Scout Memories

Scout Memories by Robert (Bob) Moore © 2016 I’ve marched behind the pipes and drums, when I was just a boy down Hyde Road and Gorton Lane, filled with pride and joy the bagpipes loudly playing, with a stirring marching sound and the banners proudly streaming, as we marched around our town It was the Whit Week marches, we had them every year crowds would line the pavement, and give a rousing cheer as we marched by, not quite in step, but doing best we could and mam would yell out “come on Rob” and the feeling would be good And then there were the Church Parades, on early Sunday morning uniform all clean and ironed, don’t fall asleep the warning carry the flag, down the aisle, a friend on either side and leave it at the altar, with care, and youthful pride The main things I remember, about that magic day I know the flag was heavy, and the walk was a long way then you had to stand there, hymns were sung, and bells would peal then home to cheese and bacon, our Sunday morning meal.