Jill Sparrow

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  1. Where's our Ben? Not seen him logged in lately. Hope he's ok and not run off to Gretna Green with some younger version of Big Maude?
  2. I hope he makes a speedy recovery, SG. Nothing more upsetting than poorly furry friends and trips to the vet. As for these tasty, palatable tablets they dish out...no one is fooled. The moggies take one sniff and roll their eyes! I'm useless at getting pills into cats. Little scamps, they sit for half an hour and then spit them out. Fortunately, my friend at cat rescue is brilliant at such tasks, including getting awkward cats into carriers.
  3. For Thomas William Sparrow, John Samuel Ward, Archie Saunt, Ernest Ward and Charlie Clarke. All Nottingham boys. All killed in WW1 and WW2. As always, at this time, I remember these relatives whom I never met and what they gave so that we might have peace and freedom.
  4. The second photo gives a much better view of the situation of the house and one I hadn't seen previously. It was certainly gone by my time. A shame because it's a good building and they don't make them like that any more.
  5. Did a little research into Dr Halley. He always seemed ancient to me but it seems he was born in 1920 and was only 4 years older than my father. Apparently, he died at the end of 1976, aged only 56. I'm shocked as I thought he was much older than that. He was Dr Richard Alphonsus Halley. He also had a practice in Bulwell and was the GP for the family of my Manning School friend, Denise Chambers, which is how I know he was in the habit of asking for a tot of whisky on his house calls!
  6. I love that double bay-windowed house in the foreground, CT, but don't remember it being there when I was a child. Anyone know who lived there? Presumably, it's railway-related.
  7. Somewhere out there, Colly, there is a parallel universe in which you remained at Chester le Street, won a place at Oxford, wrote a thesis on how to make tea and were awarded the Nobel Prize for Physics. Somewhere out there is a parallel universe in which our Ben is a Trappist monk!
  8. RR, is your real name Topcliffe?
  9. I too have fond memories of the place, M.D. I can recall the swings next to the outside loos in the car park at the side. They may have been gone by your time. Mum and dad would sometimes go there on a Saturday evening if they weren't going into town to Coleman's, dancing. One would see friends from school sitting outside with their parents, enjoying a lemonade. Nowadays, they'd be overcome by exhaust fumes from the traffic! Life was slower then.
  10. It wasn't uncommon to find children doing all manner of household chores years ago. My one remaining aunt will be 90 next April. She often speaks about the chores she and her older sister, Mary, faced on Saturdays. The Sparrows lived in Chapel Street, Beeston, in a sizeable 4 bedroomed house. On Saturday mornings, it was divided into upstairs chores, which was Mary's domain and downstairs chores, which was Hilda's responsibility. While Mary stripped the beds and put on clean sheets, Hilda scrubbed front and back doorsteps, the kitchen floor, blackleaded the range, tackled the pile of dirty crockery and anything else that needed doing. Their mother, Kate, let them get on with it, content to sit in her chair by the fire. Kate, my grandmother was a lazy cat, although no one who wasn't tired of living would have made that observation to her face. Prior to starting her upstairs chores, Mary would have spent the morning delivering orders on foot for bread and home made salmon paste for the local bakery. After Hilda had finished her downstairs chores, she would put on her coat and go round to see Nellie Clarke, landlady of a local inn. Nellie would give Hilda a shopping list and Hilda would battle round Beeston, trying to find what Nellie wanted amid the rationing. There was no payment for any of this and, knowing Kate, no thanks either! Can't see today's youngsters complying with any of this, somehow.
  11. Ah, the NAAFI. My father used to say they did their best to poison the troops. My mother was in the NAAFI from October 1944 until the end of WW2, based at Garratts Hay near Woodhouse Eaves. After her initial dismay at sleeping in a Nissen hut and being given responsibility for making the fire in the pot bellied stove, she had a good time of it and made lots of friends. They had to open the canteen in the evenings and mornings were spent getting food ready but afternoons were free time when they all went to the cinema. One good thing about NAAFI life was that they never went hungry, unlike some of her friends in the ATS who lived on bread and jam. NAAFI girls also got the pick of any makeup or toiletries delivered to the canteen for sale to troops stationed nearby. For the whole of their married life, my father always quipped, "Here she comes with her ersatz coffee!" whenever mum emerged from the kitchen with a tray! Mum thought the NAAFI uniform was drab and persuaded her brother who was in the army to get her a battle top with shiny brass buttons. She had this tailored to fit her by a local tailoress on Bobbers Mill Road. No one said anything so uniform inspections must have been fairly relaxed.
  12. My mother often spoke of visits to her maternal grandparents, Sam and Lizzie Ward who lived in Suez Street, Basford. Occasionally, she would stay overnight. Lizzie would draw off a small bowl of hot water from the boiler at the side of the cast iron range and with a bar of Palmolive soap, my mum washed her hands and face. Rice pudding baked in the range oven was the best mum ever tasted and she also loved the toast and dripping Lizzie gave her. Mum often played cards at Sam and Lizzie's but never on Sundays as it wasn't permitted. Lizzie taught my mother an extraordinary number of card tricks. By the time mum stayed there, only Sam, Lizzie and their unmarried daughter, Minnie Cordelia, remained in the house. The other children were married and had left. Sam and Lizzie slept in a four poster bed which had come from Crimea Farm in Lambley where Lizzie was born. There was no electricity in the house at all. I remember the house when only great auntie Minnie remained there. After she died in 1962, we no longer went there until I took mum back to have a look in the early 80s. She was quite upset to find the house had been demolished, although much of the street remained intact.
