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  1. 5 points
    Saturday evenings as a kid were often spent at my grandma and grandad's house playing cards for pennies with other uncles and aunts and cousins. The eldest of the grandkids were sent up to the local off licence to fetch bottles of Nut Brown, a jug of Shipstones, lemonade for the kids for very weak shandy or port and lemon. Bags of crisps, peanuts and my favourite Nibbits. We played Sevens, Russian Patience and always ended with a game of Newmarket and as the kings were withdrawn at the end of the game much excitement as the pot on the last king grew and disappointment if you did not win it. A win set you up for a fine addition to your pocket money for the week. Great memories.
  2. 4 points
    It wasn't uncommon to find children doing all manner of household chores years ago. My one remaining aunt will be 90 next April. She often speaks about the chores she and her older sister, Mary, faced on Saturdays. The Sparrows lived in Chapel Street, Beeston, in a sizeable 4 bedroomed house. On Saturday mornings, it was divided into upstairs chores, which was Mary's domain and downstairs chores, which was Hilda's responsibility. While Mary stripped the beds and put on clean sheets, Hilda scrubbed front and back doorsteps, the kitchen floor, blackleaded the range, tackled the pile of dirty crockery and anything else that needed doing. Their mother, Kate, let them get on with it, content to sit in her chair by the fire. Kate, my grandmother was a lazy cat, although no one who wasn't tired of living would have made that observation to her face. Prior to starting her upstairs chores, Mary would have spent the morning delivering orders on foot for bread and home made salmon paste for the local bakery. After Hilda had finished her downstairs chores, she would put on her coat and go round to see Nellie Clarke, landlady of a local inn. Nellie would give Hilda a shopping list and Hilda would battle round Beeston, trying to find what Nellie wanted amid the rationing. There was no payment for any of this and, knowing Kate, no thanks either! Can't see today's youngsters complying with any of this, somehow.
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    Visiting my maternal grandparents was always a special holiday. We lived in Nottingham and they lived in Barrow in Furness. Their house was bombed during the war and they ended up living in a flat above some offices. Being there meant visits to the coast, beach combing, collecting winkles and cockles, searching rock pools for baby crabs, always being careful to watch for the incoming tide. My grandfather was called Gary by all his grandchildren, don't know why maybe it was a name for grand dad in those parts. He used to go crabbing and bring all sizes of crabs back in a sack and empty them onto the kitchen floor. Then a mad scramble to get them into the boiling pot. Nana used to take me to a little herbalist on the main road to drink a glass of sass ( sasparella). On market days she would take me to the fish area and buy me a pint of shrimps which she always did when I was small and if I didn't get them would scream until they were placed in my hands. As I grew and was able to travel on my own and spend the school holidays with them Iwould visit everyone I remembered. My 2 aunties were the usual ones I visited. Irene because she had 4 boys and they were great company , Gwennie because she had a budgie who talked and how he could talk. " here comes the vicar, here comes the vicar, here comes the vicar" when he got no response he'd say " bu**er the vicar. He often used to escape but was always found mostly on Peel Island where the lighthouse keeper knew exactly who he belonged to. They were very poor but they gave me the most delicious breakfasts of broken biscuits for me pure luxury. Gary worked at the steel works and when the 12 o'clock buzzer sounded for lunch I'd never seen so many bikes all in one place. There were also the bikes belonging to the shipyard employees. From where they lived I could see the high level bridge being raised to let the ships through. If my parents took us , my brother and I, we would come back the coast road way and pick up some flukes. Don't ask what they are called but to us they were always flukes. Huge flat fish, bottom dwellers that when cleaned their gills were full of tiny pink shells. I loved this fish Many happy memories, but on revisiting Barrow with my husband quite a few years ago, it didn't seem the same. The butchers shop where my Uncle Tom worked was no longer there, the sass shop had gone too. I left there feeling quite sad as if I'd lost a little of my life.
  4. 3 points
    Somewhere out there, Colly, there is a parallel universe in which you remained at Chester le Street, won a place at Oxford, wrote a thesis on how to make tea and were awarded the Nobel Prize for Physics. Somewhere out there is a parallel universe in which our Ben is a Trappist monk!
