jackson

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  1. I can do you a big write up on this - when I have the time - as I used to work in both Farrands and Marsdens at the tender age of 16.
  2. Hi Kath, yes I'll be there - don't forget to let me know the details. I promise I'll make some more posts on here. I plan to take a future visit to the Arboretum, make some notes and then some posts. LOL
  3. Hi Kath I'd love to come to the 'meet up' - don't forget me! I certainly haven't changed in 50 years, I'll be wearing my navy blue knickers, my blue shirt, my navy pleated skirt and my navy blazer with 'Latitia Servire' emblazoned on my badge - do you think you'll recognise me? Oh and I forgot my brown lace-ups with my long, grey socks as well. Don't want to appear thick but are those the 'real words' to the Cuckoo Song. If so where did you get them? You have such a wonderful clear memory Kath. LOL
  4. Hi Tony W what a wonderful image you create with your story about the Lone Ranger visiting your local picture house, Nottm. Sounds like the Lone Ranger was a bit of a pussy cat, paying attention to your little sisters - I expect you were over the moon.
  5. Poohbear, I think you're right Eamonn did look a bit out of his element didn't he? Was Charlie Drake on Crackerjack? Your memory is amazing Kath, when I read about the cabbages and Crackerjack pencils it all came back to me. I think you got the pencil if you were a runner up. I forgot to mention that when I worked at Bilborough Library, I used to pester Mr Bartlett my boss something rotten for any other tit-bits he had on Lesley Crowther. Shame on me, on the road to being a professional, young lady yet still thinking about Crackerjack! I remember 'Dr Who' starting around this time. I us
  6. Hiya Kath I was truely hoping I wouldn't meet you yet (not really!) being as I haven't replied to your email. This is a wonderful forum; when I read what you'd put on about boys sticking cards in their bike spokes the memory of it all came back - I could even hear the sound. Are the words you've written to do with the cuckoo song I mentioned? And if so where did you get them? I loved that song, perhaps that's what made me love the call of the cuckoo over in Broxtowe Woods. I came on to Nottstalgia looking for anything on 'The Temptations' and then I thought why not learn more about 'N
  7. The 'Lone Ranger' was on BBC television at 5 o' clock, every Wednesday tea-time; it wasn't a favourite television programme of mine but at least it was Children's Television - there wasn't much on TV for children back then. I absolutely adored 'Mr Pastry'. He had a programme Saturday tea-time at 5 o' clock. I think he ran a village Post Office and he rode a bike. He made me laugh 'til my sides almost burst. A lovely character. I remember being so little and being thrilled that my mum had borrowed a book on 'Muffin the Mule' from the Aspley Library for my sister Jennifer and myself. Wha
  8. The thrilling sound of the cuckoo flying over Broxtowe woods, Summertime. Such a magical sound - haven't heard it for years. Just hearing the 'cuckoo, cuckoo' made me happy. Can anyone remember the song that begins: 'the cuckoo is a pretty bird, she singeth as she flies.' ? Also the sound of the rag and bone man's call as he walked up Amesbury Circus - a steep incline. Pushing his loaded cart he'd call 'rag bone, rag bone'. And me on hearing it would pester my mum for some 'rags' so I could get a goldfish in a plastic bag. And no matter how well I looked after that fish in its rinsed ou
  9. How lovely that you've made a forum on the Arboretum. I love taking a walk on there with my grand-daughter: walking up at the back of the NGHS - the air there is fresh and intoxicating. We always run down the grassy hills and make our way to the lake to feed the ducks, then walk over to the aviaries where we tweet to the budgies and cockatiels. Some lovely photographs have been put on of the place. Nottingham people seem to forget about this oasis within the city. The times I tell people that I've been on the Arboretum with my grand-daughter and they say: "oh I must remember to go on th