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Been thinking back to my childhood trying to work out if we were deprived or not. We were always fed and clothed and had a council house to live in. We didn’t have anything that could be classed as luxuries, but then neither did anyone else on our close. There was one family which my mum would describe as “scruffy” and we were told not to get too close (nits), but everyone else was like us as far as I can remember. The biggest difference to nowadays is that the close was a community in itself, celebrating things together (coronation etc.) which you don’t get nowadays. I can remember my mum gi

Some of the horrors described here are no doubt true, but were certainly not my general experience. We weren't 'posh', but we weren't 'scruffy' either. My Dad worked 'down't pit' and my Mum was a very thrifty housekeeper who seemed to me to be constantly cleaning , or washing or mending, and sometimes when I was maybe 10 or thereabouts she had a job in a Textile Co called 'Automatic Braiding' which involved her coming home at about 9:00 every evening. I never settled till she was home and especially if Dad was on 'afters'', although I'd go to bed as instructed at whatever time and just

Someone who needs me but until then I'll keep on dreaming.

Hi Ben. We were at No. 40 from around 1951/2. Can't recall exactly when Mum left, but she was in residential care for around 6 years and died in 2015, so maybe 2008/9. We no longer have any stake in that address and I have no idea who lives there, but it is directly opposite the fairly recently built 'Forum Drive'. People came and went, but when I was a kid, it was us at 40, Gambles at 42, Sanders at 44, Bramleys at 46, Smiths at 48, French at 50 and Wass at 52. But Wass's went off to Oz or somewhere late 50s early 60s. Speaking of recluses. There was a bloke who lived al

no problem with the build. Initially, the penthouse blocks were desirable. I had to do several Electoral roll canvasses in subsequent years, and my Business Studies thesis was on their social and economic decline, which was as abrupt as it was spectacular. Per head of population housed, the Stockhill Lane houses proved a much better long term investment. That is the trouble - Government, local or national, can only see as far as the next election. Real life is usually much longer

Wow! A close? We still had an outside toilet & no bathroom & that was the end of the 80s? I think a lot of this stuff needs moving to its own thread, before it gets buried when the bored word/keep one wake up?

We were brought up with the maxims Waste Not, Want Not and Make Do and Mend. Still very much influenced by them today. We weren't wealthy by any means but never went hungry, poorly dressed or unwashed. Married couples in those days couldn't afford to buy their own home and lived in their own parents' front room until they could afford to rent or save a deposit. Even then, it was furnished with whatever bits and pieces the family could spare. When children arrived most mums stayed at home to care for them. My mum was always at the school gate, lunchtime and hometimes. Always interested in my sc

Exactly Ben, I cannot for the life of me understand this delight and excitement regarding poverty, filth, squalor and deprivation. Its certainly nothing to brag about, or be proud of. Thank God most of us have fought our way out of it.

All of the above plus wayward girls, hardly into puberty, dropping sprogs as fast as tuffies dropping on the scale pan in the shop. No prenatal care or hospital births then - just the local wise woman in attendance and who took the afterbirth away wrapped in old newspaper to shove it on the fire. The male responsible for the birth could have been just about anyone living on the street - these girls weren't fussy. The sprogs were handed over to their grandmother to be cared for in much the same way as she had cared for her own daughter thus carrying on the stream of neglect. Their rotten teeth

Story goes...........Mam and Dad met in the standard 1943,, Dad was 18 and in the Home Guard and Mam was 17 and home on leave from the 'Land Army' based in Bourne,,both sets of their Parents frequented the 'Standard' hence the meeting..........i am the result in 1945.......... So possibly if the Standard never existed neither would i,,,

We are on same wavelength today my two also had chicken, Mum picks one up for them with her shopping. On one occasion when out for a meal she ordered a chicken to go i got nothing, least i know where i am in the pecking order....bottom.

Maybe he had a date after school The Evening Post archives don't reach up to 1957 yet but these other regional papers say the quake hit at 3.44p.m. in Nott'm . ALARM CALLS AT ONE A MINUTE TOWNS and villages in 11 English counties felt the shock of an earth tremor yesterday at about 3.45 p.m. Hundreds of houses were damaged, several people injured ....... 12 February 1957 - Birmingham Daily Post Many Anxious Inquiries A distinct earth tremor was felt by several business people In the centre of Liverpool about 3.45 pm. People working In offices in the c

Try to be pack leader as per Dog Whisperer but they do have their moments, they are male after all! Had their chicken this evening so peace is restored, both sleeping it off at moment.

I don't know if I am alone with this one. My mum would have fainted with embarrassment if she knew the connotations today of her reply to 'Whats for tea Mam'........my little lady mummy would reply 'Three jumps at the cupboard door'.

That's what stood out on my recent trip around Bestwood, the privets were mostly over grown and the front gardens many you couldn't see as the privets were over 6 foot. At the end of the day I wont moan too much as it was my home estate.

Some still on Forster Street.

Oi!!! I built those tower blocks .. ( with a bit of assistance from a few others) They were perfectly OK when I left them..

Stockhill Lane houses were upgraded to indoor facilities in the early 70s onwards, at a cost of £3500 per dwelling. The Council considered it better value than demolition and re-building, a view borne out by the subsequent fiasco with the Basford tower blocks.

