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  1. 4 points
    I have noticed from reading on this excellent site a vast amount of members do not now live in Notts, As I don't , I know why I left but why so many others? who apparently love Nottingham. Maybe our memories are more flowery than the reality of living in Nottingham? I will share my reason for being a part time Nottingham resident, I now live in the sun(that's a clue) but from when I was younger I do find people have changed their values, I find funny the phonetic speak of Nottingham born and bred funny, such as ayup me duck It is very rarely used anymore especially by the younger generation its more likely to be a suck through the teeth and a west Indian pigeon English, The local accent has changed, they think its so cool, but to me they are aliens 40 years ago it was so different( imtoo old), Then there is the drug culture, The gun and knife culture, what happened to the old fashioned fist fight and then shake hands and have a pint. Well most have the pubs have shut. I find people today scared and afraid to go out, especially at night, who wants mugging. people keep themselves to them selves, afraid to get involved, THIS IS NOT RESTRICTED TO NOTTINGHAM, it is how the world and society has changed, I live on a idyllic Island in the tropics but there is drugs and occasional robberies, but nothing in comparison to the UK. I hope I have not depressed anyone but would like everybody's views positive and negative. Cheers, ex Pub Landord, Meadows lad,Sherwood man. Alan
  2. 4 points
    As an Ex pat. of some 45 years and now officially a "geezer" (just turned 68) maybe I could offer a few thoughts. This might get long, please bear with me. Please forgive in advance any comments that could be construed as negative or an attack. I still remember Nottingham with fondness and respect and appreciate the members of Nottstalgia. I was born in Mansfield just before the end of WW2. Grew up in Netherfield. We were certainly not wealthy but my dad provided enough for us to live on. There was next to no theft of any kind. Most of us didn't have anything worth pinching! There was pretty much full employment. The Railways, since decimated under Beeching and others. In town, Players, The Raleigh, Ericssons, Boots and the whole cotton and lace trade along with many others I can't even remember anymore. Nowhere seemed overcrowded it was safe to walk the streets at night. I often did over the cause of my dating years and never had a problem. We respected our teachers even if we didn't always like them. The police were always regarded with respect and a degree of fear among us kids. The Bobbies walked the beat. We were sent to Sunday School even if our parents were not church going, and there was a strong Christian influence and values taught and enforced there and in school. Now fast forward to 1969. I had served an electrical apprenticeship, had a decent job, married, and we had bought our first house in Basford. By English standards I was doing o-k. Nottingham was already changing, railways and Vic station closing etc. but when you live there you probably don't notice the change quite as much as when you are away for a while. My first daughter was born in 1969. I came home from visiting the hospital that night, poured myself a drink and in the silence began to think about trends and where things were going. What would they be like for this brand new daughter of mine 20 years down the road? I didn't like my projections. Immigration was increasing fast. I do not consider myself a racist. I'm not overly concerned with a person's origins. After all I'm an immigrant now, twice! That said, England is a country of finite size. I won't bore you with all my dire imaginings but by the end of the evening I had convinced myself that Australia was going to be the place to be. SWMBO had other ideas. A major rift was avoided by our settling for Canada. She had one relative in Toronto. Not the warmest place on Earth. We sold everything and moved in 1971. After paying for the plane tickets we didn't have much left. First year was not easy but I never looked back. I have since returned some six or seven times, (last time 1997) each time I get more concerned for old friends. Most of those firms that provided a steady job and income seem to have closed or been outsourced (I stand to be corrected). Immigrants of the fifties and sixties are now into their second or third generations. With less steady work they probably have little hope of landing a steady job and become part of an unemployed underclass subsisting on govt. largess. ( If that largess dries up in these dire economic times, watch out!) Possibly suplemented by a little drug dealing, mugging etc. BTW. not necessarily just immigrants either. I hear much about Chavs. Not even quite sure what they are. Updated version of YOBS I guess? Many of these families are so called "single parent" usually a mother living in poverty. In my own days at