Letters, October 25, 2012

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Store needed near the bus station

THE council should give us a supermarket on the old Kwiksave site in Park Lane.

 We have waited years for a replacement. This is a logical place for such an amenity, next to the bus station.

 Nobody wants to hump their shopping all the way from Tesco, which by the way, has reduced the number of check-outs and replaced them with the unpopular self-service ones.

 Supermarkets often sell fresher produce than independent fruitiers. Women on the barrows don’t let you pick your own fruit, so when you get home you find that the raspberries etc are mouldy, whereas in a supermarket you can check inside the punnet.

 The new supermarket could also have a fresh fish stall.

 The development of the so-called Holmeside Triangle isn’t going to happen. The council can’t even organise new paving slabs to replace the broken, filthy ones on the City Art Centre block.

 If people would only vote the local Tories in we could have had a supermarket or shopping centre here years ago.

Name withheld

I miss my friend

VIOLET Buddle is now 93 years old and is a resident in a care home in York.

 She was born in 1919 and her family moved to Sunderland in 1920 and settled happily and permanently in Grangetown.

 Vi often spoke of having a wonderful childhood and had worked hard all her life.

 She was very well known as a Clippie on the buses during the war years and for many years after too. She was a life-long supporter of SAFC and renewed her annual season ticket from 1936 to 2011.

 Vi’s husband Cyril died in 2006 and since then she had lived on her own until slowly, dementia changed her life and took away her independence.

 Vi eventually went to live in York with her dear niece, Eleanor and husband Gordon. She soon became part of a loving family environment.

 As her friend, I do indeed bless them for their tender loving care to Vi in the twilight of her life.

 Vi has a son, Alan and daughter-in-law who live in York too. In Sunderland Vi has a sister Joan and niece Valerie.

 Vi and I much appreciated having our concessionary bus passes. We travelled far and wide with joy and laughter.

 As for now I will always miss my friends for the person she was.



Work opportunity

THINK of the apprenticeship opportunities the Clipper can provide for the youth of today.

 Think of this magnificent ship on the Wear, what an attraction.

  Never forget, Sunderland was the best and biggest shipbuilders in the world.

 Fight for the Adelaide, bring it home, or you might find it broken up into littles pieces and sold as souvenirs.

The Adelaide

THIS magnificent ship with sails unfold

Battled the high seas so I’ve been told

Brave men manned it through wind and rain

To distant lands some never saw again

This great ship with its passengers on board

Put their trust in sailors and God

With great pride it sails the sea

Now no more as we can see

Bring this ship all battered and worn

Back to the Wear where it was born

Mrs M Fitzsimmons,

Plains Farm,


Thanks to NHS

EVERY day we hear, and read, about pot shots against the NHS.

 Today, therefore, I’d like to record my bull’s eye of health made possible by that institution.

  I am 81 and come into the pot shotters’ category of when “you’re old they don’t give a damn about you”. Really?

 My restoration to health started with the excellent care and subsequent referrals I received at Villette Surgery in Sunderland.

 All manner of specialist appointments, from the Eye Infirmary to the two city hospitals followed.

 Late one evening I got an out of hours call from the surgery, the result of a blood test taken only that day, and was told to report to A&E without delay.

 My wife and I spent a traumatic night there, during which extensive blood tests and ECGs were carried out. Finally, I was discharged.

 Further hospital sessions took place and my fitness began to take shape.

 In this context, I would like to mention that I have closes family ties to Greece. There, overworked and stressed doctors bully patients, sometimes resorting to shrieking. My wife and I have witnessed such abuse.

 Because of the starkness of the economic crisis, cancer patients frequently go without crucial drugs. A friend of ours recently underwent vital surgery that she had to endure without anaesthetic because the means for this were not available.

 But here a firing squad is lined up to take pot shots at a magnificent service.

 Meantime, I am feeling better than I have in years and walk three to five miles a day – thanks (pot shotters please note) to the “magic bullet” of the NHS.

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