Jill Sparrow

It was formerly The Wheatsheaf pub and, from what I saw earlier this year, parts of the stonework have been incorporated into a new building. As ever, with me, preferred the original.

Chart? What chart?

She should've gone to Specsavers!

I did indeed, CT. What I can't work out is where we were going to on the bus when we passed it!

As I've said in the Garden Street thread, every Christmas eve, up to and including 1964, my father finished work early and came to number 4 to have a glass of home made elderberry wine before we all walked home. En route to number 4, he collected his order from the butcher's at the top of the street. This always included pork pie. Dad was particular about his pork pie, so it must have been good. He also ordered whatever we were having to eat at Christmas. I cant remember the name of the shop but it may have been where Beekay worked as a lad.

Not sure about this but my mother often pointed out what looked like the house in this photo as we travelled past it on the bus when I was a child. She said her aunt and uncle had lived there when she was a child. They were Lily Saunt, my great aunt, and her husband, Albert Baker. Albert worked for Nottingham Corporation and was called out at all hours when problems occurred on the roads. Mum said the house, which was tied to his job, stood in a yard full of equipment which might be needed. Albert died years before I was born but I'm sure this is the house where they had lived in t

Yes, CT. There was a shop just about opposite Garden Street which sold China and crockery. My mother loved to rummage in there. I was pushed in my pram, then walked down that street every Thursday and Christmas eve up to the age of 4, when I started school. Thereafter, every Thursday and Christmas eve during school holidays until the spring of 1965 when my relatives had to leave the place which was due for redevelopment. Never forgotten it and never will.

I remember those cottages, on the right, walking down Garden Street to number 4. They stood back off the road with small gardens at the front as opposed to the terraced houses on the opposite side which had no frontage. I always thought the houses where your relatives lived, CT, were much older than the terraced housing across the street. Any idea when the photo was taken? I recall vividly, on several occasions, seeing elderly ladies with a washing tub in the front garden of those cottages and pegging clothes onto a washing line.

Everywhere looked so much tidier then. No wheelie bins, no cars on pavements, etc. We've become so messy, cluttered and slapdash.

Good for him. I love books. Love the smell of them. Nothing will ever replace the book...in my book!

I see there's been a fatal stabbing in Bulwell last night. Gregg's and two other shops closed today. As a friend of mine commented, Gregg's closed on a Saturday? Lucky there wasn't a riot as well!

As Ann says, the death certificate is a good place to start, followed by coroner's office? I've never had to access post mortem reports but I would suppose they are available. Might give some useful leads.

Excellent news, nonna!

Possibly David William Thompson, died March 1979 in Lincoln. Born 13 July 1975. Might that be him?

Hmmm. Sounds just like home sapiens. They're a Bl**dy nuisance, too!

It's an ill wind that blows no one any good, Brew!

I don't know why but I'm always suspicious of people who promote themselves as doing charitable works. It was the main reason I disliked Jimmy Savile, long before his other heinous proclivities became public knowledge. Buddhist philosophy says it is our intention that counts - not what we do but the reason why we do it. That is known only to ourselves, despite what we may tell others. Do good and disappear. Don't wait around hoping for praise and public acclaim. Just my thoughts. Others will see things differently.

Well done, CT! Next time he goes to the pub, he won't get his head through the door he'll have to drink his shandy outside!

Get him to sign a tenancy agreement! I have an eccentric friend who, long before concerns about CFCs, wouldn't have aerosol cans in the house. Spiders were encouraged to spin webs as a natural means of fly disposal. Well, I said he was eccentric! He respected the lives of all creatures and all do have a purpose...though I'm not too sure about homo sapiens.

I'm proud of you, SG. They can live for years, you know. I dont like them but they have as much right to live as I do.

You deserve a medal, CT, for the fantastic maps, photos and memories of Garden Street, alone!

The little boy was a natural actor. Surprising that he didn't continue in the profession.

Enjoy your day, M.D. happy memories of earlier birthdays in Bobbers Mill Road!

Ricky the red, Rick the red and Richard the red all joined within a few minutes, either just before or just after NS went off. Of course, they could all be one and the same person! Members of the Red household?

Must be popular...looks like Radford Red's entire family has joined!