school most of the kids I knew had both parents still married. Even if they fought like cat and dog they hung on. When I married most waited for marriage before they hopped in the sack, failure to do so sometimes resulted in a "shotgun wedding" but they tried to stay together for the most part. Living together outside of marriage was, for the most part, limited to the Hollywood crowd. If I'd suggested that before my marriage I would have found myself on the floor wondering what hit me. Last I heard the UK had a population around 65 million. It was around 50 million in my childhood. Where do you put all those folks? Land area is finite. I realize not just the UK. Canada and the US have our share of these issues also, but on a lesser scale perhaps overall and a bit more land area. Teachers no longer have much in the way of discipline options and from what I read many exist in fear of attack by students in some areas. Seems like the church is a dying institution suffocating in its own political correctness and unbelief in what it claims to stand for. As Alan noted, this is not limited to Nottingham it is now worldwide, some areas worse than others. Back in the fifties I remember my parents discussing automation and how could it work? With the exception of a few folks to maintain the machines you would have a vast unemployed labor force. How are they to be paid? The owners of the machines will not pay them. Why should they? Seems like we are finally approaching those days we feared. Large corporations are making major profits wages are stagnating or falling behind. Our unemployment rate in the US is around 8% many say it is much higher as many stop looking and drop off the books, maybe a real rate of 15-20%. Major retail chains are closing stores and firing staff. Solutions: Anything now seems like bolting the stable door after the horse is gone. Tougher laws and punishments might help, but the problems go much deeper. I think it would be impossible to address these without ending up in religious arguments and I don't want to go there. I value my Nottstalgia friends. Camera's on every corner and lamppost do not seem effective. Just bother honest folks who are always having their privacy invaded. Wars and rumors of more wars. Ceratinly keeps the military employed, but at what cost? and with an ever present risk of escalation into WWIII 1984 has arrived George Orwell was just a bit too early in his numbers. For me. I'm glad I moved but sad for the trends. My two daughters and grandchildren are still happy in Canada. I moved to the US as my wife is a US citizen, and Georgia is definitely warmer. :-) We live out in the country but the urban problems are spreading even here. For myself. I hang on! I fear for my grandkids especially. This crazy nut house of a world seems to get worse by the day. I'm ready for my number to be called. I'll go gladly. Sorry to sound so pessimistic, but that's how I see it FWIW. Now, you did ask. :-0 Dave
  3. 2 points
    When I was an apprentice in the mid 60's one of my fellow apprentices shocked everyone by resigning to go and work at the Palais, his name was Mick Knight and eventually became the manager ! We used to go to "grab a granny night" on Thursday nights and a nod to Mick always got my mate and I in for free. Colemans was our first outing at the gentle age of 15-16 to actually mix and dance (if you were brave enough) with the opposite sex, I never was, so we used to do the circuit around and around, checking out the talent and dreaming ! One of my mates actually hit it off with a young lady and did eventually marry her and still was, up to a couple of years ago. As we got a little older we would brave the Crystal Palace pub and buy our pints of bitter shandy, to give us a little more courage to maybe actually chat the young ladies up! Yes I was a little naive at 16-17. In later years it was Yates wine lodge for a couple of so called "Australian white wines" you could chat anyone up with a few of them inside you :-))
  4. 2 points
    I used to go to Hanford & Richards mid forties early fifties. Frank Hanford used to run it but Dorothy Richards I never saw. Also used to got to Roy & Mary Knight's on Cranbrook St. My wife and I with friends used to go to Enid Colman's. dances at the Clinton Rooms on Thurland St.,.Saturday evenings were O.K but Wednesday nights were known as grab a Granny night. We used to go to most of the Nottingham ballrooms,The Palais, The Queens , The Elizabethan Rooms, The Sherwood Rooms Etc. I worked at The Sherwood Rooms part time for a while, firstly as a Bingo checker then as a ballroom assistant, just standing around in evening dress being helpful a really cushy job. Later on until a few year ago we were into sequence dancing and used to go to Bestwood Miners Welfare,, Calverton Miners Welfare, Gedling Miners Welfare and others. We had to pack up dancing in our mid seventies due to both having arthnritis we really missed it after all those 50 odd years of dancing. Dennis.
