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  1. Hi Andy I remember the Central Market stall very well. Whenever I went with my mam to the market my objectives were (1) the model railway stall and (2) the pet stalls opposite the Palais. The model railway stall was, I think, more like a glass kiosk than a market stall. It either had a very high counter or I was a lot shorter in those days. Incidentally are you the former (and now current) Anitpodean old Mundellan of Oakdale Road perchance ? If you are, good on yer me old mate - if you aren't, well good on yer anyway. Malc Fox
  2. The spittoon was situated just in front of the dance floor as you entered the Locarno. We allus reckoned it was a spittoon but it cud ev bin a big fancy ashtray Foxy
  3. I remember the Vic very well used to go there with Big Barry Clements of Bathley Street (Medders) on Tuesday nights in the early 60's. I won a shirt in a raffle there Xmas Eve '63 - fust shot i evver ad. Remember the spitoon and they used to play "Teen Beat" when it was chucking out time. Foxy
  4. Say no more. Respect to Rob for the info Foxy
  5. Could it be the Riding School where the statue of Bold Robin Hood now stands ?
  6. I remember some of the kids on this photo. My year but not my form. Tony Paine - you are extreme left on the middle row, next to the then undamaged Joseph Kehoe. Extreme right middle row is Joe Donegan (Woolmer Road). I can also recognise Graham Glencross and John Rourke. Of the girls - Diane Booth estreme right on front row. The twins - was their name Metherigham ? I guess the class teacher was either Mr Attewell or Mr Griffin. A long while ago. Foxy
  7. Hi Tony I can certainly remember the cine film of the "holiday" in Bellinzona. Are you, perchance, the Tony Paine who lived on Woolmer Road up near David Baker, Rosemary Wade et al. ? Foxy
  8. I have to admit that I am on this photo. I am the prat who decided to wear (or was forced to wear) his Trent Bridge blazer and cap. The photo was taken by the Evening Post on the steps of Midland Station in August 1959. It is indeed a trip to Bellinzona in Switzerland and the line up (so far as I can remember) is as follows : Front row left to right : Leslie Siddy (?), Terry Beech, me, Winston Raymond, David Hickling (dad kept the Plumptre Arms) and Roger Wilford, Second Row : Irene Spencer, Michelle Brown, Janice Green, Tony Gleadall, Johnny Booth, Danny Allington, ?, ?, Next Row : Ann Gillott, ?, Dave Baker, John Rourke, Joe Kehoe, Tony Paine, Back Row teachers : Mr Attewell, Mrs Adlam and Mr Adlam. Miss Richards also went but she isn't on the photo. The trip was memorable because Joe Kehoe ran down a mountain on an outing to the Italian border and fell off (true - honest). He was rushed by train to hospital - fortunately he had fallen on his head and was soon able to leave hospital and return to the Meadows. fully recovered apart from some fantastic facial scars Dave Hickling caught tonsilitis and was injected in the bum, at night, by a priest (true - honestly - we stayed in a catholic boys school). Dave's screams attracted a bat which flew round and round the dormitory all night. He thought he was delirious, the rest of us assumed that Dracula had called to collect him. Apart from that it was a quite normal holiday
  9. Hello Ayupmeducks. A bit late with this response but I used to knock about with Barry Clements in the early sixties. He was a year above me at Trent Bridge and went on to Greenwood before going down Cotgrave Pit. We used to "tazz" around on his Triumph Tiger Cub - a trip to Skeggy in '63 comes vividly to mind. We would hang around the green hut on the embankment with a crowd of mates in'63. Haven't seen him since then but he was a good mate and boy was he a big lad. The "Glen" you refer to was probably Glen Mackay who lived on Bathley Street near Wilford Crescent. I took over his co-op delivery round in '63 - a la Granville. John Booth was another mate. His mum and dad ran the newsagents on the corner of Bunbury Street and Bathley Street. His mum's maiden name was Chester and her family ran the shop from her childhood days. I know this because my mum went to school with Johnny's mum (Trent Bridge Girls in the 1920's). My Mam is 95 and still lives down the Meadows - same house since 1913. Johnny and I both went to Mundella after Trent Bridge we also belonged to the 94th Trent Bridge Scout Troop and I will try and find an image of Johnny, Tony Rickard and Tony Gleadall taken at camp at St Austell in 1960. My most vivid memory associated with Johnny Booth is a game of snooker in our top room on Wilford Crescent. I played a shot raised my cue in triumph and broke the glass lamp shade above my head. It smashed and fell on my face causing a huge gash under my eye. Me and Johnny dashed downstairs to get some first aid. Me dad went to phone an ambulance whilst mum attempted to staunch the bleeding. Johnny grabbed the coal scuttle and said he was going to fetch some coal in for me mam from the coal shed at the bottom of the yard and out he went. It was July - Johnny left the coal scuttle on the yard and disappeared home. Don't blame him - I could never stand the sight of blood either ! He told me later that he realised his mam wanted him back home. A good pal was Johnny - haven't seen him since around '63.