Donkey Stone. They came in various colours. I think it's a Lancs. term. I've just learned here: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Donkey_stone .. that all Donkey Stones were made from stone from two quarries, one in Northampton and the other at Appley Bridge near Wigan, which is about 15 mins drive from here.

same here. Bagnall rd was rural then. Dad at Raleigh, mum doing Watmoughs wages. Gran lived ten doors down and did lunch (dinner,we called it) Funny how Mill street never posed a problem on the bike (heavy frame, and three speed Sturmey Archer gears) Very grateful to those days - especially considering that they fostered me.

‘She keeps a good step!’ That was the highest accolade given to a housewife!

Thanks Ian, I didn't move to Nottingham until early '67 so I guess I missed it, loved that old library, magnificent inside and out

Exactly. These days anyone can look at an old census online, or the family history sites, and find all the connections and family histories with birth/marriage/death records. Go back 25 years and it was probably easier to get a personal audience with the Queen than find that information.

Oh dear had a slight blip yesterday, chicken wasn’t properly defrosted. So I spent the evening with two dogs with the hump. They made it very obvious they were not amused as when I touched them they turned their heads away and wouldn’t look at me. Made a point they were not happy by dropping as many biscuits on floor as eaten. Thankfully it is defrosted this morning so hopefully I will be forgiven and can come out of the doghouse.

In her later years my mum was in a nursing home on Clifton about half a mile from where she'd lived for more than 40 years. On a couple of occasions the staff had to collect her from the nearby streets because she'd wandered out and was presumably aiming towards the old house. We never decided whether she was actually aware of where she was in relation to "home" or if she just walked out for no particular reason.

I agree fly...........we were 'Posh' on Bestwood Estate.................lol

Bleddy hell Jonab...... The good old days eh ! Half of Nottingham in a nutshell there. It makes Bridlington St sound quite salubrious.

My Monday Club are having a Secret Santa, told to get something silly for a pound. I have been searching all week with no real success. Getting really desperate even had relatives searching for me! Who came to the rescue? Aldi with chocolate Brussels and chocolate Christmas puds. Problem solved. Can now get back to trying to ignore Christmas.

Yes, CT. My father was forever reminiscing about Chapel Street in Beeston and Church Street Schools. His uncle, the youngest of eight, escaped from his nursing home aged 90 and was found wandering round Beeston clad in his pyjamas, dressing gown and slippers. When apprehended, he said he was trying to find Chapel Street where he had also lived as a child! I used to tease my father about his constant mental excursions into his past. Now I'm doing precisely the same thing! Must be owd age!

Did people get nostalgic for the old days to this degree before the internet was invented ? It's ironic that this ultra-modern thing has enabled people to go further and deeper into their past.

After all the bad comments about the place,,thought i'd show this,, in truly happy times late 40s and 50s........

A few years ago, I kept on thinking it would be nice to go back and live in Woodthorpe again..... but then I realised it wasn't the 'place' I was thinking about, it was the people I knew there when I was young .... ..I suppose the feeling was actually a desire to go back in time and be young again! A lot of the area I was thinking about hasn't actually changed that much (apart from all the houses on Breckhill fields) and we still drive round there sometimes when we are in Nottingham, ....but it does FEEL different because I'm no longer that young girl in the 40s and 50s.

I went to a Padstow school reunion late 80's or early 90s.........really enjoyed it,,a few from my year (mainly girls) a few i had maintained contact with thru football and work,,even a couple of Teachers. It was held at the school (now gone) and we had afters in the 'Duke of ST Albans' the master of ceremony's was 'big Woody' an old mate a bit older than me,and a larger than life 'Character' he actually got me and my life long friend Trevor (now passed) to do a duet....we were awful....lol..........but a good night was had....wish i was there with em tonight.....

...dreaming, till all my dreaming comes true searching, I'm always searching, hoping I'll find someone, someone who needs me Used to love that song. It has a real yearning in the words which really appealed to the teenage Margie with all her life ahead of her......

Someone like you dear but until then I I'll keep on ....................Come on Margie Ooer. I think I just made that line up?

Sure has, called out through the swirling mists of recall from another life. We'll go no more to that golden shore where we danced when we were young. Enough of this nostalgia!

This unusual pair is worth a look!

You can have a bit of chicken as well if you want SG. I'm sure the boys would share. I know mine wvould. I'd just pinch some,

Terrific choices Trogg..................lovely Nostalgic pictures,, think 'Kind of Loving'' filmed mostly in Manchester 1960 ish,,but so evocative of many Northern City's............a good snog in the cold of winter near the Viaducts.....lovely lol

I have taken your advice, Fly here are three which I like ,the first is from Nottingham, the second is like a typical street in Nottingham and the third is a print I purchased as it reminded me of my early teenage years in the Broadmarsh area, hope you like them. They are all available from Rob Rowlands site.

Thanks Col,, starting to shake mesen abit more ta,,.......yes i did take in Southglade,,had relations there at 52,, Ron and Brenda Humphries,, thought about you as i drove along there,what number did you live? Back in the 50s and 60s had many relations mostly on Leybourne and Andover,,today i have just one,, a cousin on Leybourne who is a bit of a recluse,,then the nearest another relation lives is just after Southglade on Morrell bank. she is another Cousin and a bit of a character,,call in from time to to time. We wax lyrical for a while and laugh a lot....

The same can be said for many areas Col. I lived in Wollaton from 63-69, and again from 73-85. It was a pleasant area, until they built behind Grangewood Rd up to the railway line at Balloon Woods. The little shopping area on Bramcote Lane was good as it contained everything one needed. Nowadays, it's horrendous, so being as my branch of the RBS has closed down during the summer, I need never frequent the area again. So sad.