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  1. 19 points
    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.
  2. 17 points
    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.
  3. 16 points
    '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
  4. 16 points
    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 over the years to come. Today as I walked over Trent Bridge, having just passed the cricket ground, I felt a growing sense of excitement tinged with mild anxiety. The waters of the Trent slid by silently under my feet and glimmered in the sunshine. The avenue of trees on the embankment, now in full leaf displayed a wonderful canopy of green reflected in the river at the bottom of the steps. I was soon over the bridge and at last on the city side of the river. Across the road a corporation green trolley bus waited quietly at the terminus. Hopping nimbly onto the rear platform I entered the lower deck. The walk had made me fairly hot so away from the glare of the bright warm July sunlight the interior of the bus seemed cool and musty, but somehow welcoming. Slotting into an empty seat halfway down the aisle I fished out my fare in readiness for the short journey into town and tried to look confident. The bus conductor was a thin stern looking man dressed in a crumpled company uniform and he wore rather small spectacles perched on the end of his nose. He lowered his head slightly to give me a quick glance before finally checking the pavement for stragglers. There was a pause then two short "ting tings" followed by a "hold tight" The bus set off with a slight jolt and as we gathered speed an increasing low whirring noise came from somewhere under the floor. Looking back at the shimmering waters of the Trent I nervously checked again for the two pencils in my top pocket. Finally my hand thumbed the new Ian Allan ABC in my side pocket, a prized birthday present from my Uncle George. "No going back now" said a tiny voice in my head. I was startled by another voice much louder "fares please!" The butterflies in my stomach fluttered as I quickly passed over the fare. My ticket, looking like a pink tongue, popped out of the conductor's silver ticket machine and a few coppers disappeared into his deep leather bag. My thoughts turned to the now somewhat worrying fact that I probably should have told my parents the truth about my planned outing. Instead I had given them a vague story about engine spotting with some of my friends at the station. I had purposefully not added which station..... As the bus moved along I noticed with some amusement how on each corner the heads of the other passengers would sway and nod gently in unison. I smiled to myself forgetting my nerves, they reminded me of a field of corn in the breeze. The conductor shook his bag as he skilfully kept his balance by leaning against a chromium plated pole next to the stairs leading to the upper deck. He whistled a steady monotonous unrecognisable tune, casually sorting the silver and copper coins. Just about twenty minutes later and after many stops the bus turned into Parliament Street. I got up from my seat ready to get off and pressed the bell to alert the driver. I had travelled this route many times with my Dad, so knew all of the stops by heart. Having stepped down onto the pavement I raced along Milton Street towards Victoria Station. Glancing up at the imposing clock tower and with only five minutes to get my ticket or miss the train my heart pounded. Once inside the station I saw an ornate sign in the shape of a hand. The index finger pointed to the left and the word "Tickets" stood out on one side. In front of me a large man with an equally large suitcase unfortunately eclipsed my view of the panelled ticket office. Peering round his side I saw that he was in deep conversation with some unseen person behind a small glass panel set into the wall. After what seemed an eternity the man picked up his suitcase with a grunt and walked off in the direction of the platforms. I quickly stepped forward, a face appeared behind the glass panel and a muffled voice addressed me. Not being totally sure who the man was talking to and unable to hear clearly what he had said, I foolishly looked around expecting at any moment for my parents to come rushing up. Just then the glass panel moved with a squeak and slid upwards, the voice spoke again. Alright young man, where to? The words sat in my dry mouth but eventually came out....Return to Grantham.......please. You had better look sharp said the ticket clerk as I handed over the money. I glanced over my shoulder and waited for the change. Safely clutching my ticket I nervously looked around again and trying to look casual moved off towards the platforms. The tannoy announced that the next train to depart from platform six would be the 9.30 to Grantham. I quickly broke into a sprint not having time to take in the cavernous cathedral like atmosphere of my surroundings. Platform six was over the other side so with a quick dash, two steps at a time, I scampered up the stairs and over the wide footbridge. Down the other side I leapt the last four or five steps and landed in a heap at the bottom. Opening my eyes I saw from my now horizontal position a row of maroon coloured coaches. I was quickly hauled to my feet by an unseen pair of hands. A whistle sounded from somewhere down the