katyjay
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Just thought I'd let anyone know who's interested, I'll be disappearing for a while. Didn't want anyone to think I was being mardy! I leave on the afternoon of the 15th, back Oct 4th, so all will be quiet from this neck of the woods.
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Hi Rob, I've finally heard from our cricketing friend in Woodborough. He doesn't remember you [sorry] but remembers your cousin Keith very well. He said he was stickler when it came to either side being turned out correctly. Woe betide any that weren't, he let them know about it. Dave said Keith is buried in Woodborough cemetery, next to his 12 yr old grand daughter, who drowned while on a catamaran holiday in Greece. That's sad, isn't it? He says both Keith's wife and mother still live in Woodborough. Keith died of the same rare cancer that Simon did, quite a coincidence.
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Wasn't one of the first Bernie Inn's in Nottingham, on St James's Street, between Long Row and Maid Marian Way? Also one on Milton St, backing on to the Vic Centre?
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I'm here, I look several times a day on the website, but don't post unless the subject takes me fancy. I know folks have been having trouble getting on the site, perhaps that's the prob.
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OK, she had 2 older brothers, Eddie and David, although they were quite a bit older, so they wouldn't have gone to that school.
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I had a friend, Frances Watts, who lived next door to me on Amesbury Circus. She moved to Mapperley top then Wilford Crescent East. She must have gone through school at Trent Bridge, and I wondered if anyone knew her, and know what she's doing now? She was born 16/8/47, so would have gone into the senior school Sept 58 and left July 62. Haven't seen her since she turned up at the church for my wedding. She said she was married and had a baby boy, so he must be 38 now. Anyone know who I'm talking about?
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Now that's funny, made me larf. Trouble is, it's getting truer and truer.
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I've joined Ayups site and enjoying it. Like he said, we need more warm bodies, so if you've left for sunnier climes, give it a try. It don't cost nowt!
[before anyone points it out, I know you've had very sunny climes for a while now]
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My brother looked at an old Map and the only factory in the area was as I thought, Saxby's. He's stumped though with the bakery.
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Rob, don't suppose you knew any of the Woodborough players? Our friend is Dave Mellows, very tall and fair haired. His son, Simon played for Woodborough with his dad too, also very tall and very blond. Sadly Simon died almost a year ago, age 32.
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Oh dear John, hope it wasn't your middle finger and it's strapped up. It will look like you are giving folks 'the finger' Ouch, I bet that hurt.
Did you play cricket for Bingham? I have a friend who played for Woodborough for donkey's years.
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Didn't he have a golden trumpet?
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Rob, I can't ever remember a chimney amongst the prefabs. The only one I remember is Saxby's on Bar Lane. I'll ask my older brother, see if he remembers either of your queries.
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Rob, I'm sure Vic would have gladly passed on a sister or 2 for you. He was definitely outnumbered in that household. How sad about Mr Halford.
Angi, you said your husband was born on Amesbury Circus, what number?
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Rob, as far as I know, Uncle Sid died in the August of 51. You know how you hear bits and pieces as a kid, but don't know what they're talking about really. I caught snippets of his death, and as far as I remember, a load of coal was tipped out of a lorry and he was standing where it was tipped. I should think if that was true, the driver couldn't see him. I don't know.
My dad's cousin at 165 was Sidney and Ivy Crompton. They never had kids, but Ivy's unmarried sister Fannie used to visit. She was a tiny thing, always in a Salvation Army uniform complete with bowler hat. She lived in March, Cambs. She would come round to our house for a cuppa, bring out her knitting which was always those striped, ridged tea cosies, and sing Sally Army songs as she knitted.
I've looked at my list and can see no Palmer's in that area.
I don't remember a Jane Twigger, she may have been my age but she was never in my class at school. There were 4 classes for each year, so quite a few girls I never got to know.
I used to envy folks who lived in a '77' house, they always looked so different. They were usually on a corner, but we had a pair of them across from us, opposite the nursery. Michael and Patrick Roper lived there. Michael may have been your age or thereabouts. Sunshine houses were another that was different to the norm. We had a few of those up from us, the Lyons family lived in the middle of one, they had 7 kids, so I'm guessing they were perhaps 4 bedrooms? 6 girls and only one boy Vic. He may have been about your age too.
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Hi Rob, well, as you say, small world. Malcolm is the last of his family to survive. He lives in Lincoln. He lost his mum last December, she was 94 1/2, she was my dad's only sister. Malc's dad died in a pit accident in 1951 at Babbington Colliery. That left his mum with 15, 9 and 3 yr old boys. She remarried in '54 to Steve Clarke, who had a paint and paper shop on Vernon Rd nr the crossings. This shop was enormous as he kept buying the next one along and the next. Malc's eldest brother Brian died in his early 60's and Ronnie the youngest died at 50, so like I said, just Malc left.
