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CONGRATULATIONS TO ALL WHO WERE BORN IN THE 1930s,40's, 50's, and 60's.... First, we survived being born to mothers who smoked and/or drank Sherry while they carried us and lived in houses made of asbestos... They took aspirin, ate blue cheese, bread and dripping, raw egg products, loads of bacon and processed meat, tuna from a can, and didn't get tested for diabetes or cervical cancer. Then after that trauma, our baby cots were covered with bright coloured lead-based paints. We had no childproof lids on medicine bottles, doors or cabinets and when we rode our bikes, we had no helmets

I took several images from the "Britain from Above" site and merged them into one enlarged view of Nottingham in the early 50s. A few things worth noting - you can read the name on Griffin & Spalding's blinds; top centre is Victoria Station; you can see the name of Yates' in the lower left; all the taxis down the south side of the Square and buses on the opposite side; the Black Boy still there; etc etc. Shakespeare St http://nottstalgia.com/forums/index.php?showtopic=14599 Castle Gate http://nottstalgia.com/forums/index.php?showtopic=14629 Parliament St http://nottstalgia.com

I was born and brought up in Nottingham. Born July 1961. I have gone away from Nottingham for some 3 decades but I still consider it my home city. I do visit frequently, and for my tuppence worth, you only appreciate Nottingham when you have lived elsewhere. A small part of what I do is a military historian. I do battlefield tours and write reviews for military history books. Not profitable but enjoyable. There were some posts saying that there are not enough memories posted. I understand what those posters were saying. I have contributed little in the way of information. Just vague memories

Moving around a bit from the city centre. 1933. That really is Nottingham Forest's City Ground in the top half of the photo. The various Boat clubs haven't changed much; the Town Arms is the tower in the lower right; the front part of Turney Bros factory is now apartments; and the number of small boats on the river is surprising. And for railway people, the old Melton Line is on the embankment at the very top of the photo. Lady Bay Bridge is just off to the left. Mount St http://nottstalgia.com/forums/index.php?showtopic=14705 Wollaton http://nottstalgia.com/forums/index.php?showtopic=1

Thanks to the wonders of modern technology, I can now reveal Beekay's painting to the world.

One of my favourite poems, written by that little known Nottinghamshire youth, George Gordon Byron, is The Vision of Judgement. It deals with the arrival at the pearly gates of King George III who, as some will know, was considered a bit potty! What? What? Its opening lines have been running through my head since the sad news about my friend The Dalai Chulla yesterday and I've thrown together a little tribute to Nottstalgia's Poet Laureate making sure, of course, that it rhymes! A Vision Of Chulla St Peter sat a-dozing by the celestial gates. His keys were

Hi ~ just wanted to let you all know that some of Pete's (Firbeck) family have read your comments and taken comfort from how well thought of he was and how much he has contributed to your forum over the years. We knew he wrote on these pages but not of what and we knew he sometimes disagreed quite vehemently on a number of subjects and was pretty controversial and outspoken at times ~ but that was Pete and that was part of what made him, him. It's all been pretty unreal and upsetting as it was totally unexpected and out of the blue. Yes there was a postmortem but we still haven't had the res

I would imagine that there are some members who have experienced what is written about below. There will be those for whom, perhaps, the experience is yet to happen. I remember well when it happened to me, and I've been wanting to express the experience for a long time. It is not a very nice subject to write about, but it is one that touches our lives. The following, though triggered by my own experience, is neutral in that it could be anyone's mother - mothers are usually the last ones to go. It happens to many of us, almost as inevitable as death, which, is the reason for it. When the last

So ....... I've just read through 46 posts on this thread about MissingMotown not being happy with one sentence that I wrote on her Arboretum topic. It's not often that I 'shoot from the hip' and I'm sorry that it has upset her. I love Nottstalgia, as is evident from the number of posts I've made in the past 3 years, and yes I know, a lot of those are on the Word Games. I also have great affection for many of the Nottstalgians, even though I've only met a handful of them personally. I appreciate that that one sentence hit a nerve with a Newbie and maybe it was because she had just had

And a few more. Scene you couldn’t see now………the bus stops along Long Row (opposite Griffin & Spalding). Including two miners who have obviously come straight from the pit still covered in coal dust - and a policeman in uniform going home on the bus. And just to prove it - policeman puts his paper away and gets on a bus to Broxtowe. Imagine that now. The Long Row side of the Council House, when Burtons were still there. Walking along Long Row towards the Market Square; note the entrance awning with “Black Boy Hotel”.