  10. I remember the Carousal. It tried to rival the Santa Fe. Before that it was a "club" hosted by Amber Vandela - anyone remember her ?
  11. Hello Mick Barton Hart retired at the end of my first year at Mundella. Could there, by any chance, have been a connection ? Nah, he was ancient. Was there any snobbery towards Medders kids at Mundella ? No real snobbery that I was aware of, but my mates tended to be other Medders lads there plus some from Radford. Didn't really take much notice of kids outside my circle. I do remember this however. Just after I started at the school (1959) the deputy head came into my class and asked what our father's did for a living. I thought this was a bit weird and listened to the "solicitor", "estate agent", "he runs his own business sir" type responses as well as a few "Works at Raleigh" etc. My dad (ex-miner) was working at the Co-op Bakery on Meadow Lane by then. Didn't really bother me giving the info. but it has always seemed a bit of an odd thing to do. Several ex Trent Bridge kids in my year at Mundella. Tony Gleadell (1, Glapton Road), Gordon Green (lived above the electrical shop on Arky nearly opposite the Globe), Johnny Booth (his dad ran the newsagents on the corner of Bathley Street and Bunbury Street), Ray "Spike" Pyke (Bunbury Street and later above the hardware shop on the corner of Holgate Road and Wilford Crescent East), and John James (Holgate Road) all spring to mind. There were other meadows lads from the Arkwright Street, the Welbeck and the Bosworth Schools as well as many in years above and below me. Can't remember many of the girls except Kathleen Backen (parents kept the toy shop half way down Arky), Susan Daunt (her nephew now cleans our windows in Sherwood), Susan Perfett (Wilford Crescent West). The memory banks now ran down mate !! Cheers for now Foxy
  12. I went to Collygate Infants, Collygate Road, before it was taken over by Mundella as a sixth form block and library. The building is still there. I started in November 1952 when the brick air-raid shelter still dominated the playground. The headmistress was Miss Lindley (who I think came from the Welbeck School on Queen's Drive). My first teacher, in one of the prefab classrooms, was Mrs Cheeseman. I can remember deciding that I would rather be in the other induction class when my mate Brian Mills started in February 1953. I simply walked into Brian's class at 9 o'clock and sat there for about an hour until the teacher noticed - I was then returned to the care of Mrs. Cheeseman. Can't recall the name of my next teacher but the one after that was Mrs. Dickens. I finally finished up in Mrs. Taylor's class before ascending to the pantheon of Trent Bridge Juniors. I recall that the last few months in Collygate were suffused with tales of the fearsome Mr. Gibson at Trent Bridge. He had a STRAP and so far as we were concerned every boy received a thrashing with the strap as part of the induction process. Each boy was then passed to the older pupils to be given a series of Trent Bridge bumps the most favourable outcome of which was a broken spine. This was all rubbish of course - excepting that the "bumps" were part of the TB culture. I have a photograph of the bumps being administered in the senior boys playground. It was printed, believe it or not, in an early 50's FA Book for Boys annual. When time permits I will post a couple of class photos and scan in a photo of an Collygate Empire Day celebration in about 54 or 55. Cheers for now Foxy
  13. I started at Mundella in 1959 and had one year's worth of music with this amazing bloke. Apparantly he had been head hunted from Trent Bridge Boys in the 1920's and stayed at Mundella until his retirement in 1960. Why did I rate him ? Well, as a Medders kid, from a very working class background, I felt a bit of an outsider in my first year there. How did Barton help me ? Quite simply the old snuff snorter once strode from the front of the music room and belted this smarmy middle class young git round the lug-hole for talking in his music class. No other teachers did that sort of thing. It was usually this particular Meddersite who felt the wrath of the chalky caped crusaders. Oh and bye the bye Barton was one hell of a musician. Foxy