platform and someone called out hurry aboard please ! I frantically tried each handle of the coach next to me but my hands were wet with perspiration and would not grip. Just then a hand came past me and easily opened the door, blimey it was the large man with the suitcase... Get on young lad, he shouted, or you will be left behind. I have an hour to wait now for my next train, missed the last one ! blasted British..... The last man's voice was cut off by the door as it slammed shut behind me. The coach was empty so I settled down into one of the seats just as the train started to move out of the station. I wanted to make sure that I would have a good view of any engines that might come into view during my journey. Gosh, I had not even had time to make a note of the locomotive in charge of my train ! With my face pressed flat against the window I looked back to wave a thanks to the large man, but as the platform slowly slipped by I could see no sign of him. Semi darkness filled the compartment as we drifted southwards into the short tunnel towards Weekday Cross junction. Straight ahead lay the familiar old GC line to Leicester and the south. My only trainspotting outing until now had been limited to this section, in particular the Wilford and Ruddington to Loughborough area. It was on one of these visits that I had first heard some of the older boys talk about the sights and sounds of Grantham and the mainline express trains. My imagination had been fired up and now having saved up my pocket money and after telling a few misleading fibs I had drummed up the courage to visit what was to many a train spotters mecca. A we emerged from the southern portal of the tunnel the train gently lurched to the left of the points at Weekday Cross. Looking across to my right the junction signal box came into view. Below I caught a brief glimpse of the tops of Barton and South Notts buses waiting in the circular Broad Marsh bus station. We slowly gathered speed and with bright sunlight streaming through the windows I felt a mixed feeling of wellbeing, freedom and growing anticipation. I watched the white smoke from the as yet unknown locomotive drift lazily past the window. From the elevated blue brick viaduct we now ran parallel with an industrial landscape dotted with small workshops and storage yards. A man on a ladder cleaning a window turned half around to view our train. A cat on a low wall nonchalantly watched our procession go by. Almost as quickly as our speed had increased I felt a gentle tug of the brakes. We coasted along and just a few minutes later crossed over London Road, slowly pulling into the High Level station. All seemed well with my world, the locomotive simmered quietly at he head of the train and further back I heard doors open and slam shut as a few more passengers got on. After a few minutes of silence followed by a shrill whistle from the platform and immediately answered by a whistle from the engine, we were off again. Next stop Colwick, Grantham here I come !
  5. 15 points
    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.
  6. 15 points
    I took my wife to the hospital today to discuss how her CT scan had gone and I felt like crying, with happiness. She was told that there was no sign of any cancer and that they seem to have caught it before it'd spread. She also discussed her radiation treatment that she has to have soon to help prevent it coming back. So, fantastic news and lets hope it stays that way.
  7. 14 points
    Making ends meet: 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 were lucky to have the Central Market, where farm produce was available alongside fresh fish; although many could only afford the fish as an occasional treat. Cars were few and far between and family holidays tended to be either the odd day out to Trentham Gardens, Alton Towers (Before the white knuckle rides were invented), Dudley & Twycross Zoos, Newstead Abbey, Edwinstowe for the Major Oak or if lucky, Skeggy or one of the other East coast resorts. Travel to these places was mostly by bus or train. I think most trips in my younger days were taken on 'Skills' coaches and sometimes the train from Daybrook Station. Local parks, such as Wollaton, held occasional fairs and events too. Towards the end of summer and into autumn the travelling fairs became the focus of attention, with the Goose Fair being the highlight of the season followed by numerous local "Wakes" such as Basford, Heanor, Ilkeston, Arnold, Hucknall, etc.. However, I digress; the memories I am trying to convey are those of having little in the way of material possessions and mothers attempting to make a small wage feed a family - remember, there was no benefit system like we have today, you worked or got your pittance of a dole and nothing else but a few pence family allowance for your second and subsequent children. In order to accomplish this they had to shop daily, making every penny count - and by gum, they did anorl! I clearly recall going down to the shops armed with a tanner (6d or 2½p for those who are too young to remember old money) for some spuds and veg! As for health, had it not been for the advent of the NHS in 1948 many more of us would not have survived to tell the tale. I think my own parents had a big struggle but in my opinion, they did a great job and I wish they were still alive today so that I could tell them so.....