Another composite of various aerial photos. The dark building towards the rear centre is Victoria Station. The light-coloured road coming in diagonally from the lower left is Shakespeare Street. Trinity Square still has the church. The factory at the front edge is Lambert's on Talbot Street. Market Sq http://nottstalgia.com/forums/index.php?showtopic=14584&hl= Castle Gate http://nottstalgia.com/forums/index.php?showtopic=14629 Parliament St http://nottstalgia.com/forums/index.php?showtopic=14651 City Ground http://nottstalgia.com/forums/index.php?show

Result........CT Scans all clear......just got letter..been sweating for a fortnight......

Just got back from QMC again........the last eight days have been a bit Traumatic to say the least,,...blood tests,,X-rays,,and today a visit to a Consultant........cut a long story short......problem with my throat........operation coming up,, What i thought was just a ;Sexy'' voice 'Ain't,,........not writing this looking for sympathy (even tho i am right mardy) but just to let my friends on here know., so LIKES welcome always make me feel good,,lol The good lord as bowled me some nasty balls over the last 10 to 15 years,,and like to think i played em back

I don't think this has appeared on Nottstalgia before. It only runs for 3:30 and was shot on basic 8mm film. But it includes the only moving footage I've ever seen of Drury Hill.

This is a vide slideshow made up of yesterday's photo's from the excursion Mrs Catfan & I had.It has been six years since we last walked the canal, last time from Castle Marina along the canal to Trent Bridge & returning the same route. Sadly I am unable to do that nowadays so this was a much shortened version. I noticed a lot of changes in such a short space of time. A very pleasent few hours was had by taking the route from the Trent Embankment along trentside & then following the Nottm & Beeston Canal. Stopping a few times on the way ! As far as the Company Inn, seemed a go

Senior citizens are constantly being criticised for every conceivable deficiency of the modern world, real or imaginary. We know we take responsibility for all we have done and do not blame others. However,upon reflection, we would like to point out that it was NOT the senior citizens who took: - The melody out of music, The pride out of appearance, The courtesy out of driving, The romance out of love, The commitment out of marriage, The responsibility out of parenthood, The togetherness out of the family, The learning out of education, The service out of patriotism, The Golden Rul

Margie is right. I keep popping in to see how you all are. Thankyou all so much for your posts. I'm afraid we are not very well the pair of us. This must be the 'Long Covid' that we hear about because we seem to make an improvement and then drop right back again. Which is where we are now. I have had to go back to bed and Chris is downstairs horizontal on the sofa. I like the peace and quiet , and he likes to be where the tele is. We will eventually get over this but for now we have no energy or umph between us. First thing on my day and last thing at night, I check yo

Two years ago today..........my life changed forever,,,about this time i was on my way down to the operating theatre for what turned out to be a ten hour operation...........its been life changing in so many ways that i never imagined.....the last two years i have changed from very outgoing to very insular.....many things i used to take for granted (that we all do ) i can no longer do,,,and its simple things like making quick remarks that lead to nice conversations with friends and strangers alike.......plus physically i cant do the things i did before ,like lifting,,,can't drive on long journ

Heaven is a nicer place this morning.....my Mother-in law' passed away a few hours ago,,,God bless you my lovely Rita.......... She really was a special lady,,we never had a wrong word and were always laughing.........She lived in Peterborough and my Wife was with her ,,, Edit.........Rita would love a like.....x

During the post World War II period many of us experienced life in the "Make do and mend" era. This was a difficult time for all ordinary working people, where money was tight and goods scarce. Many will remember the daily shopping expedition down to the local greengrocer, grocer and newsagent for essential supplies such as 2lbs of potatoes, a few carrots and perhaps a cabbage - you get the picture. In that period, from the end of the war though until the mid-1960s there was no such thing as a supermarket and all food was bought at either the local shop or the town market. In Nottingham we wer

And now for episode 2 of BK's photos. I'll just post them and let him come along and explain it all.