Regarding the 1958 electoral roll. You were pretty close with the names. 197 James and Ellen McDonald, 199 Arthur, Ivy, Ronald & Brian Murcott, 201 Sam & Margaret Epworth, 203 Samuel & Louisa Hufton, 205 Leonard & Nellie Kirk, 207 Ethel Rushton, 209 Ernest & Lily Varney, 211 Kenneth & Nora Henson, [also Brian Reeve living here] 213 Arthur & Annie Hemmings, 215 Arthur, Leonora & Malcolm Parr, 217 George & Gladys Houlton, 219 Albert & Hilda Waller, also Jean and George Taylor, 221 William, Ernest & John Taylor, 223 Doris Pollard, 225 Frederick & Gladys Halford, 227 Ruby & George Morley, 229 Frederick & Ada Child, 231 Arthur & Cissie Davis, also Alan Watson. My list ends there, at the bottom of a page. I guess 233 was on another sheet. Not counting this house, I have every house on Amesbury Circus, Wareham Close and part of Ainsdale Cres. They list everyone over the age of 21 in the household.
I can't see a Braddock on the list, they must have moved by 58. My dad had a cousin at no 165 which was not much beforeTilbury Rise. They had no kids though so you might now know them. They had a sign on their house that said Stirrup Pump, left over from the the war. I thought it was the name of their house.
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Rob, did you know my cousin? He lived at no. 143, born 1942, his name is Malcolm Lowe-Guest, or he could have gone by just Guest? Also I gather you lived in the little cul-de-sac near to Dulverton Vale, there was a girl in my class in the infants who lived in there, Janet Reeves, had long pigtails. Her family are not on the 1958 voting register we have for the street, so must have left by then. Just wondering.
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I don't know where it is, but it's making me home sick! Oh how green it all looks.
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How about 'shurrup ya mardy bogger, else I'll bat ya tab'
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I remember the name Miss Mantfield, but I think it was because she was spoken of, and wasn't there by the time I went 'up' in Sept 58. If she was still there, I never had her in any of my lessons. I guess there were other teachers there that I never came across, there were a lot of girls there and those few teachers I mentioned couldn't have taken them all for lessons. There were 4 streams in each year. Towards my latter time there a man joined the staff. I can remember the whispers that went round when we heard about him coming. With all female teachers and all girl pupils, he was definitely outnumbered. His name was Mr Lemon and he taught shorthand and typing.
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Did she teach in the junior school? Her name rang a bell as soon as I saw it.
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I thought I'd recall a few memories of my years at Crane School. I started there Dec '51 the day after my 5th birthday. I sat next to Sheila Cook, who lived round Amesbury Circus from me, and already an old friend. She was exactly a week older than me, so a week ahead of me at school. I think my first teacher was either Miss Ward, or Miss Maltby, either way, one was my first, the other my 2nd yr. Miss Stoker was another teacher there, not very nice either, she really slapped my legs once because I'd dropped a pencil when she wanted silence. Hope she got her come-uppance later in life! I remember parties there, mum taking trifle, everyone bringing a plate, knife fork and spoon with your name written on plaster on the utensils. Once we did the Pied Piper of Hamlin, I was a rat with a brown paper bag on my head. I think Miss Yardley was headmistress. I remember the coronation in '53, we all had photos taken, and all sat on the ground inthe playground for a display of some kind.
I don't remember much of the juniors, Miss Starling was head, and the only teachers I really remember are Miss Baines and Miss Ellis. I remember playground games more than anything, and playing on the top playground up some steps. I had my first school trip in the 4th yr here, we went to Birmingham to see a dancing display in a huge theatre/hall. I remember more than anything, passing the kilns of the potteries along the way.
Seniors I remember more of. It must have been Sept '58 I moved up to here. Miss Hilditch was head, Miss Cantrell was deputy head, and also taught science and maths. My first year I had Mrs McGowan in an annexe classroom by the clinic. She also taught needlework. 2nd yr I had Miss Spencer, who also taught English, handwriting, spelling etc. She taught us the Marian Richardson style of writing, and would put us in for handwriting competitions. 3rd yr was Mrs Portwood, also a history teacher. I had her for my 4th yr too, which only lasted one term, as I left the Dec I turned 15. Other teachers were Miss Bilton, Miss Bodkin and Mrs Pavier, all taught PE/Games. Miss Bilton also taught art. Mrs Nannery taught Geography, Mrs Evans taught music appreciation. We listened to old 78's of classical music on a record player and learned all about the composers. Miss Flint taught choir, which we had in the canteen. Mrs Henstock taught domestic science in the hauser hut. Miss Smedley played piano every morning at assembly and for Miss Flint's choir classes. Mrs Ridler taught French and RE, she was the wife of the vicar of St Margarets on Aspley Lane. We went there for any special services. Also we traipsed down to the tennis courts on Aspley Lane in the summer. Swimming was at Noel Street baths by bus [Nole 'Ole] We used the big field in the middle of the schools for hockey, rounders and track and field, we had a netball court on the playground, a gym where we pulled the equipment out of the walls [assembly was in there too] and the canteen. I loved school dinners, it cost a shilling a day and we had plenty to eat. No chips, or fancy stuff of nowadays, just plain, filling meat and 2 veg, and a rib sticker of a pudding afterwards.