  8. 14 points
    Well I have had a very busy day, wrapping the last presents, making trifles, stuffings, pigs in blankets, preparing sprouts and potatoes for mashing. Sorting all my homemade pickles etc. You would think we were having Christmas dinner at home tomorrow, but no we are dining out, the food is all in preparation for my little band of hungry visitors on Boxing day. 52nd wedding anniversary annawl. I thought I would have an early night, feeling quite tired after my long day, but what am I doing instead of nodding off......playing on my laptop, silver serfin'. You know what, I was sure I heard tinkling and neighing a few minutes ago (Is that what raindeers do?). I stood at the bedroom window for what seemed ages looking at the sky hopeing. Nope, it turned out to be the next door neighbours ornamental cow bells tinkling away in the breeze. Hang on a minute. What was that just shot across the sky over the houses on the next street. Wow, Sure it was Santa....Yep, I can see the twinkle following the sleigh. Right, must go back to bed, pronto. I'll pretend to be asleep then he wont pass me by......Well you gotta dream a little, even at our age. Miducks. Night night all, God Bless and Merry Christmas and Happy New Year.xx
  9. 14 points
    Some folks only request information, which is fair enough by me. Maybe they don't want discussion, chat, banter etc. Different people want different things from a forum, and that's fine. If they sense any animosity and a confrontational attitude, nobody is ever going to stay. A bit of discretion, decorum, politeness and fair treatment wouldn't go amiss on this site at times. All newbies see these days is bragging, blatant hypocrisy, and some bombastic posts.
  10. 14 points
    Hi all, Had a PM from Chulla on my whereabouts as my postings have dropped as of late. I couldn't reply to the PM so just an update that I'm still lurking around and checking the forum daily, I've just been really busy looking for a place to live and a new job also. Hope everyone is well!
  11. 13 points
    A junior boy’s memory. In the late 40s, one Saturday morning, this young lad and his brother would be squeezed into a taxi along with baby brother’s pram and all the luggage plus mam and dad and set off to the Victoria Station. Once there and through the sacred reverberation of the booking hall, the entrance to the trains opened onto to the metal footbridge over the platforms and lines, and there below us, a shock, a mesmerising panorama like nothing else, as far as you could see, a monstrous industrial underworld of clanking and shouting, hissing steam and wafting up to us, the tempting enticing sweet smell of locomotive smoke. A struggle down the steps with the cases and pram to the platform level and we were engulfed in its titanic busy-ness, a tannoy barking out indecipherable orders, smart adults walking quickly here and there, cigarettes being lit, unheard conversations drowned out by the noise, a wink from a passing porter, his laden trolley rumbling along on cast iron wheels towering above me; this was the centre of the universe, this was the mechanicals which operated the world. And there, the most important man in splendid uniform with white shirt and black tie, with mere whistle-blow ordered the lumbering trains about their business. Dad took me to the end of the platform to see the engine. As we approached there was a malevolence about its clicking, hissing and ticking, it seemed keen to be off somewhere, its huge body was so impatient that it was scorching hot if you got too close and if it had an eye I’m sure it looked sideways with disdain at this little mortal. And just to prove its superiority it let out a deafening shrieking hiss in a geyser of steam which, save for the roof, would have blown a hole in the sky. Mam’s waving us back to get on board. The noises subdue as we move into the carriage, dad stowing things in “our” commandeered compartment as doors thump shut. A sigh of relief from mam, and that station master signals the ok, there’s a contemptuous toot from Leviathon at the front and with a gentle jolt the “Master Cutler” is taking us on our holidays, eventual destination Broadstairs!
  12. 13 points
    I know I already said happy new year, but the boys insisted they should have a say. So happy new year from them too..
  13. 13 points
    Happy and relieved to know that our son is relaxing in an hotel at the bottom of Kilimanjaro. We’ve just had a chat with him now that telephone reception is marginally better. All 8 of his climbing group made it, but lots didn’t get to the summit. He said he got a really bad headache as he reached the top, due to lack of oxygen. He reiterated that this challenge has been the most difficult thing he’s ever do.
  14. 13 points
    Up at the crack of dawn this morning and checked into The Park Hospital at 7am. Into theatre before 9 and back into my room an hour or so later. Felt fine, had two pots of tea and egg mayo sandwiches that went down very well. Seemingly no problems at all but just before discharge a nurse removed the cannula and my precious blood was squirting out all over my hospital gown and sheets! For the second time in recent weeks I’ve been asked if I was on blood thinners (same thing happened in QMC)..... the answer fortunately was NO. Got a follow-up consultation with my man in 4 weeks time so fingers crossed that what he did today has sorted me out for good.