Being the newbie I am to N.S. I couldn't work out how to reach out to Physical Perfection to tell him to get on with life as you never know what tomorrow will bring. Obviously at the moment time with my wife and family come ahead of time I would normally have spent on N.S. so that is really why I had missed this conversational thread. The outpouring (if that is the correct word) from you all has really surprised me, people we've never met actually feel for us - there is hope for humanity you lot! I thank you all from the bottom of my heart and please don't feel sorrry for us (I'm cer

For some of us it's been a difficult year for one reason or another. Many of us, or members of our families, have had health problems. Other's have experienced different types of problems, such as the central heating breaking down etc. New Years Eve is a time to celebrate and hope that the new year will bring better things for us and our families. I'd like to wish you all a happy new year and thank you all for your friendship and support regarding my wife who is really doing well now. I look forward to meeting you all in the future.

The road up the middle is Arkwright Street. The “Oscrofts” bridge is visible at the top, with the railway station to the left of the bridge. This is 1950, so the camera and lens technology has improved - eg. the washing hanging in the backyards. The two white lines (one vertical, one horizontal) are on the original so I can’t do anything about them. A few others. Basford http://nottstalgia.com/forums/index.php?showtopic=14973 St Ann's http://nottstalgia.com/forums/index.php?showtopic=14899 Daybrook http://nottstalgia.com/forums/index.php?showtopic=14780 City Ground http://nottstalg

Couldn't resist rewriting the lyrics for our most famous grocer's lad. PARK TAVERN SONG Once upon a time there was a Tavern, where our Ben played footie for the team. With his shorts and muscled Granville-bike legs, women thought he was the perfect dream. Those were the days, my friend. Ben thought they'd never end. He'd flirt and play for ever and a day. The ladies formed a queue, Their husbands never knew For Ben was young and kept it up all day. Then one night outside the Lyons Cafe, in the alley right beside the bins, Ben came f

It's not often I put personal stuff on here so here goes, a few years ago I found a woman daft enough who would marry me , some of you have met Margaret at some of the meet ups and yesterday was the day we tied the knot. We were married at Arnold Hill park (registry office) and had a brilliant reception at Papplewick Village hall. The day went very well and I would like to thank all of those that sent me personal messages of congratulations. Dennis.

Notable for being the one where almost everything you see has now been demolished. Almost none of these buildings remain. I've added a few street names to help anyone get their bearings. The thing at centre-right is Victoria Station. Everything above there is/was St Ann's. Everything in the lower half is South Sherwood St and Dryden Street, now overrun by the University. A few of the others. Market Sq http://nottstalgia.com/forums/index.php?showtopic=14584 Shakespeare St http://nottstalgia.com/forums/index.php?showtopic=14599 Castle Gate http://nottstalgia.com/forums/

Random thoughts as we age: The biggest lie I tell myself is ..."I don't need to write that down, I'll remember it." Wouldn't it be great if we could put ourselves in the dryer for ten minutes; come out wrinkle-free and three sizes smaller! Last year I joined a support group for procrastinators. We haven't met yet! I don't trip over things, I do random gravity checks! I don't need anger management. I need people to stop pissing me off! Old age is coming at a really bad time! Lord grant me the strength to accept the things I cannot change, the courage to change the things I can & the

