Shuttlecock

Donated by Sheryl (Silverknowes)

‘When I see a badminton shuttlecock, the old type with the feathers, it reminds me of school days (and a long lost romance from my youth).  It was years ago, longer than I want to think, but the memories and feelings from that time come rushing back when I see one of these.  Such a powerful thing memory… it can trigger all the senses, when I see the shuttlecock I can hear the squeak of my shoes on the gym hall floor and can smell the school changing rooms.  I wonder what memories the shuttlecock and the other things in the museum will spark in people passing by? Happy ones I hope.’

Shuttlecock

Donated by Sheryl (Silverknowes)

‘When I see a badminton shuttlecock, the old type with the feathers, it reminds me of school days (and a long lost romance from my youth).  It was years ago, longer than I want to think, but the memories and feelings from that time come rushing back when I see one of these.  Such a powerful thing memory… it can trigger all the senses, when I see the shuttlecock I can hear the squeak of my shoes on the gym hall floor and can smell the school changing rooms.  I wonder what memories the shuttlecock and the other things in the museum will spark in people passing by? Happy ones I hope.’

Shuttlecock

Donated by Sheryl (Silverknowes)

‘When I see a badminton shuttlecock, the old type with the feathers, it reminds me of school days (and a long lost romance from my youth).  It was years ago, longer than I want to think, but the memories and feelings from that time come rushing back when I see one of these.  Such a powerful thing memory… it can trigger all the senses, when I see the shuttlecock I can hear the squeak of my shoes on the gym hall floor and can smell the school changing rooms.  I wonder what memories the shuttlecock and the other things in the museum will spark in people passing by?  Happy ones I hope.’

Shuttlecock

Donated by Sheryl (Silverknowes)

‘When I see a badminton shuttlecock, the old type with the feathers, it reminds me of school days (and a long lost romance from my youth).  It was years ago, longer than I want to think, but the memories and feelings from that time come rushing back when I see one of these.  Such a powerful thing memory… it can trigger all the senses, when I see the shuttlecock I can hear the squeak of my shoes on the gym hall floor and can smell the school changing rooms.  I wonder what memories the shuttlecock and the other things in the museum will spark in people passing by?  Happy ones I hope.’