Jill Sparrow

He's gorgeous! If he was mine, I wouldn't go on holiday and leave him, I'd never be able to settle.

Put that light out! There is a war on, you know!

Good question, Cliff Ton. Mail was often delivered the same day it was posted in those days. I have long suspected that our postman is innumerate as much of the mail coming through my letterbox is addressed to other numbers on the road and vice-versa! It could be laziness but it's certainly annoying because it means other people have to do his job for him!

Colwick cheese was a favourite in our house. Didn't that fall foul of EU regulations? Maybe, now, we can have it back!

Hello Summer! Welcome to Nottstalgia. I'm sure you'll enjoy it as much as I do!

Brings back memories of my childhood, including a trip to Highfields with my sister when I was around 4 or 5 years old. Sis would have been 12 or 13 and decided that she and I would have a day out. We caught the bus and she insisted on sitting on what was known as the anniversary seat. Of course, my little legs didn't touch the step below the seat and the surface of the green leather was slippery. Going round a corner, I slid off, fell onto the floor and whacked my head on the step below the anniversary seat opposite ours. We had quite a lot of disastrous outings when I was small because my

I'm so sorry Freckles. She couldn't have been very old. So sad. I'm sure my sister would have known her. Yes, she would certainly have enjoyed NS, just like the rest of us!

Yes Ben, I think you were right about Rose Hill being in St Ann's and several children from Berridge did go there although it must have been a long way for them to travel. Rosehill School always sounded a delightful place to me but I don't think it was quite as romantic as the name suggests! Freckles, if your younger sister was in the same class as Su Pollard then she must have known my sister whose name in those days was Julie Sparrow. Sis is still in touch with Su Pollard and sees her her occasionally. They were both very involved with what was then the Co-operative arts theatre in Nottingh

Sis remembers Mrs Peat and, as you say, didn't find her very pleasant. I think the girl sitting on the front Row Third from the right could be Su Pollard. Sue Pollard was born in November 1949 and was 8 months older than my sister but they both went through Berridge and Peveril schools. I was talking to an old school friend about the railway house a few weeks ago and they tell me that it has long since been demolished. Presumably the Marshall family lived there because their father's job had something to do with the Railway. I remember Mrs Marshall who stood out from the rest of the mothers

John Marshall looks very like Peter Marshall. They were all fair haired. I think it must have been a large family and money was tight.

That's my sister's era. I will send it to her and see if she knows anyone. She's not on the photo but was in the juniors at that time.

Some of the names ring bells, Freckles. Roughly which year was it taken?

Can you remember any names, Freckles? I must have known some of the families.

I love these old Bakelite telephones. We had one when I was a child. They were so heavy, you couldn't possibility drag it off the table as is always happening with these modern, plastic jobs. I've never liked the modern keypads either. Much prefer the dial. I did read somewhere that some company is making replicas of these. Won't be the same though.

I'd already saved the photo, Freckles, so it's safe and sis can have a look at it. Just remembered that the shop I referred to earlier was the same building that used to be, and possibly still is, the Mill Cafe.

Thanks Freckles. Looks slightly before my time but clearly taken in the junior playground. I will send it to my sister who was born in 1950 and also attended Berridge as she may recognise some of the faces. if you can remember any names that would be helpful as it might jog her memory which is usually quite poor but you never know what she might be able to come up with.

Would be interested to see that, Freckles. Peter doesn't appear on any of mine. May have been in a different class but he was my age.

#13 I was at school with Peter Marshall who had a younger sister whose name escapes me. Also Berridge.

This is fascinating. I grew up in this area but had never heard of Nut Yard. I did know that Cyril Avenue had formerly been Chapel Street as the name plate said so and I recall that my mother had a friend whose family had kept a shop there. She once showed me a photograph of it, taken around 1890. When I was at school the Marshall family lived in the Railway House.

I remember a shop on Derby Road which had a red cross in the window and a sign that said Dolls' Hospital. It was near the site of the old Clement Pianos shop. Would that have been the original Sign of Four?

I worked for some years at 24 Low Pavement in Nottingham which was then the offices of Warren and Allen Solicitors. The building itself was a Georgian town house built by the Gawthern family. By the time I worked there, the interior had been divided up into offices but it was still a very interesting place as the original fireplaces and friezes were still in situ. Up in the Attics were the Old servants quarters which were used for storage of files and I did once go down into the cellars. From there, it was quite easy to see caves running off in all directions, some of which must have gone unde

DaveN, that was why versions varied. Some claim it was the Alfreton Road/Hartley Road junction and others claimed it was Ilkeston Road, where the same juxtaposition of buildings occurred.

I seem to recall that there was a legend regarding this area. I may not have got this quite right and I believe versions varied but it was something to do with the buildings on each corner of the crossroads: a school (education), a church (salvation), a pawnbrokers shop (degradation) and a pub (inebriation??). that isn't entirely correct but it was something similar and I'm sure there will be someone on this site who knows more about it than I do.

I can only just remember the original Black Boy Hotel. Guy Gibson and his cronies often spent their evenings there on trips to Nottingham from RAF Scampton and other Lincolnshire bases in the 1940s. It was said to be rat infested but, come on, what self-respecting rat would be seen dead in the concrete box that replaced it?

I may be wrong but I seem to recall that, for a while, this was known as The Black Boy, after the original Black Boy Hotel (which site was later occupied by the Littlewoods store) was demolished. It has been a lot of other things too.