As I've stated elsewhere, I came across this site whilst searching Annesley and Colwick railway depots. I also noticed my old mate Rob237 (RIP) had posted , so I investigated further and was instantly hooked. I read most topics, but many just didn't hit it with me. Now dont get me wrong, and I don't mean to offend, but it's everyone's choice to pursue their own interests, I have no affinity with planes, but many do. I've no real interest in say Clumber St photos in 1970, but many do. My memories of town in the 60's and 70's are sealed in my head. I don't need photos. I've no interest in mi

Checking out at the supermarket recently ,the young cashier suggested I should bring in my own bags because plastic ones weren't good for the environment . I apologised and explained that we didn't have the green thing in our day . The cashier responded "that's our problem today, your generation did not care enough to save our environment for future generation!" She was right about 1 thing we didn't have the green thing in our day,so what did we have? After some reflection and Soul searching on our day ,here's what I remembered.... Back then we returned milk bottles , fizzy pop and be

Some superheroes don't wear capes, they wear medals, what a legend, I salute you Sir.

Time for a few more. Looking along Lower Parliament Street towards the Palais and old Central Market (on the left, in the distance). There's still a Boots store on the left, on the edge of Vic Centre. The Meadows looking towards the city. The road on the left is Arkwright Street, and on the right is London Road, with the Globe cinema in the middle. Lister Gate, as it says. Including the Sawyer's Arms, and the big Woolworths.

Last week I went back to Doncaster for the first time since I moved back to Nottingham. I must admit I had been putting it off, didn’t know how I would react to be honest and wondered if it might make me think I had made the wrong decision. But the shop I used to work at is closing next week so it would be the last chance to see the people I worked with so I bit the bullet. Treated myself to a taxi there, my friends husband said he would bring me back. The taxi driver smelled delicious and was very entertaining all the way there. Gave him a big tip! First stop was my friend (and previous

With deep sadness I report that my dad is not with us. Stubborn old bogger. He lived for some days after having a bad fall and suffered a severe brain haemorrhage and he is now at peace. Please, my friends here, give him a prayer tonight and bless him peace. As a father I could wish for nothing better. He made my childhood delightful, and my Christmases very special.I told him this today and hugged him in his final hours. I could wish for nothing more. He was a strength and a source of wisdom. A family organiser, as I am sure that you know that role within a family. He was a kind and gen

First time out today for a while,, met up in Wethers with couple of sons and Grandaughter,,who all made mothers day nice for the wife,, Grandaughter was celebrating her new job as a holiday rep and flies off to Spain to start later this week, Also bumped into old friend whos had the same Op as me,,we will compare notes later this week, should be interesting,, just nice to be out and about again,,

I looked at the chulla Member offline tag today with great concern. Unfortunately my fears were confirmed. I did not know until today. Never knew his real name. The shock of learning about his death truly touched me. I always bottled out of meetings because I am innately shy, but I wish I had met him. I feel he would have made me welcome. I was often in Nottingham at the time of a meet but couldn't summon up the courage. Now an great opportunity has been missed. He always seemed to me to have a very incisive mind, and he knew what he was talking about too. Decent men a

Thank you, to everyone that attended Chulla's service today. It was grand to see so many Nottstalgians, I think I met you all, except Radfordred. Wished you had introduced yourself. Lovely wake afterwards, and couldn't have wished for a nicer day.

We thought the service for Chulla was quite fitting - and it was good to hear more about his life from his friend David. You spoke well, too, Katyjay. It was good to see so many Nottstalgians there - at least 15, including some spouses, I reckon. I shall really miss Chulla's posts on here...... continuing thoughts and prayers for Linda and all the close family members

'All's well that ends well' can sum up our Christmas Got a lively Mrs PP back home from hospital this afternoon and we had and excellent take away with family this evening. I am so happy

Reading these last posts has made me feel very sad. I don't know what has been happening but If I am guessing correctly as to who the mod that has been threatened is, I want to say, Please don't go, you are a very popular and much respected member on NS. You are so helpful to any of us who want information on any subject, and such a friendly person as well. I am so sorry you have been through this trauma, but I hope you can overcome it and stay with us. You have a lot of friends on here and even my better half who is not a member on NS is appalled, that you have been treated this way. I

