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The Violin

Id    gone  home
dad  wasnt buried yet…arangements still to be done…and  went  up town….walked  not caught the bus….
couldnt stand at the bus   stop…….i suppose  memories  of the  buggar complaing they never come on time..
you  might not know Pontefract ,   but  just as you come to the town hall,they made it a pedestrian   zone years ago.
Just below the town hall,i heard music,ok lol , getting, like a mini Leeds  or  London,cos  now ,a few  buskers  in Ponte, short for Pontefract, so if  Pontefract mensioned again in the book ,will be  Ponte….Castleford    , Cas   get  it……..any way…..i heard a sound of a violin…….i approached the square   in front of the market…and  tears in my eyes….was  drawn to that   sound…….louder as i got closer…
In front of the Buttercross……they used to sell butter there lol  200  years ago,a  girl played a  glass  violin,
i stood in awe   as  she  played,a busker in Ponte, i watched in awe till she finished ,i was frozen,.not on this planet,she  was selling  cds,and after she finished playing,i asked, is that song on your  cd,she replied  no.
whats the song i asked,she was polish,she asked  why was i so interested, i said i had just lost dad and walking through Ponte…she had ,with her music blown my brains out, and at the same time such nice memories ,and so  she wrote it down for me…..
i told her  one day…….put that  on your cd
in the pastry shop……where i was always told,,,, by dad ,,,why you spend 1 pound on a  cheese and chicken pastie,………she was  playing it  again…..
will stay with me forever.
you can here the song onhttp://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tS-DmhSXL7A&feature=related
by the  way   that  day……….she  just did the violin   no  piano,,,,,
No taxi    that  day, to go  home, i walked,with pastie in hand,normallly he would have put in his old carry plastic bag,Logged on the net,searched the song  and played over  and  over  and over  again…..xxxxxx