Jill Sparrow

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  1. He also had a dancing partner named Solly! Woof!
  2. Very few chaps I've ever met were any use where dancing was concerned. One of the reasons my mum married my father was, according to her, because he was an excellent dancer. They, of course, liked ballroom dancing and I was taught all those dances as a child. My formal training was classical but perhaps my favourite area of dance is much older. Historical dance. Anything from classical Greek to Tudor. In Tudor times, it was considered very socially unacceptable for men of rank not to know how to dance and dance well.
  3. Just for you Ben! The incomparable Fred. I was ballet trained but enjoyed other forms of dance. Once, in a show, we did a scene from Thoroughly Modern Millie. I sang the title song then we did the Charleston. Half way through, my shoe came off and hit someone in the front row! Wouldn't have dared stop so carried on with one shoe! We all fell about laughing when we got off stage!
  4. Reminds me of a quote from a Fred Astaire film, I forget which one. Female: "I'm just stuck on dancin' " Fred: "Well, you sure dance like you're stuck to somethin!"
  5. Sorry, Beekay. Wrong clip. Put your frock back on and try this!
  6. Never mind, Beekay. Join in if you like. You'll have to provide your own frock, though. Love this chap's hair in the slow motion section!
  7. She may have been there at the same time as my grandparents, Mess. They saw that film at The Apollo. According to my mum, her parents went to that cinema once a week in the evening. They walked from their house on Bobbers Mill Road. One evening, when my mum was around 10 years old, her parents had gone for their weekly cinema treat, leaving mum in the house on her own. Bored and at a loose end, she decided to smoke one of her father's cigars. Having pinched one from the box, lit it and had a couple of puffs, mum heard the unmistakable sound of a key being inserted into the front door. Her parents had been unable to get a seat as the queue for the film was very long, so they had walked back home again. Mum panicked,stuck the lighted cigar in an empty tin and stuffed it in the airing cupboard where it smouldered away, smelling rather evil. Of course, my grandmother detected the smell immediately. It took her rather longer to locate the source but when she did it meant a good hiding for mum who was sent straight to bed with no supper!
  8. If I could play the ukulele, I might do just that! Might have to be the Black Bottom instead. Where's me 1920s Charleston dress and long beads? Fancy a dance, Ben?
  9. There are two different kinds,Beekay: Zebo and Zebrite.
  10. There was, indeed, a 1920s dance called the Black Bottom, along with the Charleston, Mess. I have done both in my time! As for golliwogs,they were my mother's favourite as a child. For her 80th birthday, a friend bought her one from a shop in Whitby. He was lovely and she cherished him. All quite innocent, until someone with nothing better to do has to stir up bad feeling where none existed previously. Now, where's that stash of Uncle Ben's Rice I bought the other day? Might black lead the multifuel stove this afternoon with the old Zebo!
  11. Enjoyed reading that, Albert! Reminded me of listening to my own dad and his tales. Dads and mums are a very precious library of family/local history. If there are any Nottstalgians who still have theirs here with them, make sure you get it written down and recorded.
  12. Black pudding? My neighbour has it delivered by the boxful. Yech!
  13. I'm amazed the name hasn't been changed. Hardly pc nowadays, is it? My sister and I used to love Victory Vs. We bought them from Merriman's shop opposite Berridge Road School. Decanted from a large jar into a little, white paper bag. Just the smell cleared your head if you had a cold. You can still buy them but they are no longer the same. They took out the chloroform! Ruined a good sweet! I'm surprised they're still called Victory Vs. A bit, erm....imperialist-sounding these days. And what about mint imperials? They'll be off the menu. Connotations of colonialism! Hands off our sweets!
  14. Say hello to Whitby for me, Gem. It was my mum's favourite place. She loved to sit in Pannett Park on a nice day! Enjoy your fish and chips, too!
  15. Gem, my condolences on the passing of your aunt. You will have many happy and joyous memories to keep and the knowledge that she is no longer subject to the ills, harshness and deprivations of living in this world. Those who remain of my parents' generation constantly astound me. Their ability to cope with adversity seems to know no bounds. I remind myself that they lived through far worse than any of us have ever known, including the current situation and very little fazes them. You are so lucky, Gem, to have your mum, her wisdom and fortitude here with you. I often find myself asking, what would my mum do in any difficult situation. The answer comes back, get on with it, without fuss or panic. Things aren't that bad. You don't know you're born. As ever, she's right!
  16. Didn't VG stores have shop fascias with yellowish/blue vertical lines? Or have I imagined that?
  17. 1968/9 children born between September 1959 and August 1960. List of names: from the back, working forwards Back row: UNKNOWN, Christopher CATLIN, Peter OLIVER, Christopher WIDDOWSON, Ian BATES, Wayne BURGIN, Peter Surname unknown, Ricky SMITH, Colin TAYLOR UNKNOWN, Dawn GAYLE, Diane JESSON, Susan DICKENS, Sylvia MARSHALL Susan HODDER, Margaret WILLIAMS, Debra BRIGGS, Susan FOSTER, David HUDDLESTONE. Gillian SMITH, Susan POWELL, Gaye MACHIN, Terri SALT, Jacqueline MARSHALL, Moira WIDDOWSON, Linda STEVENSON, Alison GREEN, Julie MANTLE. Front Row: Gary EYRES, Peter BRENNAN, Andrew GRIFFITHS, Mark SHIPSTON, John PASSAM. The class teacher was Miss V Bartlett who isn't on the photo. There are 10 children on this photo who had older siblings in my year.
  18. My cats use their litter trays, although one of them will do his toilet in the garden, if nature calls while he's out there. He always covers it up. My tabby female always comes in and uses the tray. No dirt digging for her. She'd get her nails dirty! Miss Tabby inspects a tray very carefully before she gets in. Then she looks and sniffs in all the corners. If it doesn't pass muster, she gets out and goes to another tray, often with a commentary thrown in! We have 5 trays around the house. They are cleaned as soon as used, with a scoop and fresh litter put in. It doesn't bother me at all but show me a dirty nappy and I'd throw up! I couldn't cope with that.