Where am I? Who am I?

My son has embraced a new Facebook trend and turns out to have a talent for it. In the last week, he has posted:

I am so DC I remember dat if u had 3 buckets and 2 sticks u had a party

I am so DC I remember using the [bus] transfer for 6–pass it back or out the window

I am so DC I remember da [dude] in the firehat use to walk up and down with his radio

I actually remember dat dude myself. He was tall and skinny and frenetic and usually wore only a wifebeater and some skinny sort of long lycra shorts. In my memory, he was often on roller blades but since Hansel didn’t mention those, perhaps I made them up. The dude used to carry his boom box on his shoulder and race along the streets of the city, blaring his beats. Haven’t seen him for years, and his story probably didn’t end well.

Hansel is DC through and through and has often been forced to point out what a misfit I am in the city of his birth. He is right.


I am so not DC I eat fried chicken with a knife and fork.

I am so not DC I have never eaten at Ben’s Chili Bowl

I am so not DC I would never think of playing jump rope with a telephone cord

I am so not DC I have never run through a fire hydrant fountain on a hot summer day

I am so not DC that if I was homeless I wouldn’t have the sense to panhandle by a steam vent in winter

I am so not DC I have never stood in line to pay respects to a dead person in the Capitol

I am so not DC I never used a coupon at Hecht’s.

Belfast now, that’s another matter. I can do Belfast.

I am so Belfast I got served in the Bot when I was 14

I am so Belfast, I remember when Pottinger’s Entry smelled of pee

I am so Belfast, I bought all my books from Gardner’s or Mullen’s and had never heard of Waterstones or Borders

I am so Belfast, I remember the layout of Robinson and Cleaver and Anderson and McCauley

I am so Belfast my brother wanted me to click with one of the Stiff Little Fingers so he could get free concert tickets

I am so Belfast I used to be a wee doll

I am so Belfast my hands still smell of rust from the birlie roundabout at Lady Dixon Park

I have more. I have so many more.

About Liz Barron

US Peace Corps Volunteer in Armenia. Permanent address in Washington DC. Deep roots in Northern Ireland and persistent Belfast accent. Blogger,cook, mother, grandma, Scrabble-player and enthusiastic world traveler.
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6 Responses to Where am I? Who am I?

  1. Alan says:

    You are so Newtownbreda you remember Paddy and Rosemarys shop as well as Billy Fergusons

  2. blarneycrone says:

    I was more a Sadie Bunting girl. Do you remember Mrs Gowdie’s wool shop? Thanks for reading.

  3. Alan says:

    I remember them all, Mrs Gowdys, the wee boot maker then round the corner to Hayes Butchers, Sadies wee shop, Taylors Greengrocers, Victor Corries Chemist, Bamfords Home Bakery, Diddler Dixons Hardware shop and then the Hairdressers before the walk up to Gaults shop for the comics and newspapers. Oh what happy and innocent days. Unfortunately today “Inns” is so different from days of my youth. My late mother worked in Gaults for many years. Indeed I even remember Supermac opening too. I really must be getting old.


  4. blarneycrone says:

    I remember Supermac opening. I remember the Saintfield Road being built. I can smell Brian the butcher’s shop now–blood and sawdust. I used to get an iced finger or a pineapple cream from Bamfords and Victor would bring prescriptions up to us at home if we needed them–we went to the same church.

  5. Richard says:

    Hi – Stumbled upon your blog. I was wondering if you remember what was on the site before Supermac opened? My ancestors lived in a house called Breda Lodge which was apparently on the site and demolished to make way for the supermarket. Do you know anything about it? Richard from Australia.

  6. Sorry, before my time ;(

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