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Inspired by the "sandwiches" thread..... probably like many of us of a certain age, I could pretty much tell what day it was as a kid by what turned up on the dinner table.
In our house, it was as follows;
Sunday
Roast beef/pork/lamb/chicken, mashed taters (new in season) carrots, greens (cabbage, cauli or brussels, occasionally purple sprouting broccoli) peas (fresh in season) and roast taters.
Monday
If Mam was home; Sunday's leftover meat warmed up in a pan with gravy, veg and mash.
If there was a whist drive; cowd meat and chips.With Dad's pickled beetroot.
Tuesday
Liver and onions. Occasionally, pigs fry instead of liver.With mash and usually carrots and swede. Haven't seen pigs fry at a butchers in years, asked for it down here and just got stared at!
Wednesday
Sausages (or fishfingers when we got a freezer) egg & chips. Or just egg and chips.
Thursday
Stew. With dumplings if Mam was in the mood.
Friday
As per Thursday only no dumplings.
Saturday
Pot luck. If we went shopping to Netherfield, fish and chips from Burton Joyce or Dennis's in Carlton. Burton Joyce chippy was horrible, Dennis's much better but by the time we'd got back to Thurgarton (specially at the speed me Mam let me Dad drive) they were always bloody cowd!
Looks very samey and mundane by today's standards but nearly forty years on I'm still fit as a flea. I daresay I was very fortunate inasmuch as Dad grew all his own veg, we certainly didn't starve.
Mmmmmm........ I've gone bloody hungry thinking about that pig's fry!
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The demolition of some of the viaducts (mainly the one which is now occupied by the new courts) was done by Watts, whose yard was on Porchester Road. I knew Dave Watts slightly, as he and Roger Radford (who owned Thomas Long) used to drink in the Red Lion at Thurgarton.
Dave told me that he reckoned it took him longer to knock those viaducts down than it took the GCR to build them. He reckoned they'd have stood at least another 100 years with absolutely zero maintenence, that's how well they were built.
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I've just found this bit of British Pathe film which shows the actual event; should bring back a few memories.
Enjoy!
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Nice one Firbeck, you are hereby awarded a virtual pint of Home Mild!
BTW, that link appears to be busted.
I often wonder if it was this event which kindled my later interest in steam; as I've said before I was too young to consciously remember it on BR. Would anyone know when steam disappeared from the Nottingham-Lincoln line?
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Without googling (if you can)
1) Where and when (exact day please) was this taken?
2) What is the Nottingham connection?
No prizes for guessing who the nipper in the pushchair is! :tongue:
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"Incidentally, there were no trees on the embankments in those days, it's a recent thing to let them grow, no concern for the view for the passengers."
Think you'll find it's more to do with the fact that diesels don't set 'em alight as often as steam engines did!
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Might well be a Dutch firm; went to Amsterdam in November and there was a C&A there.
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I remember the service between Nott'm and Southwell ( And all ports inbetween) was awful, it was run by TRENT and ran about once every 2 hours (If they felt like it)
Ah, the old Trent/ Mansfield General 74A! Double-decker Atlantean with Trent, Lodekka with Mansfield, and the time it took to get from Lowdham to Southwell via Hoveringham it was probably quicker to cycle! The 74C was even worse, got to Thurgarton and then went via Bleasby and Fiskerton. Nice view from the top deck though, however if you were inclined towards travel-sickness (my sister suffered terribly) it wasn't advisable.
Last bus to Southwell was 18.12, from Thurgarton, so I would guess it left Nottingham about 5pm. Last bus to Nottingham was 17.30, made for a wonderful social life in the days before my Dad had a car, NOT! In those days there was no through bus to Newark, you had to change at Southwell or go by train.
In those days the train sevice wasn't too bad, but if you missed the last one (left Nottingham about 21.40 IIRC) the only alternative was the 25 NCT bus to Carlton Square and hitch-hike.
The successor to Pathfinder is still going, and still popular. Anyone who chews about how bad buses are today would do well to remember it wasn't always better before de-regulation, even in rural areas.
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Quite impressive; an imaginative change from the usual rusty coal-tubs and winding wheels.
Mind you, anything that helps to smarten Hucknall up would be a bonus!
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Re. manure; my old man had a deal with Roland Hoggard, of St. Pancras clock fame. Dad used to send down all his old cabbage and brussels stalks for Roland's motley collection of goats, and received a barrow-load of manure in return.
Having been press-ganged into making the trip more than a few times, I often wished that Roland's place was further up the slope than ours as the return load was of course much heavier!
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The Victoria Center could easily have accommodated a "commuter rail" station, and the line through the tunnel to the north would have made a wonderful commuter line.
IIRC, one of the original designs for the Vic Centre did incorporate a railway station. Was this not the reason for the bottom level of the car park being very high, or is this merely an urban myth?
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My old man used to tell me that Bevercotes produced more oil than coal in the early days, now I know why!
He reckoned that "N.C.B." stood for "No Coal at Bevercotes"!
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I always thought it was a pity that the Nottingham Suburban Railway never made it into the modern age; it could perhaps have provided the basis of a rapid-transit system as good as the Tyne & Wear Metro.
I also think (like many others I suspect) that the closure of Nottingham Victoria, together with the GCR, was a shortsighted act of folly.
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It's probably the old Royal Ordnance warehouse. Been there for ages.
I used to deliver there for Rainbows back in the late 80's. Dunno why people make a fuss, we had Chilwell for long enough and there were all sorts of nasties in there. Oh well, any excuse for a bit of Maggie-bashing.
