Jill Sparrow

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  1. 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?
  2. 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.
  3. 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!!!
  4. Christmas was a magical 24 hours in my childhood. The magic disappears as you grow up. That cannot be prevented. The people who made it magical also disappear. That cannot be prevented either. Christmas is no longer a special 24 hours. It's been ruined, over- commercialised, Over-hyped and destroyed. I no longer take any notice of it...but I have my memories. Christmas is, at heart, a religious festival but you would have to look very closely to see that now.
  5. Got one over on the Dalai Chulla there, KJ!
  6. The ladies pierced your heart with their arrows, eh? Wine in the bath? Hope it wasn't carbolic soap...ruins the bouquet Flying has always posed problems for me because of my ears. It ranges from extremely uncomfortable to excruciating. I go deaf driving over the North York Moors!
  7. Get your wallet out then, grandad, Esme needs a large pile of Santa droppings. If you turn out to be half as good a grandad as mine was, you'll be fine!
  8. A return visit has been suggested, PP. In answer to your question, yes I am in touch with Trevor but I don't think he is the same chap you knew. Trevor Davys was born in 1945 which would put him several years behind you at Berridge, although he did attend there. I am going to ask him if he would be interested, along with a couple of other people. Letsavagoo is on board, as is Jane who came with me last time. As we were so well behaved and polite, weren't given any lines and no one was caned or slippered, an open invitation was extended to visit again. After the Christmas break, I will contact Simon and sort out some potential dates in the spring. If anyone would like to join us, put your hands up!
  9. He was a customer in the new branch of Bird's the cake shop which opened in Lister Gate in October. They also do coffee. I understand that Martyn still lives in the same house. Don't remember his dad but his mum was quite friendly with my mum. Yes, I'm told by a friend who sings in the choir that Martyn is a churchwarden at St Mary's in The Lace Market. As we were thinking of another visit to Berridge next year, I thought about inviting Martyn. After all, he's virtually on the doorstep.
  10. Merriman's, the corner shop opposite Berridge, sold frozen jubblies and also did a roaring trade. I wasn't especially keen on sweets but liked the flat banana split bars they sold there. On topic, until a few years ago, I had a friend who was a cordon bleu cook. Two weeks before Christmas every year, she held what she called an at home for friends. Each year, she chose a particular cuisine and I've been to a couple of the Indian themed at homes. I don't like spicy food but she made a range of different strengths, vegetarian and carnivorous, along with other, yogurt, dishes. It was always an event to look forward to but she passed on a couple of years ago, so those are now pleasant memories.
  11. Found this recently in the online local press. This chap went right through Berridge with me. Martyn Jewers. Apart from the facial hair and gig lamps, he hasn't changed very much. I believe he still lives locally. He was a lovely lad. Always cheerful. Still looks happy!
  12. In my day, there were two classes per year group and I think Mrs Platts may have had the parallel class to Miss Smith for what was then known as Top Infants but is now Year 2. Mrs Platts would probably have been in her 40s, although she seemed ancient! She had very dark, curly hair, a face that never smiled and a military bearing. On playground duty, she wore lace up brogues and a dark woollen coat with a shawl collar. Heaven help those who didn't stand stock still when she rang the bell in that playground accessed by the iron gate...the same one we went through on our visit in March. I thought of her as we walked across there, half expecting to be yelled at!
  13. The cottages at Radford Boulevard end of Prospect Street are where the infamous Mrs Platts resided. She taught at Berridge Infants and was regarded as pretty scary! Letsavagoo will no doubt remember her and may even have been taught by her. I never was but I recall her as having the classroom in the corner, next to Miss Smith. At the time, I didn't realise she was married but many years later, my mother worked with her daughter in law who said what a lovely person she was. To us, as children, she seemed quite frightening.
  14. Letsavagoo is correct, it was always called The Mary Potter Health Centre. I, too, remember it being built. Walked past it every day on my way to and from Manning.
  15. Not feeling happy with the information I found on J W Baugh and his voyage to Canada, I ferreted around further and eventually found the passenger list for RMS Regina. This showed, thankfully, that his parents were also aboard, together with another couple. They all lived at 40 Healey Street, off Kirkewhite Street. Both Mr Baugh's father and the other man were carpenters/ joiners and, presumably, they were looking for a better life in Canada. It seems that John William was back in the UK by 1939, although his parents were not. They both died in the UK so they must have returned after the war.
  16. Welcome to NS, Berrima. From your description of the uniform, you were at Manning before my time. I have a number of friends who were there in the 50s and some of the staff would have been there over both our tenures...Miss Long, for instance. I would be interested to hear your memories of the place.
  17. In the 70s or early 80s, I believe a Dr Verma took over the practice. After that, it became a dental practice. I think the house is still there but what its current usage is, I have no idea.
  18. Maybe they gave him a parachute!
  19. Just goes to show why it's a good idea to stay away from doctors! Speaking of which...I've mentioned this before but, after giving birth to me at home, 62 years and 1 day ago, my mother needed stitches. It was 5am, dark, extremely foggy and very cold. Mum's midwife was away and dad had already fetched the on call midwife from elsewhere in Nottingham in very poor weather conditions. She tried to contact mum's GP but without success so it was finally arranged that she would need to go to hospital. At the eleventh hour, there was a knock at the door. In came a chap who looked resplendent in evening dress, silk muffler, black tie and who was carrying a black bag. He almost fell into the house and was ushered upstairs. This was Dr Patrick Kelly, blue eyed Irishman from the practice round the corner on Alfreton Road. He explained that he was on call and had been to a party! Dad thought he looked a bit merry but he knelt down beside the bed, threaded up his suture and stitched up my mother. The problem came when he tried to get up. He couldn't! Dr Kelly suffered from lumbago and his back had locked. It took the midwife, my father and grandfather to lift him from the floor, howling in pain. No wonder my father said he'd never forget the day I was born!
  20. Was the surgery in a large old house near to and on the same side as The Alma Inn? If so, it was previously the practice of Drs Cox, who were man and wife. They also lived there and their housekeeper was a Miss Vera Smith. Vera was a friend of my relatives, Emily and George Ward who lived not far away in Garden Street. Dr. Cox, male, died and his wife retired to Mapperley Park with Vera as her companion and general factototum. It was a fractious relationship because they were both cantankerous. Vera often spoke of that large old house where the three of them rattled around in rooms over various floors, all of which she had to clean!
  21. Thank you all! Believe it or not, I haven't touched a drop today! Been too busy! I'm sure it will keep.
  22. Many thanks for all your good wishes! The day started with frost and fog, just as it did on the day I was born, 62 years ago...and virtually every birthday since! Lots of lovely cards...mainly depicting moggies!...and gifts. I'm drowning in wine. The racks are full, the bottom of the longcase is full and there's still one case to be accommodated! Cat rescue duty first thing. Didn't bother taking the car, I have a Heart MOT 5 yearly check next week, so thought I'd walk for some exercise. Just over half a mile. Did some shopping on the way back. Not out of breath. I walk very quickly, so was soon toasty warm. Friends over for lunch, so enjoying the day!
  23. Given your lifelong, all consuming interest in the ladies, our Ben, no reasonable person would expect you to have time for owt else!
  24. So pleased you've found what you were looking for, Vic.
  25. They say charity begins at home!