  5. 3 points
    It took me a while and exercised my brain more than usual , but finally there's only one.
  6. 2 points
    RR it seems to be your mission in life to search the forum for duplicate threads and bring them to light - a sort of undercover moderator. You're giving CT a lot of work to merge them but I'm sure he can cope!
  7. 2 points
    Told today there is a new strain of head lice that’s resistant to shampoos & treatments, it’s left scientists scratching their heads
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    Not sure if I've ever posted this before. The early Wheatsheaf, the version before the one which later became McDonalds.
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    I am back at the school invigilating again for the resits, just 5 exams this time. Been relaxing this afternoon (think I might have closed my eyes for a second or two) after being in the lecture room this morning. Why is it that those who want a pen are always in the top seat so you have to go up all the steps to get to them? I saw the pupil I took through all the exams this summer he is in the sixth form now which is what he wanted. Got 2 more exams to do this week, all morning ones and then just 1 next week which is an afternoon one. Don’t understand why normally I am wide awake by 6 in the morning but don’t get up until later, just snoozing, but when I have to get up at 6 (to sort boys out before I go etc,) I feel like I could stay in bed all morning!
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    That's me bonfire sorted, why we got 2 bonfire night topics
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    That's me bonfire sorted, why we got 2 bonfire night topics
  13. 2 points
    Colly, do you have actual dreams/nightmares about being lost or anxious in unfamiliar schools? Paul does! He says that when he was in a new large secondary school and there was the usual change of classroom at the end of a lesson, he daren't call in to the toilet on the way because he didn't know which classroom to go to. Very stressful. Also, he felt he was always doing 'catch up' in some subjects, for example being put in a Latin class - which he had never done before - alongside students who had been doing it for a year already. Going to so many schools obviously impacted on the friendships he made as well. I still have some friends from Primary School as well as Secondary. He doesn't....
  14. 2 points
    Started at Gothem infants then (in no particular order) Aldercar & another one in Langley Mill, one in Chester-Le-Street, Collygate, Trent Bridge juniors & seniors in the Meadows, & Beardall Street Hucknal. So 8 altogether. I left & came back to Trent Bridge juniors a couple of times. When I moved to Chetser-Le-Street no one could understand my Nottingham/Derbyshire accent, when I moved back to Nottingham no one could understand my Geordie accent...
  15. 2 points
    My mother often spoke of visits to her maternal grandparents, Sam and Lizzie Ward who lived in Suez Street, Basford. Occasionally, she would stay overnight. Lizzie would draw off a small bowl of hot water from the boiler at the side of the cast iron range and with a bar of Palmolive soap, my mum washed her hands and face. Rice pudding baked in the range oven was the best mum ever tasted and she also loved the toast and dripping Lizzie gave her. Mum often played cards at Sam and Lizzie's but never on Sundays as it wasn't permitted. Lizzie taught my mother an extraordinary number of card tricks. By the time mum stayed there, only Sam, Lizzie and their unmarried daughter, Minnie Cordelia, remained in the house. The other children were married and had left. Sam and Lizzie slept in a four poster bed which had come from Crimea Farm in Lambley where Lizzie was born. There was no electricity in the house at all. I remember the house when only great auntie Minnie remained there. After she died in 1962, we no longer went there until I took mum back to have a look in the early 80s. She was quite upset to find the house had been demolished, although much of the street remained intact.
  16. 1 point
    Far be from me to suggest professional help but....
  17. 1 point
    Love that post, Jill. Very imaginative......or could it be true? @colly0410 it must have been horrible when your old friends didn't want to know you when you returned... children can be very cruel until they develop empathy........but sadly, some never do and spend their whole lives not caring about other people unless they're in their particullar group.
  18. 1 point
    I've 'liked' the bonfire photo 4? times now... why ARE there so many Bonfire night threads?
  19. 1 point
    What were it Colly? Keeping one step ahead of the law.
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    When I was a young lad from about eight years old it was one of my jobs to clean the Metters Stove top once a week, with stove polish and lots of “elbow grease “ my Mother said .After I had finished the stove I would then clean the front and back wooden doorsteps with the same polish, but the steps needed lots of “extra elbow” grease because the shine had to be a real sparkle ,so as not to leave a trace of thick black polish that could be walked in on to the linoleum floors.