  15. 13 points
    There is no further support for the Old version, No security patches, updates or help from support technician in case of problem. I still continue to pay $$$ for support/updates every 6 months. I estimate I have spent $750 for this software. The recent hosting problems forced me to buy premium hosting costing 6 time the original amount. I dread to think how much the added web hosting costs are over the years. Then there was the matter of time spent by myself and volunteers over the years. Now any further complaints?
  16. 13 points
    Sunrise over the garden this morning:
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    It's easy to moan about the weather. But remember this. We live in a small island sandwiched between the weather systems brought about by the Atlantic Ocean and the freezing cold systems which waft in from Siberia, not to mention the varied systems from south Europe. Not forgetting the ever changing jet stream. Most of the time we seldom get really bad extremes (like huge tornados or months of crippling frost), and when we do it's something to marvel at. We have some of the most fertile green scenery in the world and despite the variations in the weather, I love it. And like everyone else here, I am a true Brit so I moan about the weather. It's what we do.
  18. 13 points
    We was Brung Up Proper. I bet nearly every one of us on here can relate to your post Trevor. I know I can! One thing for sure, I would never change my childhood for the Elf and Safety ruled one of today. A bit of muck never hurt anyone.
  19. 13 points
    This came today, I'm going to do a bit of advertising of me roots [and not of the hair variety]
  20. 12 points
    How many Berridge children have secreted themselves inside this niche situated in the playground which fronts the old infant building, hoping to be left behind when the bell rang at playtime's close? I know I did. Just for old times' sake, hid in there again on Tuesday!
  21. 12 points
    This is probably the oldest family photo I have in my possession. The little boy is my maternal grandfather, born 1887 so this was perhaps taken 1891ish. It’s very delicate and precious to me and is on what appears to be China-type material.
  22. 12 points
    Linda would also like me to thank everyone who came, she was touched by such a showing of love and respect for Dave.
  23. 12 points
    It was a wonderful service, and a fine eulogy from his friend David. It made me feel as though I knew Dave personally. It was also good to meet Kath, although would have liked it to be under better circumstances. Hopefully I will get to meet more of you all at one of the meets. R.I.P. Chulla.
  24. 12 points
    Things you don’t see anymore (times 2) A 1945 photo of my aunt, wearing a turban and scrubbing her front door step on Queens Grove, Meadows. She dug her heels in and refused to move when the council re-housed the street’s residents, I believe she was the last person to move out of the Grove
  25. 12 points
    Just in case anyone wants a bucketful of nostalgia, here's a piccy.
  26. 12 points
    Had two. First one Gedling church Sept 65. It was a great day. Lasted 33 years until she died. I have nothing but good memories of it. Probably the best part for me anyway. Was leaving the memorial hall in a rented Mini heading for Warwick and then Cornwall. Obviously there was anticipation, but almost better than that was the thought that we were now finally alone. Didn't have to be home by 11 p.m. ever again. Somehow we never lost that. Second one Edmonton Alberta, Canada. Long way from Gedling. In a little Baptist church with just a few friends and my kids. Reception in the church basement. First night of honeymoon in the Holiday Inn, Edmonton. We were hungry again about 8 p.m. So went across the four lane road outside to an Olive Garden restaurant. It was really windy and about twenty below. My new wife probably wondered what she had come to from the sunny south. On to Banff and the Rockies next day. Still married after fourteen years so must be doing something right. I guess the sign post was prophetic. We had no plans to emigrate at that time. I'll have to upload some pics of the second one. Didn't realize I do not have any on Photobucket.
  27. 12 points
    We went to Skegness and witnessed some totally disgusting behaviour on the beach. A man and woman were arguing in front of a load of kids. She smacked him one on the head and it all kicked off between them. A policeman turned up and he ended up using his baton on the man. The man actually managed to get the baton off the policeman and started hitting the woman and the policeman. Then a crocodile turned up and stole all the sausages.
  28. 11 points
    Here's a wider one..
  29. 11 points
    Thank you all for your kind thoughts. Now that the chemotherapy has ended I am virtually back where I was before; being normal and not really aware of my cancer condition except for little things that are of no consequence. It's been three years now and I am still here, but there are signs that it is changing course. I have great faith in the oncology team at the City Hospital; they are doing their best and I have no complaints.
