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Sorry for the short notice but if anyone is interested and local I will be giving a talk at Basford Library 10.30am in the morning (10th October) about the letters my Grandfather wrote home from the Western front during WW1.

Your other (better) half as seen it and commented. You look very fetching in your little romper suit.

Technically I don't this is a radio Jill. Redifusion actually sent the signal to your house, a bit like an early cable tv system albeit just audio and it did play radio stations. I think you had a choice of only a couple of stations and paid a rental.

Be careful Gem if your tempted to try this. The capacitors degrade over time and if you just plug it in, you may cause damage that is expensive or almost impossible to put right.

I used to have contact with one of the fair families but sadly they've died out. There was a Berridge school girl, Teressa Wesseldine who married into the fair and still stands a candy floss stall there. Don't know her married name though. If I were you either contact Jame Mellors as Fly suggests or just wing it and ask around. They're general great people, very proud of their heritage and will likely be happy to help.

One year I had a really big balloon. It was in the shape of a zepelin about 2 feet long with fins and a gondola you stuck on. Good job it wasn't that one or the roof would have gone.

I got a balloon from the fair when I was about 8. It was clear printed with green vegetation 'growing' up the outside and had a cardboard fish dangling inside on a bit of string. A week or so after the fair ended the balloon was getting deflated and looking a bit sorry for itself and only just able to float. So being a smart boy I knew that gasses expand when heated so I had a spark of genius and tied the balloon to a Dinky car and placed it on the hearth rug near the fire. I then went upstairs and was in my sisters room with her and my mum doing something or other. Suddenly there was an almig

I agree with your sentiment Sue, but I think it's okay to say something bad about someone sometimes but if it was criminal, and in this context generally we're talking sexual abuse then I think not. I think you make a good point about talking to old friends. It often is and many enjoy talking about when we were younger. But it wasn't always happy for everyone. It's fine that Compo can share that he was treated cruelly by the nuns if he wants to. Clearly it was wrong but probably not illegal nor is he specific about individuals as far as I am aware. But should anyone write here that Father Pete

I thought this would upset some. It's not about censorship at all. Catfan. I was certainly not referring to your post which I may have seen but not recently and if you read Margie H's post above and two previous comments others have noticed and Margie also commented so it's not just a 'new member.' I think your missing the point. It's nothing to do with burying your head in the sand. DJ360 gets it. And Compo you hit the nail on the head yourself by agreeing with what my post was about then going off to what the post was not about. I'll quote you. 'These things happened

I really hope that this post does not cause offence and I am NOT repeat NOT have a go at any individual here and may be totally wrong. My wife has recently joined this site so has come to it with fresh eyes. She made an observation to me which made me realise that on rare occasions things are posted that may be better if it hadn't been. As an example suggesting that certain teachers or staff had behaved in an inappropriate way. There could be children or grandchildren of these 'offenders' find their way to this site and such comments may come as a shock and cause great distress. I'm not c

There was a short piece on the BBC news the other day and a reporter went out and showed a standard portable radio to a number of young people. It was a complete mystery to many of them who simply didn't know what it was or what it did. Seems hard to believe. I was really surprised but as I'm currently listening to a record made in 1933 on the uk 1940's radio station via broadband on an iPad app connected to a speaker via Bluetooth maybe it's not so surprising after all. I do however have about 7 or 8 radios in the house probably more. A few dab but mostly older transistor, some multi ban

Mercurydancer. That would be good. I hope so.

My Grandfather was Harold Aaron Priestley. He's on the screen on the right hand side. I have a picture of it but it's on the PC and I'm on the iPad now. He was a native of St Anns and married my Grandmother a Sneinton lass and they moved to Hickling Road, Mapperley in 1913. He was conscripted May 1916. The house was damaged by a stray bomb from a Zeppelin in September 1916 and had to move to 104 Hazelwood Road off Berridge Road. My grandfather was killed ion March 21st 1918 in the last big German attack. He only visited the Hazlewood Road house a few times as far as I know when he had leave on

You're quite right Jill, this has been mentioned before. I lived not far from here and went down there occaisionally. Because it was a dead end for traffic it was pretty quiet in that there was little activity not quiet as in noise. There were a lot of blackberry bushes along side the Leen which we'd Climb down to the Leen and catch tiddlers or go on the footbridge to watch the trains which were plentiful and be engulfed in smoke and steam as they went under although some were diesel by then. The bridge didn't have solid sides as now but a latice work of crossed steel bands so you could peer

My Grandfathers name is on the organ screen at St Stephens. Killed WW1.