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    Ah, the NAAFI. My father used to say they did their best to poison the troops. My mother was in the NAAFI from October 1944 until the end of WW2, based at Garratts Hay near Woodhouse Eaves. After her initial dismay at sleeping in a Nissen hut and being given responsibility for making the fire in the pot bellied stove, she had a good time of it and made lots of friends. They had to open the canteen in the evenings and mornings were spent getting food ready but afternoons were free time when they all went to the cinema. One good thing about NAAFI life was that they never went hungry, unlike some of her friends in the ATS who lived on bread and jam. NAAFI girls also got the pick of any makeup or toiletries delivered to the canteen for sale to troops stationed nearby. For the whole of their married life, my father always quipped, "Here she comes with her ersatz coffee!" whenever mum emerged from the kitchen with a tray! Mum thought the NAAFI uniform was drab and persuaded her brother who was in the army to get her a battle top with shiny brass buttons. She had this tailored to fit her by a local tailoress on Bobbers Mill Road. No one said anything so uniform inspections must have been fairly relaxed.
  22. 1 point
    Didn't realise you were so cosmopolitan, Colly. You're a citizen of the world!
  23. 1 point
    Fascinating photo, bringing back great memories - 31, Woodborough Road was my grandfather's shop - Oscar Shrive. He was a grocer who also sold bacon, cheeses and teas. He also sold corn and I used to love going to the shop from where we lived in Beeston Rylands to feed the corn to the pigeons! If you look at the map, the "bulge" at the front of the premises is where the garden used to be, and one of the few buildings that retained its metal railings (most were taken to be melted down for the war effort). I stood on those railings when Nottingham Forest passed by on a single decker bus with the FA Cup in 1959. On Saturday or Sunday afternoons, we used to walk up the hill to the Arboretum, enjoying the park and free roaming peacocks :D
  24. 1 point
    Tea in enamel mugs... you soon learned to blow it first or let cool awhile before you drank it.
  25. 1 point
    Jill. I was born on Waterway Street (or is that Watterway Street? Lol) in the Meadows, then moved to Gotham, then Langley Mill, then back to the Meadows, then Chester-Le-Street Co Durham, then back to the Meadows, then Bestwood Village. All this before I left school so not really sure where I come from sometimes. I'm a member of the Meadows, Langley Mill & Bestwood Village facebook pages... Best tea I've ever tasted in when I've been on army exercise's when I was freezing cold, knackered, fed up & whinging like Alf Garnet. It'd be dozens of tea bags in a pillow case chucked in a vat of boiling water then several tins of condensed milk poured in, pillow case would be fished out & tea ladled into our mugs, was most delicious...
  26. 1 point
    This is certainly turning into a fascinating story. You've got to watch these grocery managers, haven't you? I have always thought that, certainly in an age before computers and data sharing, bigamous marriages must have been fairly common.
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    Double whammy..a boozer and a bus..Done the 51..but not The Craven..St.Augustines dome can be seen up the hill...had me confirmation in there.
  29. 1 point
    Some Reg Baker pictures of the Gas Board Building...prior to demolition..1975.
  30. 1 point
    I must have walked past this building countless times from being a child holding mams hand, walking from Huntingdon St bus station going to Vicarage St to visit my Grandparents and relations living around the area. After leaving school I did the same journey most mornings myself whilst working at Raywarp on Alfred St North. I have closed my eyes and tried to imagine the building, one so large, but can't for the life of me remember it. This makes me feel sad because, it makes me wonder how many more places and people have slipped from my mind. I do enjoy the pictures and it does take me back to the Nottm of my time there. I would love to go back in time, just for one day only, and see the places and people from a long time gone. One day in the future, people may be able to do that, in some way ..............ooooer........How many would want to come back?
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    I don't think this is right, but it's close! It's Bonfire Night It's Bonfire Night All the little stars are shining bright Three little Angels dressed in White One with a fiddle One with a drum One with a Pancake Stuck to her Bum
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