Georgygirl

Don't remember the pond, but I know there was a ton of gnats. But you mention Lady Chatterley (the book) and that took me back in time too... I was still in school when every Sunday they put in the paper another piece of that book for people to see, an 'EXPURGATED' version or something like that, anyway, it was supposed to be a rather mild version of the actual book. But ofcourse I was not allowed to read that paper, it was totally off limits, which iff you think about it, is the dumbest thing a parent can say to a kid...I mean, then they want to read it more, right? This was about a year

When I would get taken up Strelley to the pub, I thought it was a Sunday too, but it could have been a Saturday I suppose, and it was always open, and that was the late fifties, early sixties. But the one thing that stayed in my head was that although I loved sitting outside that pub, the gnats were wicked for some reason, always came back home with lots of bites. Up the road even further iff you made a left swerve you would get to the 'sand hills' and even further, the 'bluebell fields', tons and tons of them as far as the eye could see, magnificent show of blue that would go on forever, do

I knew Darnhall crescent very well...what school did you go to then, did you go to Glaisdale too? Georgygirl.

I'm guessing there would be houses on that land now as just before we came out here my folks knew the guy that had got the contract for being the window cleaner to them all. So you were baptized at Saint Martins in 58?...small world, my younger brother was baptized there in 60, where did you live, we lived first on Melford, and for a short time on Melbury. Georgygirl

Wow Bazzer, I knew Staverton road very well, and lots of friends in that area too. So you went out with a girl from Canada did you? Memories flloding back huh? yup, mine too........ lovely talking with you. Georgygirl.

I was just thinking more about the area just mentioned on Strelley road there, and I got to thinking about the whole area. My mum and dad would sometimes take my brother and I up there with them on the odd weekend to visit a little pub call The Strelley Broad Oak, which was leading way into the countryside back then, as they could sit outside with us and have their drinks. Does anyone know whether that is still there? I remember the landlady used to keep lots of mechanical toys that you could wind up (monkeys playing the cymbals and such stuff) When you went past that pub you were really o

Morning guys, in answer to Ashleys question, yes St. Martins is opposite to the Rose pub, right where the number 32 bus terminal turns around there. My uncle designed that pub, the Rose, and he lived on Yatesbury crescent...did you know when they first put it up they put it up facing the wrong way, it was backwards, and it had to come down and be done the proper way? funny huh? As for joining that other one, Friends United, I did that last night and got to bed really late because I found a whole load of people, could not believe my eyes, it was fantastic, even down to a boy that I had my ve

Oh my, when I came to Canada, David was a curate at Saint Martins, before that there was Father Lavender, and Father Mitchell, both of them great guys, but yes...David lived at the bottom of Melford road when I left for Canada. My two brothers, myself and my mum and dad lived at the Strelley road top of Melford road, and yes...l.o.l. I too spent many hours with boyfriends around that area you are speaking of, it was called 'the Glebe' in those days, a vast area of field with a swamp in it. Do you remember the fair that would come on that area each year? The link that you give me here I must

Love your dog, he's beautiful. Georgygirl.

Glad to meet you Loppy, where you live sounds really great, and I bet the Rockies are gorgeous. I still call England home, I think I always will, but yes you're right Canadian is what my children and grandchildren are, so this is where I am. Why the name 'Loppy'...? talk with you again soon, take care. Georgygirl.

Sorry to butt in, but seeing as you're having this conversation, does anyone still frequent The Pelican on Bracebridge drive in Bilborough? Before emigrating I worked there to try and make a little extra spending money for a couple of years in the early sixties, but have been told by friends that it is a druggie den now, and really gone to the dogs...is this true folks? Georgygirl.

You should go Beefsteak, never put off till tomorrow what you can do today! One never knows what tomorrow might bring, so you should grab all of your chances whilst you can. I have not been out there, but Canada is a huge and growing country and you should see it iff you get the chance. And see the Calgary Stampede whilst you're out there...that'll be something to tell the kids about, that's for sure...l.o.l. However, many many moons ago, I did get to see Cornwall, and that was lovely, also Kent, and Stratford upon Avon were gorgeous places too. back later,

O'k Beefsteak, I hear ya... I am in Toronto, Canada. I live in a city called Mississauga, which when I got here with my family at the age of nineteen was mostly dirt roads, but is now a busy and fast place, things sure changed. It would be great iff I could contact some other folks that went to Glaisdale in my time frame as you say, it was a great time to be a kid back then. Will be checking other stuff on the forum later today as there are many memories I want to explore. Where are you from, are you in Nottingham yourself? take care Beefsteak, nice gabbing with you,

Hi there friends, I was surfing the net yesterday, always tried to get things about Glaisdale school, but never been able to till now. But yesterday I hit the jackpot...there she was, in all her past glory, Glaisdale school, the one that I had gone to in my youth from years 1957-1961. I was born and raised in Nottingham, and had lived on the Bilborough estate most of my young years, going to Saint Martins church, and living on Melford and Melbury road until I came with my two brothers and my mum and dad to Toronto, Canada. I was tickled pink to see the old school and all the Nottingham stu