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  1. You are a little younger than I, M.D. and it's possible that those rolls of lethal tinfoil had been removed by the time you were in the infants. They really were razor sharp! As to childhood Christmases at Bobbers Mill...yes, I understand your feelings perfectly.
  2. My maternal grandfather and his family lived in Sherbrooke Road in 1891. The house is no longer in existence.
  3. Welcome to Nottstalgia, Escapee. This Mr Anderson wasn't Scottish was he? Smallish, bespectacled and usually wore a grey suit?
  4. Sad really, children today talking about anaphylactic shock if they so much as look at a potato. In my day, they were weighed loose on the scales, still covered in the earth they grew in. Tipped into mum's shopping bag, no plastic involved. We ate rhubarb straight out of great aunt Lily's garden, unwashed. Still alive...and kicking!
  5. I prune my roses in November and again in February, if needed.
  6. My relative, Emily Ward of Garden Street, was born in 1894 and used many of these terms in her everyday speech. One of her favourites was, "You'll eat a peck of muck before you die!" As a child I had the idea that a peck was something akin to a pinch of salt and I was amazed to find out just how much it was. In Emily's lifetime, before everything became sanitised virtually out of existence, I suppose her words were true. She lived to be 90. Perhaps we've gone too far with it. Allergies galore. Perhaps that peck of muck made us more resilient.
  7. I remember those too, CT. Anyone remember those rolls of thick, narrow tinfoil, in various colours from red, gold to silver, with circular holes punched out of them? We had them at Berridge every Christmas to decorate the classrooms. They were actually the waste product left over from milk bottle tops, in the days when we had proper glass bottles which were recycled and not the current plastic versions. The narrow strips were razor sharp where the holes had been punched out and they gave them to infants to make Christmas decorations with. There was blood everywhere. Elf n safety would have a hissy fit!
  8. Thanks for checking, Compo. I will have another look. The family I was looking at had moved by 1911 to Clipstone Avenue, near Peel Street. Still there but looks to have been redeveloped. It's a strange tale, involving what looks like bigamy, with links to Berridge Road School!
  9. My sister and I always had annuals at Christmas. When I was very small, it would be the Teddy Bear Annual or Rupert Bear, or Sooty! I still collect bears! Later on, it was Bunty or something similar. There was a rule in our house that we didn't disturb our parents before daybreak on Christmas Day. Santa always left two presents on the landing which we were allowed to open when we woke up...usually the early hours! These presents were always annuals or books of some kind which my sister and I took back to bed and read until mum and dad stirred. It worked very well.
  10. Doubt it, Beekay. Definitely has a y in it.
  11. 1901 census. Handwritten but looks like Bryden. I will have another look.
  12. Does anyone know where Bryden Street was? It's no longer in existence but I came across it when researching recently. Might CT have a map showing its location?
  13. According to my Berridge Centenary book, their dates were: S W P HENTON 1952-57; S D BOWLER 1948-1950; with a Mr.R W SKILBECK 1950-52 in the Berridge Senior Boys. The only Smith is Miss Evelyn Ada Smith 1950-1958 headmistress of the infants, who I referred to in an earlier post. Perhaps your Smith was a deputy head? Yes, PP, I will organise another visit for Spring 2020. Looking forward to it.
  14. Once came back from Italy and couldn't hear a thing. I feared a perforated eardrum so went to see the doc. He said, after almost twisting my head off trying to look inside my ears with an auriscope, that my ear canals were at such a steep angle, he couldn't see a thing! Years before that, after a hearing test, I was told I could hear sounds which were more likely to be heard by dogs!! Things righted themselves in time and my hearing is still very acute...but on principle, I never listen to what any bloke has to say! WOOF!!!