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    This is a memory I have of visiting my paternal grandparents down Wilford grove and later in the old house we had on Bathley street,there was always a pot of tea on the table with a wooly hat on,a tea cozy,the pot was brown glazed with a chip in the end of the spout and a tea strainer on a saucer next to the pot,the table always had a table cloth on it a sort of oilcloth material in the week but a neatly pressed linen one on Sundays,the table was the type that had drawers in it along one side and thick wooden legs,in one drawer was the cutlery,knives,forks and spoons,all the knives and forks had bone handles that had yellowed over the years,I always remember the funny shaped spoon with some sort of heraldic crest at the end of the handle,like a minature spade,this was a tea spoon for putting the loose tea in the tea pot,"one spoon each and one for the pot" in the other drawer was the clean tea towels and neatly folded paper bags,granny always saved paper bags,"they'll come in useful one day" she'd tell me,on the table was a bread board and bread saw and butter dish with a knife on the dish,the bread was stood up on it's end (no sliced bread then) and me granny would cut the bread across the top if you know what I mean,she would never lay the bread down and cut it downwards,(funny the things you remember) she always managed to cut each slice the same thickness true and level and always put the end crust back on the top to keep the next slice fresh,there was also a bottle of sterilised milk with the metal cap pushed back on top of the bottle,remember the cork lining to the inside of the cap?,by gum did bread,butter and home made strawberry jam taste good in them days,the chairs that went with the table were pretty basic,wood frame with what looked like woven string for the seat,not very comfortable for bare legs in short trousers,I suppose it was character building to spend an afternoon on them chairs,the pegged rug that was in front of the black leaded fire,oven,hob (suppose you call it a range these days) anyway the old pegged rug which my granny would have made from an old sack and cut pieces of old cloth had burn marks on it from some stray embers from the fire and around the fire was a guard made from fine mesh on a steel wire frame a sort of gold/bronze colour designed to keep small people like myself from getting burned,above that was the mantle piece with obligtory clock that would tick loud enough to wake the dead and above that a mirror that was angled down towards to the floor so you could see yourself in it looking up, thats what I remember of me granny's back room down the meadows in the 1950's Rog
  32. 11 points
    Been a few years since me & Mrs Catfan wandered along the Leen from Bulwell so today's plan was a trip to Basford & back...... A deserted Bogs Park, all the kids at school ! The view towards Bulwell Town centre. Wildlife a plenty to see. Many changes along the way, the tram system wasn't here the last time we walked this way. A lot of factories close by also gone & replaced by housing. OH look, there's a "Slug" ! You've heard of Bulwell Bogs but Basford Bog ? The old Vernon ? picture House.
  33. 11 points
    Having read your post I just wish I had the right words to say. We all need help at times like this to ease our grief but having lost someone you love it's not easy. It's always good to be able to talk to someone but it's not everyone who wants to talk to their friends or other relatives about their private lives. Your Nottstalgia friends are always here for you and you can come on every day for a chat. You may not feel that this is for you but when my wife and I found that she had breast cancer I found great comfort from the messages I recieved. Grief is something that only eases with time but we can all share your grief to help you through it. Your husband must have been a lovely man and you may want to share some of your memories with us. You may also like to attend a Nottstalgia meet-up where you'll be most welcome. You don't have to be alone, dat47, because we are all here for you.
  34. 11 points
    Can't better what's already been said so................ A happy New Year to you all may your glass always be at least half full. And to the oldies like me...................congratulations on making it through another year and .....................keep waking up in the morning............
  35. 11 points
    My wife has been feeling unwell and unsteady on her legs so she had to go to the hospital for some tests. It was found that her blood platelets were low but just higher than the level where she'd need a transfusion. She's feeling a little better now, thank goodness, but she does get worried when these things happen. We were chatting tonight about her visits to the hospital and she told me that, despite the cancer rooms always being so busy, when the doctors saw you they treated you like their best friend and always had a lot of time for you. They'd go into every single detail to make sure that all was well. If it wasn't then they deal with it in a friendly and professional way. When the cancer patients are fighting for their life it's so reassuring and comforting for them to be cared for in this way. My wife also told me that she's made friends with a few of the ladies who are also receiving chemotherapy. She said that it always amuses her when she goes for her treatment and is greeted by the other cancer patients. "Hello, are you alright?" they'd say. "Yes, thank you. I'm really good. How are you?" my wife would reply. "Oh, I'm alright" they'd reply, despite all of them being so ill and most needing operations. It must be the British spirit.