Shipstones I agree could be truly awful. I recall back in the day you could get a tee shirt with the words ' Shippo's Meeks yer arse sore' which were a bit crude but rather apt. But a nice, well kept pint of Shipstones could be lovely. I used to like 'hoppy' beers and drank Kimberley when I could. Barely drink at all now.

Thanks. You can see the house I was born in on this. The top of Churchfield Lane was very different in my time, Players had expanded their factory complex and the development on the opposite side of the Lane of Kingsford Avenue etc. It looks like allotments there when this was taken.

I see that old ace is no longer active which is a shame as I may well know him. I joined Raleigh in about April 1970 straight from school and went into the Concept Design office that had only recently been setup. I was the go-for office runner. It was based just behind head office on Lenton Boulevard and Alan Oakley was indeed the overal boss although my hands on immediate boss was a lovely Scot, John Gordon. Alan was a nice guy and now is not the time or place to tell the full story but don't believe that the chopper was designed by him on an envelope on a airplane. It wasn't. That was market

This post got me thinking. The smells I recall were dependent on the direction the wind was blowing I suppose. At home near to Players it was always tobacco. A pleasant aroma I liked. At Berridge in the playground it was either Players or suds, the cutting oil from the engineering firm on Berridge Road. They made ships horn among other things and occasionally you'd hear one tested. At FFGS you often got the fermentation from Shipstones midweek, a smell I didn't like although I got a taste for the end product few years later. Gerrards soap works was occasionally noticed especially if I walked h

Thanks Jill. Is she about my age or a youngster like you. ps. Just noticed you've said born 1955. My age then.

Hello Beni. I was best mates with Mick Jackson for years, from being about 10. He married a girl he met through me, Jill Island who was the year below me at Forest Fields. They were both mad on parrots and despite living in a 2 up 2 down had over a hundred (137 including the love birds) at one point plus several dogs. Sadly Jill died from a chest infection caught from one of the birds. I knew Dorrain Parrish quite well too. I believe Tom is still alive living Newark way although he'll be getting on now. Nancy died many years ago. Tom was quite a character, life and soul. You make mention of Da

I have recently discovered that have a Great Aunt buried somewhere in the General Cemetery at Canning Circus. I have had little luck finding any sort of plan to trace the grave although I do have the plot number. Anyway the other day on a whim I wandered in there not having been for many years. The place is in a terrible state generally overgrown and no maintenance at all. However what did shock me was the tent and camping of what I assume to be of homeless or immigrant group. They all gathered in a group and obviously resented my close presence but I ignored them. I understand what a difficul

Thanks Jill. Top right in the 1937 I'm pretty sure is Radford pit. You can see people walking at the side of the Leen to or from it. I may be wrong but I think the cows are in fact horses. The resolution is poor but certainly look more horse like to me. Horses would still be common for carts etc, maybe even to do with the pit. Lynmouth is partly built on the later picture.

A couple of great photos, thanks for posting Cliff Ton. I haven't seen these before. They are very reliant for me. The first in the centre about 2 thirds up shows the lolly pop shaped excavation that became Truro Crescent off Newquay Avenue. I lived on Truro for 20 years. I recall when I moved there one of the neighbours, a Mr Perkins who have moved there when his house was new told me he remembered looking up at a roar in the sky and saw three German bombers going my house which had scaffolding up still being built. The second just about shows the house where I was born namely Grimston Road

I was born in the mid 50's and grew up in the shaddow of Players Radford factories. The smell of raw tobacco filled the air. I always found it a sweet pleasant scent, nothing like the smell of cigarette smoke. I worked at Raleigh offices for 3 years when I left school but applied for Players. They rarely advertised for staff but wanted about 20 men for what they called 'the pool'. I was encouraged to apply by my dad and father in law. Job for life, you'll never look back etc. Hundreds applied as Players were acknowledged as a decent firm to work for and I was lucky and taken on. This was about