  5. 1 point
    I learnt that when they were building the Nottingham Suburban Railway they used narrow a gauge railway to dispose of the waste material as they went along. Apparently this little light railway up in Edwinstowe, which I had never heard of, has a couple of small engines which are close facsimiles of the engines that would have been used on the NSR. Sherwood Forest Railway
  6. 1 point
    We could have a badge struck, "I'm in the Pudding Club"
  7. 1 point
    Stephanie Beecham Actress.
  8. 1 point
    as i said my dad was a miner so it was very rear we ran out of coal and if the weather was realy bad or you were ill we had fires in the bedrooms too dad whould take a bucket of coall up then he would take a shuvel of hot cindersup to put in the small fire places upstairsad small pieces of coal from the bucket and have a good fire going in no time. carnt ever remember not having a fire in the back room stoveday or night except when the chimney sweep came two or mayby three times a year. and even then he was not allowed to come till the afternoon so mum could do some cooking in the morning and put to one side ready for later . he whould come doo all the chimneys on one afternoon but the back room had to be done first so mum could clean up the mess in the kitchen whilehe did the others so as soon as he finished cleaning others she could relight the back kitchen fire and then start cleaning the other rooms not too bad as only a two up two down then when we moved to cavendish rd we had only one fire and that was in the living room all the bedroom ones had been blocked up my little box room was always cold there remember ice on the windows there.
  9. 1 point
    This has always been and will always be a friendly place
  10. 1 point
    I too remember the Skeggy children,s home. My brother Alan, and myself went twice. About '64 & '65. Personally, I loved it there. Apart from the liquidised carbolic soap that was used as shampoo. That REALLY stung the eyes. During the first visit, I took part in a 'shadow play'. (A back lit sheet) I was supposedly a patient having an operation. During which, strange objects were removed from my stomach, to comic effect. At one point I was to wake from the anesthetic and be clonked over the head with a wooden mallet. To ensure I was not hurt, I had to wear an old tin, 'Air Raid Warden,s' helmet. Unfortunately, there was a rivet protruding from the inner webbing liner, that cut my head open. I still have the scar to this day. And it still makes me smile at the memory. At the the following year, the girls came over for some kind of sports/fun day just before the 'holiday' was over. One of which became my sweetheart on the return to Nottingham. As I say. I loved it. I guess homelife must have been grimmer than I thought.
  11. 1 point
    Did you know... Cat urine glows under UV light.
  12. 1 point
    Now I have the hang of posting pics , thought I would share this one with you . It was probably late 50s or very early 60s . It's my mum pushing a barrow up Marshall Hill Drive , Mapperley . She is going to fetch the coal that the coalman left at the top of the hill . This is the bottom end of Marshall Hill Drive that goes down a steep slope to the Valley Road estate and was in this state every winter until it finally got made up . Coalmen wouldn't drive down as they were unlikely to get out again . Actually we used to play in the mud ! Didn't need a lot of toys , used to make some great dams . Oh a simple life !
  13. 1 point
    Quote from Angie Bowie - There’s nothing about the sound that’s new, either. The subject matter is tired – it’s a nostalgic look back to the last time he was at the forefront of pop music. It is from an article in DM - http://www.dailymail.co.uk/femail/article-2276337/David-Bowie-Ex-wifes-deeply-personal-critique-star-NOT-want-read.html I agree with her - I have all Bowies old stuff but would not even consider a free download of this song. All of us on here have lots of nostalgic look backs but this is not a good one.
  14. 1 point
    I recall Mr Parkin, very good teacher who imparted knowledge without threats! Lets see, Joe Spungin, geography, history, Mr Ward took us for science, he set me up on my road to wanying to be a ham. Mr Jewit headmaster. I'll add some more names when I recall them.
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