  36. 11 points
    Well said Mercurydancer. This site is an absolute goldmine of shared memories and information. It has reminded me of many happy times. I have learned things about the area I lived in and also the part of the city where my father was born. It is a pleasure to view the wonderful photos and read the excellent posts. I left Nottingham in 1972 and I do not often have chance to visit the city so this site keeps me in touch. Thank you to all those who post interesting information.
  37. 10 points
    I've just noticed it's 9 years ago today - July 24th 2010 - that I first registered on Nottstalgia. Have I been wasting my time ?
  38. 10 points
    I enjoyed the ‘Posts and Sheds’ topic, it lightened up what was becoming a rather tiresome and boring forum. Nobody is dominating the site now and the contributors enjoy friendly banter, much like Nottstalgia used to be a year or so ago.
  39. 10 points
    T'was the night before Christmas and Santa's a wreck... How to live in a world that's politically correct? His workers no longer would answer to "Elves," "Vertically Challenged" they were calling themselves. And labour conditions at the north pole Were alleged by the union to stifle the soul. Four reindeer had vanished, without much propriety, Released to the wilds by the Humane Society. And equal employment had made it quite clear That Santa had better not use just reindeer. So Dancer and Donner, Comet and Cupid, Were replaced with 4 pigs, and you know that looked stupid! And people had started to call for the cops When they heard sled noises on their roof-tops. Second-hand smoke from his pipe had his workers quite frightened. His fur-trimmed red suit was called "Unenlightened." And to show you the strangeness of life's ebbs and flows, Rudolf was suing over unauthorized use of his nose And had gone on the telly, in front of the nation, Demanding millions in over-due compensation. So, half of the reindeer were gone; and his wife, Who suddenly said she'd enough of this life, Joined a self-help group, packed, and left in a whiz, Demanding from now on her title was Ms. And as for the gifts, why, he'd ne'er had a notion That making a choice could cause so much commotion. Nothing of leather, nothing of fur, Which meant nothing for him. And nothing for her. Nothing that might be construed to pollute. Nothing to aim. Nothing to shoot. Nothing that clamoured or made lots of noise. Nothing for just girls. Or just for the boys. Nothing that claimed to be gender specific. Nothing that's war-like or non-pacific. No candy or sweets...they were bad for the tooth. Nothing that seemed to embellish a truth. And fairy tales, while not yet forbidden, Were like Ken and Barbie, better off hidden. For they raised the hackles of those psychological Who claimed the only good gift was one ecological. No baseball, no football...someone could get hurt; Besides, playing sports exposed kids to dirt. Dolls were said to be sexist, and should be passé; And Nintendo would rot your entire brain away. So Santa just stood there, dishevelled, perplexed; He just could not figure out what to do next. He tried to be merry, tried to be gay, But you've got to be careful with that word today. His sack was quite empty, limp to the ground; Nothing fully acceptable was to be found. Something special was needed, a gift that he might Give to all without angering the left or the right. A gift that would satisfy, with no indecision, Each group of people, every religion; Every ethnicity, every hue, Everyone, everywhere...even you. So here is that gift, its price beyond worth... "May you and your loved ones enjoy peace on earth."
  40. 10 points
    Had a bit of a walk up Woodborough Road today but it was obvious that the weather was going go turn. Just got back to my van as it hissed down. All taken on my phone and not edited. Bottom of Woodborough Road between Shelton Street and Huntingdon Street Shelton Street You need to tell me what this was. Pakistani Centre now! Top of Alfred Street Central looking towards St Anns Well Road Peas Hill Road, from Woodborough Road looking towards St Anns Well Road St. Augustines taken from Cranmer Street Goldswong Terrace Goldswong Terrace Goldswong Terrace Woodborough Road Entrance to Corporation Oaks Woodborough Road entrance to Robin Hood's Chase Dame Agnes Mellors woz 'ere! Corner of Manning Street General View down Woodborough Road from corner of Manning Street. Plowright Street. Dad rented a garage on here to keep the 1939 Austin 8 in. Current 264 Woodborough Road. Wasn't like this in 1956! Gereral view up Woodborough Road Top of Hungerhill Road Vickers Street Will do this again when I have time available and I will most likely wait until there are leaves on the trees!
