Martyn Yeomans remembers...

Marty has a new pic, and...

"I retired in the middle of 2012 from my last 'real' job and now do two days a week book-keeping at Matthias Media for my 'golf money'. I sold my aeroplane about four years ago and now concentrate on my golf game - I get in 2 or 3 games a week. My first grandchild (Tommy) was born to my oldest daughter on April 23rd. Put me down for the re-onion!"

On looking through our website, Martyn was reminded of this song by Harry Chapin:

Remember when the music

Came from wooden boxes strung with silver wire

And as we sang the words, it would set our minds on fire,

For we believed in things, and so we'd sing.

Remember when the music

Brought us all together to stand inside the rain

And as we'd join our hands, we'd meet in the refrain,

For we had dreams to live, we had hopes to give.

Remember when the music

Was the best of what we dreamed of for our children's time

And as we sang we worked, for time was just a line,

It was a gift we saved, a gift the future gave.

Remember when the music

Was a rock that we could cling to so we'd not despair,

And as we sang we knew we'd hear an echo fill the air

We'd be smiling then, we would smile again.

Oh all the times I've listened, and all the times I've heard

All the melodies I'm missing, and all the magic words,

And all those potent voices, and the choices we had then,

How I'd love to find we had that kind of choice again.

Remember when the music

Was a glow on the horizon of every newborn day

And as we sang, the sun came up to chase the dark away,

And life was good, for we knew we could.

Remember when the music

Brought the night across the valley as the day went down

And as we'd hum the melody, we'd be safe inside the sound,

And so we'd sleep, we had dreams to keep.

And I feel that something's coming, and it's not just in the wind.

It's more than just tomorrow, it's more than where we've been,

It offers me a promise, it's telling me "Begin",

I know we're needing something worth believing in.

Remember when the music

Came from wooden boxes strung with silver wire

And as we sang the words, it would set our minds on fire,

For we believed in things, and so we'd sing. 

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