mercurydancer

As per Russian custom it is the third and final wake. 40 days, it is significant as it is the time Christ spent in the wilderness. The Russian orthodox belief is that today the soul finally ascends to heaven. My wife will be in bits and it is horrific for me to be in England and not there. As per usual after a death, there are arguments about the will. My wife's sister is being difficult, asking for money. Not that she helped her own mother at all, for many years. My wife's sister's husband owes me a few favours for getting him out of prison when he drove into two pol

Going back to the 80s, things were different to now. Right after Parade (usually just being advised about the day's activity) we used to set about work. On the 6-2 shift, the first activity after parade and a cuppa was to wash the police cars. Just panda 1 and panda 2 at that time. The wash station was exactly where the transit an is placed in the photo.

I vaguely recall the Boulevard folk club. Also, I recall folk music at the Hearty Goodfellow, along with some strange pre-punk era bands. Whist no bands, I adored the Wheatsheaf in Bobbers Mill at the turn of he century as it had a reggae music night on a Saturday.

Effectively the Broad Marsh centre blocked off the route to Trent Bridge and I am sure it was a factor in the awful destruction of Arkwright Street. West Brigeford is flourishing and the Trent is a lovely place to be. How stupid was it to close off a perfectly functioning road which was the main route to the river and the football and cricket grounds. Furthermore, I could imagine that Arkwright Street could have been a street of boutique shops and curio places, micro pubs and a delight to walk along.

My heart goes out to you. Once is bad, twice is awful and a tragedy I cannot imagine. My family, who I loved, grew old and died, with their loved ones and peacefully at old ages, as it should be. God love you for your loss.

Ah yes, the candles. The stubs are not to be thrown away at all. They are to be put into the grave. It was too windy for any of the candles we held for that to be possible, none of them lit due to the wind. I still have my candle and will light it at my parents grave. It seems appropriate.

it must be very difficult for you. He was so young. You have my sympathies.

thank you margie. it is always comforting to speak to people o this site. I think it is not only because we are nottinghamians, but there are some very nice people here!

Its the religion. My wife's family is very strong Russian orthodox, my wife is really quite religious so it was quite formal. I dont know much about the predominant religion in Poland but I do feel that there are many comparisons.

Thank you Lizzie

I had to go back to Russia quickly about three weeks ago. My wife's mother died. We could not make it back in time for her death, and my wife was hysterical in a hotel in Moscow when we found out that she had passed away. The deterioration was so sudden. I did like her, and recall with great fondness my dad talking with her, although my dad understood no Russian and she did not understand any English, but they would still talk and laugh. We did get to the funeral which was seriously odd. Open coffin and the funeral was actually outside under a gazebo in 30+ degrees o

I do miss Sisson and Parker. I recall the beautiful staircase. Second only to the Co Op

The best one from my youth was Brights near the Wheatsheaf pub. They made their own shortcrust pies and I adored them. Its now a Chinese takeaway, but I dearly remember it.

Indeed we do. 96 lives lost needlessly.

Little known delightful places? One of my favourites, Nuncargate cricket club. Steeped in history of Larwood, and it is very pretty and the cricket club is very active. It helps that there is a wonderful, newly refurbished pub next to the cricket ground. That is a Saturday in summer sorted. What local cricket should be.

Its certainly not free, it was expensive for a pint when I was there a few weeks ago!

1920? Every possibility I may be in that photo!

I recall that car park well. The house in the immediate centre was CID until took over by Senior Officers in about 1981. To the right was that most blessed of all places, the canteen.

I would love to see a photo or two of Worksop nick when I served there in the very early 80s. It is still intact, but seems to have been derelict for many years. I recall with pride, standing on the steps of Potter St nick and getting ready for the shift. Amongst the happiest times of my life.

There were two Tug Wilsons, Big Tug, (The one we know) and Little Tug, both brothers. Little Tug was a motorcycle cop. And he was not little, but not as big as his brother! One night there was a big snowstorm and I was patrolling between Ollerton and Worksop. No chance of getting to Worksop. Little Tug was in a bit of difficulty but I got to him and we just made a brew, cooked some tinned sausages on a hexi stove and got in the car and waited it out.

I certainly remember super flight deck, with the aircraft landing on wire. Many happy hours on it, but it took a long time to set up

I live in Co Duham now, but worked in Middlesbrough for many years. It is indeed a bit rough.

I am sure we all have our memories about the best Christmases. I had an idyllic childhood with the best parents who anyone could have wished for. I wish it to be noted that they gave me the happiest Christmases ever as a child, with not a lot of money. Always they provided. I still consider Nottingham to be my home town. I was in Nottingham last weekend with my step son who is Russian, and he loved the city, with the German style market and such. I tried to tell him about the many happy times I had spent in the city, but not enough time to tell them all. I recall very

It was still open a couple of weeks ago, but it was clear that they were selling the stock off. A great pity.

I loved Crown court. Weekdays at one, so I only ever saw it when I was ill off school. Andy Pandy, surprisingly, has Russian phrases in it. Looby Loo is basically Russian for I love you. My wife cannot understand why I giggle a bit when I tell her I love her in Russian.