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    Well it looks like I’m a bit late with my Happy New Year wishes, you lot are really on the ball. I have a good excuse though, it’s bedlam here in Lilliput. We’ve had Nottingham friends staying with us for the past 4 days, had a lovely time with them, lots of windy walks on the beach and plenty of alcohol too. They departed this afternoon and half an hour later there was a knock’ on the door and one of our boys, his wife and 2 kids had arrived unexpectedly, to surprise us! So we’ve got an excited noisy 4 year old entertaining us. The 15 year old hasn’t taken his eyes off his phone!! We thought we’d be having a nice quiet NYE too. Have a happy time fellow Nottstalgians, I wish you all the best for 2018 and truly hope that you all stay healthy, which is far more important than anything else.
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    When l was very young l remember my gran would get the sudden urge to go on a coach trip, so off we would go from Bilborough by bus to Skills on Wollaton Road. And there she would study on where to go which could be a stately home, the seaside or a mystery tour but no matter what she picked she loved it. She was a regular on these trips which was obviously a bit of a social thing for her meeting the same people time and time again. The downside of these trips out for me was l always ended up having to collect any tips for the driver, often the money l collected in a brown paper bag or a flat cap. I should be grateful really my parents couldn't afford to take me out on these excursions.
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    Me, me Brother in pram & me gorgeous Mam x
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    Gem, I'm afraid I sometimes dip in and out of the forum several times a day and I often multitask by watching TV at the same time! Of course there are lots of days when I have to do other stuff but rarely a day goes by without my having a look to see what everyone's up to! I hate to think I'm missing out on anything !!....... this sounds as though I don't have much of a life, but on NS I feel I'm talking to friends and that's very important to me. Some people have met each other in person since joining NS so I suppose it could feel to 'guests' that we all know one another, but it's always good to get to know even more people who are interested in Nottingham and can share their memories. There are several people who post on here who are happy to never meet up personally - and that's fine, too. You never know when one of your memories will strike a chord with someone else so please keep on posting because we all have something to offer x
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    BBQ RULES: We are about to enter the BBQ season. Therefore it is important to refresh your memory on the etiquette of this sublime outdoor cooking activity . When a man volunteers to do the BBQ the following chain of events are put into motion: (1) The woman buys the food. (2) The woman makes the salad, prepares the vegetables, and makes dessert. (3) The woman prepares the meat for cooking, places it on a tray along with the necessary cooking utensils and sauces, and takes it to the man who is lounging beside the grill - beer in hand. (4) The woman remains outside the compulsory three meter exclusion zone where the exuberance of testosterone and other manly bonding activities can take place without the interference of the woman. Here comes the important part: (5) THE MAN PLACES THE MEAT ON THE GRILL. (6) The woman goes inside to organise the plates and cutlery. (7) The woman comes out to tell the man that the meat is looking great. He thanks her and asks if she will bring another beer while he flips the meat Important again: (8) THE MAN TAKES THE MEAT OFF THE GRILL AND HANDS IT TO THE WOMAN. (9) The woman prepares the plates, salad, bread, utensils, napkins, sauces, and brings them to the table. (10) After eating, the woman clears the table and does the dishes And most important of all: (11) Everyone PRAISES the MAN and THANKS HIM for his cooking efforts. (12) The man asks the woman how she enjoyed 'her night off', and, upon seeing her annoyed reaction, concludes that there's just no pleasing some women
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    My best wishes for a Happy New Year Nottstalgians and families everywhere. Micheal has covered my feelings perfectly in his opening post, and we are all hoping for a better year health wise to come for Mrs Booth' and all the rest of us with our ailments. Thank you Micheal for the lovely flowers. Once again I thank you all for your friendship. Finding Nottstalgia has been one of the highlights for me and I know that so many of you feel the same. Good Health and Happiness to you all Miducks. xxx
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    I'm afraid my wife's tests proved positive for breast cancer and she now has to have CT and MRI scans to see the extent of it. As you can imagine she was really upset with the results. We informed all my family on Friday when we got home from the hospital. That evening, every one of my family, including grandchildren, came to my home to cheer my wife up. How lovely was that and it soon turned into a party. My wife's tears turned to smiles and times like that make you realise the importance of the love from your family.
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    Just a quickie to let you know I am out of hospital after the op. In a bit of pain so although I will look in over the next few days, I'll limit my posts until things improve a little. Good news is ........... I still have my best bits.
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