  13. Didn't realise you were so cosmopolitan, Colly. You're a citizen of the world!
  14. You're a Derbyshire lad, Colly! What would you know about Nottingham tea? Ayner, indeed!!
  15. This is certainly turning into a fascinating story. You've got to watch these grocery managers, haven't you? I have always thought that, certainly in an age before computers and data sharing, bigamous marriages must have been fairly common.
  16. CT, not seen one of those for years! We had one too. At one point, we had a tea dispenser which was fixed to the kitchen wall. A bit like a soap dispenser but filled with tea. One held the teapot underneath and pushed the button the requisite number of times, then added hot water. This was prior to teabags. My mother didn't like the dispenser but it was a birthday present from one of her friends and mum didn't want to offend her by not using it. The friend was also very fond of Tupperware, which mum detested and wouldn't have in the house! Mum was a stickler for bone China cups and saucers. She would drink from nothing else. If going anywhere she suspected there wouldn't be any, she took her own with her. Tea? Can't stand the stuff.
  17. I have an extremely vague memory of going to spend a night with Kate and Ted Sparrow at their house in Humber Road, Beeston. My older sister was always wanting to stay the night with friends or relatives and it was probably her doing, I just got dragged along as I usually did when she went anywhere. I would have been very young and the only thing I remember is that my sister and I had to share a bed and I screamed to go home. I can't remember whether, in the end, Kate rang my father and he came to fetch us. I have asked my sister about this but she can't remember anything about it whatsoever. The Humber Road house was very old and demolished years ago. As for my maternal grandparents, my grandmother died 10 years before I was born and my grandfather lived with us until his demise in 1965.
  18. I was told that once you've had chicken pox, the virus remains within the cerebro- spinal fluid for the rest of your life but may never cause any problems. I had chicken pox at 6 months. Caught it from my generous older sister! Shingles erupted at the end of a very stressful period of my life and my immune system was probably at a low ebb. I hope it never recurs! Sometimes there is a rash with no pain and sometimes there is pain with no rash. The pain didn't kick in for a few days but when it did, it was akin to being stabbed repeatedly with a red hot dagger. Absolutely horrendous. I occasionally still experience a strange sensation where the rash appeared. It feels rather like sitting in a holly bush. This is the result of nerve damage. I'm told severe cases can destroy nerve endings and leave the affected areas totally numb!
  19. I had shingles in December 2010. Never felt pain like it although the rash was fairly mild. I pity those who get it on their face or scalp. Mine was on my left hip. Couldn't bear to wear anything that touched the area for 2 weeks and that went for bedclothes too! Couldn't get a GP appointment and since there was a flu epidemic on at the time, NHS Direct, or whatever it was called, was running a pre recorded message basically telling those who had other problems to go away! I self medicated on the strongest over the counter pain killers friends could find which they posted through the letterbox. They had never had chicken pox and I didn't want them to contract it from me! The vaccination, I understand, is offered to those aged 70 plus. I'm too young. I understand it can recur but rarely. I would certainly never want to experience it again!
  20. So many people like to bang on about 'rights' these days. They don't seem to realise that the right to sleep peacefully in your bed at night, enjoy freedom to do what you like, believe what you wish and say what you think does not come without a cost: usually a cost which has been paid by someone else. I think we forget that at our peril. Like most of us, I don't remember the dangers and privations of hostilities but I was brought up by those who did and met during my working life many others whose stories made me realise that only an idiot takes freedom for granted. There will always be someone who wants to take freedom away and what do you do then?
  21. I couldn't agree with you more, young Trogg! Only last night, I watched a DVD of The Dambusters filmed in 1955, before the pc brigade got in on the act. History is history. It cannot be changed, it should not be rewritten and God forbid we should start apologising for it! The young men who risked...and in many cases gave...their lives to defend this wonderful country of ours from the Nazi menace should be remembered with pride, revered for their courage and regarded with gratitude. Without them, we'd have been slaughtered. Their stories deserve to be told. To brush their deeds aside for fear of upsetting the, apparently, fragile emotions of some of today's younger generation is to dishonour the memory of individuals without whose selfless dedication and bravery our country would have been well and truly sunk without a trace.
  22. A few years ago, there was a preponderance of candles in jars appearing on graves with Polish names on the headstones, even in tiny village churchyards here in Derbyshire on All Saints. Presumably, it was the Polish expat community who placed them there and credit goes to those who did the reconnaissance. Must have taken some organising. It seems to have stopped now. Presumably, they've all returned home. I thought it was a very nice gesture.
  23. Maybe someone mentioned Experian.....whooooops!
  24. I don't doubt that there were times when, at a considerably younger age and with all your marbles, you made her life very difficult!