I remember going to school one Monday morning in November, around 1959/60 to be told Miss Cantrell had died suddenly over the weekend. We were stunned. At that age you don't come up against death much.
I hated leaving school, especially as most of my friends were there until the following Easter and Summer. But that's life. They really were the best years of our lives, but we didnt' know it at the time.
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I remember the Vulcan coming over our house all the time, as a kid. I lived on Amesbury Circus, obviously in the flight path of this plane and many others. I also remembering it crashing, and going out with my dad and eldest brother to look at the site. Brother worked for Rolls Royce, Hucknall for almost 40 years before taking early retirement, so he and my dad went to every airshow going, me too most of the time. We often went to the American airbases for their shows. Brother has written books, articles for magazines, and often gives talks, all on Rolls Royce, its planes and engines. He did a 6 yr apprenticeship as a coppersmith there in his youth. I remember hearing the test beds from our house.
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Wow Caz, that must have been excrutiating, boiling water fown your back. I know what a slight burn or scald feels like. You were very lucky not to have scarring. I'm sure if that had happened to me, my mum would have slathered butter all over me, it was the answer to everything! Not so nowadays.
Tut, you were right with the copper stick, I'd forgotton about that. That was wood, so were the props for the washing lines. I used to put 2 props up against next doors hedge in the back garden, throw a sheet over and viola, a tent to play in.
Robt, thanks for showing the photo of Broxtowe Lane. I had forgotten about the fence that ran down the left side. In my minds eye, I can see 3 rows of shops, with stone walls running in between, and no gaps. What was behind that fence, do you remember?
Had to laugh about Hazel Nutt throwing the man off the bus. She was feisty, and you didn't cross her. She was different in that she wore trousers with her jacket, most women on the buses wore a skirt below the knee. Trousers on women in the 50's was very unusual. I bet when she popped her clogs, the makeup people laid off one of the lipstick workers!
I now remember the name of the woodyard, Bramley's. Everything comes to me eventually if I can wait long enough! You could walk up a path between the woodyard and Napoleon Sq up to Wendover Drive on the Aspley est.
Top shops: I remember it was Gee's butchers now you say, but wasn't the cooked meat shop another name? Wasn't the Co-op, Farrands, before being a Co-op? I would take my mum's list in there, and you'd tell them one thing at a time, and they went hither and thither fetching stuff. They must have walked miles in a day. I remembered the name Horsleys once you said it.
Bottom shops. I always thought the grocers at the very bottom of Broxtowe Lane was Marsdens, but you say it was the top shop in the 3rd section? Sorry to hear how your dad died, what a shock. A lot of folks cycled to and from work in those days, usually because the work wasn't on a bus route, or took several buses.
I remember the post office next to the grocers, it was in the front of a house if I remember rightly, that stood alone. Then it was a shop I can't remember, then the chemists. My mum had a regular prescription every month, and I would have to go and wait in the doctors surgery in Lime Tree Ave, to renew her prescription. No receptionist in those days, you counted how many were in front of you, then counted them in to see the doctor, then it was your turn. I'd then go and get the tablets from the chemist. Once he didnt' have the tablets and told me to go to Stansby on Nuthall Rd. I only had the penny return fare, so had to walk to Stansbys, then I could bus it home. I'm sure they wouldnt' give prescriptions or tablets to kids nowadays. Patricks the mens hairdressers was up some steps at the side of the railway bridge.
Did you ever go along Percy Street? There was a shop there on the left, tiny little place, sold everything under the sun. You reminded me of this when you mentioned the Alladins cave of a shop on Broxtowe Lane. This shop had stuff piled on the counters right up to the ceiling, and piled all over the floor in front of the counters. Heaven knows how they found anything.
You mentioned a man named Salt who had a fruit and veg horse and cart. Was this Hector, or should I say 'ector and 'is 'oss. We didnt' buy from him but a neighbour across the road did, and she'd always give Hector a cup of tea, so on with the nose bag on the horse to keep it entertained while he was gone. The horse was known to take off every now and again, most likely through boredom. If you are talking about Hector, he was a very stout men always wore a leather waistcoat, and boots. You're right about all the housewives covetting the horse manure, and running out with a bucket and shovel. It either went on roses or rhubarb, the latter I prefer custard on, myself.
Other tradesmen on the Circus were Tom Bridges, he drove a green open sided lorry and sold fruit, veg and dry goods. Later a converted red single decker bus came round as a mobile supermarket. Buxton's had this. There was of course the Co-op milkman, a bread van, dry cleaner van, Davenports beer, Redgate and Redfearns pop, ice cream vans, rag and bone man, Taylor's butcher van, the odd knife sharpener, insurance men, men who collected your never-never payments for the Co-op and Raughton's on Derby rd [both kitted me out] the paper lad, it was never ending. You really didn't have to go to the shops for much at all if you didn't want to.
I'm off on me hols
in Owt' Abaaht Nowt !
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We're flying from Phoenix to London to Malaga. A week in southern Spain, then moving to the Algarve and a week in a villa. Then 3 nights in London on the way back. There's 6 couples going, the men will be golfing most of the time. We do these trips every 2 years, this is the 7th.