Small beer compared to Derby, where Rolls Royce have a factory producing nuclear reactors for submarines! Remember years ago when Comrade Bookbinder had signs made proclaiming Derby a "nuclear-free zone", till someone pointed out that a fair percentage of the city's workforce knew otherwise. Signs were amended to read "CITY of Derby" since the R-R plant was outside the city boundary!
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Our house in Thurgarton had an outside bog as well as the normal upstairs bathroom; more for the old man's "convenience" than anything else since if he wasn't at work he was in his garden. Could do with one meself at my house because the bathroom here's a helluva walk from me workshop!
My grandmother lived in a terraced house in School Street, Loughborough, and it had an outside bog and no bathroom as long as she lived there, right up till 1978 when she had a stroke and came to live with me mam and dad. Thing I most remember is the smell of the paraffin heater she used to have in there in winter to stop it freezing up.
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I'd have said that but I couldn't spell Kneeding. !rotfl!
Neither can Limey, it's spelt "kneading"; well it is in GB anyway!
Bought the missus a DVD so far, some bloody silly thing about guinea-pigs; getting her summat else in t'sales but I dunno what yet.
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I remember having some stuff called "Betta Builder" which worked like Lego but wasn't compatible with it.White building bricks, roofs similar to thay Bayco stuff which was what prompted the memory recall!
Someone was on about pork pie for Xmas day brekkie; me old man always had this (Pork Farms of course)and insited it was traditional. Never come across it outside Notts though.
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Speaking as one who's had a lifelong interest in steam but was unfortunately born too late to see the "real thing" in action on BR metals, I enjoy these regular railway threads on here; minly because they are mostly photographed and written about locations which I can relate to.
All too often on gricers' boards you get nit-picking dickheads arguing about petty little details which don't interest me in the slightest, and hijacking the threads. doesn't happen so much on here; keep 'em coming boys.
Just out of interest, I grew up at Thurgarton, on the Nottingham-lincoln line. If anyone has any photos relating to that particular stretch of railway I'd be most grateful to see them.
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Horace Rogers...who was my Godfather.
His first wife murdered their two young children, before taking her own life.
Began as a bicycle dealer, then evolved into scooters and motorbikes.
Cheers
Bockscar...
I knew Horace when he was running Lowater Street, and used to meet him regularly after he retired, at VMCC events when he used to turn up with that lovely old Morgan 3-wheeler. Nice bloke and a real character, didn't know about his early tragedy.
Another one which is still AFAIK going is Dawsons in Netherfield, although it was owned by the bike breakers in Netherfield whose name now escapes me. Bill, the guy who worked there, was an old mate of mine from the Gedling Miners days.
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Scariest thing about that.... 3,000 passengers in 67 "coaches" which in reality would mostly be 4-wheeled, unbraked open wagons.... that averages out at over 40 people per truck!
Wonder what today's Elf 'n' Safety would have made of that? !rulez!
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My ex wife came from Mansfield,,,, apparently just round the corner from Bernard William Jewry.
A fellow Old Southwellian! Better known by his current stage name of Alvin Stardust of course!
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How did that work then, Stalag Luft Watnall, nissan huts, barbed wire and minor council employees enjoying themselves goose stepping around the base of the chimney stacks, I'm intrigued, tell us more Scriv.
Many a true word Firbeck; one of the low points of my life actually but since you ask........
.... There were twelve (I think) houses up there, two pairs of semis and a row of eight terraced. The terrace actually overlooked the M1, the semis formed the "L" at the southern end. From the road end to the houses was about a mile and a half up a hardcore track, complete with potholes etc.
Heating was provided by open coal fires, they also had back boilers for hot water but no central heating; the only other way of getting hot water was by an immersion heater which as you will guess cost a bomb.
Very few of us up there either had jobs or were able to work in the first place; most of them were in fact unemployable, either by virtue of unsuitability or record. There wasn't a lot of actual crime up there (no-one had owt worth nicking!) but you didn't leave owt lying around either. Goes without saying that you were in a "Catch 22" situation, it cost more to live up there so you'd got no chance of paying debts off and getting out. A 20th century workhouse in fact.
This of course was before mobiles were available to anyone except London bankers, and the only phone was one of the old 10p slot type which was frequently out of order, and located in the outhouse of one of the semis. Electricity was by prepay meter and if you ran out you had to walk down to Hucknall to get more, this before shops were open on Sundays. Power cuts were frequent; during the harsh winter of 1987 especially.
I brought two pre-school kids up there on my own. When I hear people whining about "child poverty" today when virtually every kid has a mobile, colour telly and X-box or whatever, I just smile and walk away.
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Good riddance to them. I lived up at the brickyard for 18 months back in the mid-80's, wife buggered off and I found she hadn't paid the rent on our house in Eastwood for a while, Watnall Brickyard was where Broxtowe Council used to put rent defaulters.
I'd have gladly pressed the button myself. Historic landmark my arse, they were a bloody eyesore!
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Especially the contents of that one! !inthebin!
It's Tuesday so it must be liver
in Owt' Abaaht Nowt !
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Pretty much what it says actually; bits of pork offal (liver, kidney, heart) and scrap bits of belly and bacon, fried up in a pan with onions, drain the fat off, add gravy and simmer.
Seriously unhealthy by todays standards but surprisingly tasty.
Another one from my memory banks; though my dad was allergic to mushrooms, one of his favourite pastimes when going for a walk down the gravel pits was picking bluebuttons, which mam would fry with streaky bacon.
Just done a bit of boiling bacon for me sandwiches last night; nowt like it used to be though, I preferred it when the fat to meat ratio was about 50/50 but now it seems to be more meat and gristle than fat, which I consider the best part.