Can anyone recall their first outing completely alone? Trip to Grantham - 1960. Apart from an occasional bike ride over to my aunt's house in a suburb of Nottingham I had not, at the tender age of nine, ventured very far alone. I still remember that particular bright sunny day, it was the second week of the school summer holidays. The long hot days it seemed would stretch out forever, well at least hopefully until September. All of my friends at school called me Smiffy for obvious reasons. I did not know it at the time but I was about to embark on a journey that would be repeated many times

And now the second instalment. Albert Finney looking moody. On his right is the Ordnance factory in the Meadows. The chimneys are Wilford power station. Beaconsfield Terrace again. Another view of Angel Row with the Odeon. Was this one of the scenes in the White Horse? With the "Don't forget the Pork - Farms - Pie" which you used to see everywhere. Salisbury Street again. Radford gasworks at the bottom. Hylda Baker's "house", with a kettle in the fireplace. I'm going to have to go to Part 3.

Hi, I apologise for not being on here much recently but I've got a new job at the B & Q garden centre, which, in relation to my other charitable, voluntary works, has kept me very busy, it's also THAT time of year up at the allotment. I should be flogging away at the garden centre today but I've come down with a really savage dose of gastro enteritis which has laid me low for the past few days. Last weekend, I managed at last to set up my PC and my all singing and dancing scanner which allows me to upload slides and even sort out my old black and white negatives properly. I've got thousa

Me with my Mum and Dad. Same place, Mablethorpe, obviously different years ...... 1951 and 1954. Essential bucket and spade plus the Brownie Box Camera going on the beach too. There must have been a bit of a coach station down that road.

Once in a while we witness one of life's poignant moments. For ten years or so, the fellow who has lived across the road from us for twenty years or more, has suffered with a brain tumour. For some years it did not seem too bad, though he had to finish working. But for the last two years or so his condition became serious, and it was obvious that one day it was going to be terminal. That day arrived last week. We came home from shopping and noticed a plain van on his drive, and knew it was all over. From my window I watched the funeral people get into the van and move off the drive, revealing

The film is a great reminder of how Nottingham looked in the early 60s. Think of this thread as a shortened version of the film; a few shots of various locations which should bring back memories and nostalgia. (and saves you having to watch the whole film). Looking up Derby Road towards Canning Circus with the Borlase across the top. Looking down Derby Road towards Chapel Bar. Looking up Angel Row towards Chapel Bar; the bottom of Market Street is to the right of the bus, and to the left of the bus you can see the name "Odeon" spelt vertically. The

I really wish that more people were afraid. For their own safety. I don't think anyone who hasn't witnessed in reality a person down on their hands and knees gasping with a chest full of liquid trying to drown them with each breath they take, can honestly not be scared. That was me, four weeks ago for nearly two weeks, and watching my husband carted off to hospital to be given oxygen, and having to go, frightened without me. The people who aren't frightened might just change their minds if they have to endure the very frightening reality of Covid 19. Five

I'm a happy Bunny tonight Went for my oncology visit after I had the P.E.T. scan and T.A.C. a couple of weeks ago and all is clear after the scare I had. The next process is due in 6 months after I had had visits and scans every 3 months for a year and a half.

Nottstalgians are normal people taking an interest in what other Nottstalgians are doing. They wish each other happy birthday and enquirer after families . It's called friendship.

Before I completely disappear with embarrassment, can I add that I've learned a hell of a lot from everyone else since I started spouting on here. For example, when I was a kid I only really knew Clifton, the bus routes into Nottingham, and Lenton and Radford. And a few bits of other areas. Everything else I've picked up later...... and a lot of it relative recently from snippets which people have contributed here. If somebody asks a question on a subject or area, it gives me something to aim at, so I go off looking for photos or maps or something. It doesn't all arrive perfectly formed; I'v