As oft mentioned, Godfrey when young sat apart in art time at school, he spilled the glue, he managed to get pink sand in teacher’s dinner. On this day I will recall, alone in the rear of the room, trusted only with blunt scissors- Godfrey created The Wish Springer.
“I still use mine, I told Worzel”.. As befits an eight year old boy, with his mind out the window, and heart pursuing dragons on his noble pony bold, as all the other kids made paper chains, of long colorful strips to stick and fold.
Godfrey made Wish Springers, one for his Ma, in pink, one for his sister Alice, black and gold, for his Uncle Lou from a whiskey advert, paper he found in a magazine, he made mine extra big, in puce and forest green.
Teacher slapped Godfrey when he asked for cello-tape, so the ends of his art would not come loose. “This is not a paper chain for Christmas, she smacked, and she threw them in the rubbish before Godfrey could explain, or take his Wish Springers back.
At the end of the day, Miss Thapsus the cleaner lady, fished them from the bin for Godfrey, muttering that no lad should be treated so cruelly, and on our walk home he told me the story.
“You write your wish, stick it on with care, to the end of The Wish Springer, then be patient, wait until the wishes get there” Worzel had wondered of the ancient paper spring, “I had glued it to a river stone, now thick with lifetimes wishes the old Wish Springer had outgrown.
He created The Wish Springer long ago, an odd little boy sat on his own…