish counting skills were intact. And sometimes I was allowed to feed the fish. I used to drop one grain in at a time to try and make sure everyone got a fair share and could make fish-feeding last at least 10 minutes.

One time, another child fell in the pond. It may have been my sister, or maybe a little cousin, but the splash was spectacular and everyone came running and shouting. They  pulled her out, wrapped her up and took her away. I remember being very worried about whether the fish could have been hurt.

My grandparents sold that house in the late 1980’s but I’ve just been on google earth to see if I could find it.And I did! It must have been extended because it looks nothing like it would have from an aerial view back then. But in the middle of the front lawn there is the tell-tale kidney shape of a fish pond. I can’t tell if it still holds water; maybe it’s been converted to some sort of rockery but that it’s still there is enough.

It’s kind of  nice to know that the subject of my childhood memory is still  intact. Maybe there is also a little girl who  spends time watching the sky’s reflection or counting the fish in it?

This post is part of the Friday Club Parenting Blog Carnival help by Notes At Home. Here are the other entries in this carnival:

My Friend Next Door from QWERTY Mum.

My Mum was the best storyteller from Baby Budgeting.

A Favourite Childhood Memory from Patch of Puddles.

Domino Trails from Mummy From The Heart.

Freedom from Live Otherwise.

A Favourite Childhood Memory from The Gingerbread House.

Birthday Memories from The Diary of a Frugal Family.

Please Turn Over from Bibsey.

Not Tonight Josephine from Cheeky Wipes.

Freedom from Little Legends.

A Favourite Childhood Memory from Who Teaches Whom.

Holidays from Seasider In The City.

Making Paper Boats from Red Ted Art.

Canada from South of the River Mum.

Goodbyes from Notes From Home.

3 comments on “Remembering A Fishpond.

  1. Oh my lovely, big hugs. I love that you had your fishpond, it sounds like a time of solace for you and I hope another child is getting as much joy from it now as you did then. x

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