Jill Sparrow

You must have started young, nonna I remember my mum talking about a hairdresser on Alfreton Road, just around the corner from Bobbers Mill Road, in the 1930s. My grandmother was a regular customer there. In later years, the premises became Streamline School of Motoring. I learned to drive with them when I was 17. Now, all the shops have been knocked into one large bathroom/tile showroom.

The worst thing is that I think I can remember it being built!

I have fond memories of Radford. Much has changed but the memories are ours forever. Look forward to reading yours, BFG.

Indeed, Lizzie. Much missed.

Welcome, Miss Kolts, to Nottstalgia. I'm looking forward to reading more of your memories. The infamous winter of 1947 was long remembered in my family!

The house on the left was where Olive Wibberley lived. I took this shot in March before my visit to Berridge. I looked closely at the stone steps up to the front door. The centre of the steps has been worn away over time by feet...many of them arriving for a hair appointment. Nice to see the old place still standing. Many memories there.

Nottstalgia at its very best. I've just had a PM from relatives of the lady who cut my hair more than half a century ago! Who would believe it? It could only happen on this site.

It was The Sign Of Four, moved from Goldsmith Street. It also stocked theatrical items, Leichner stage make up, wigs, etc. Used to get my ballet shoes, tights, and dancewear from there but it didn't stay too long in the Royal Centre. I think it closed down completely. Hardings on Mansfield Road was also a dancewear outlet.

I noticed the name Maxfield. Not a common one. My uncle married a Marie Jean Maxfield who was born in August 1928. I recall her father very well. Think his name may have been David but I always referred to him as Mr Maxfield. He lived in College Road, Chilwell. Very nice chap.

The nurses at Harlow Wood wore very complex looking white caps. My friend, Pauline, who nursed there often recalls folding them into shape. They do look fairly awkward and must have been difficult to keep on the head.

That's a fascinating article but it wasn't what I remember seeing, CT. Think it was this.

I seem to remember seeing a website with a lot of photos of the interior and exterior of the Children's Hospital after its closure. I was taken there a couple of times as a child: once after falling downstairs and injuring my back. Two weeks off school...yippee! Two weeks lying on a wooden board in bed...not so good. Fortunately, no lasting damage.

Didn't they have shops dotted around Nottingham? I think there was one on the first floor of the Victoria Centre. Cakes, filled rolls for lunchtime, etc.

But you're a fast worker, our Ben...and nowhere's safe!

Rather like Lord Charles? Whoops, maybe they're related? A chip off the old block?

I had a great uncle Archie. Killed in WW1 on 30 November 1917, 40 years to the day before I was born. Also know a very cute black and white moggie called Archie. I like the name.

This really made me smile. Is this what they really think of us? https://www.bbc.co.uk/news/av/world-africa-48167754/catwalk-gatecrasher-becomes-surprise-fashion-star

One for our Ben. Lovely to see people who've been through such trauma enjoying themselves. Get ready, Carni! https://www.bbc.co.uk/news/av/uk-england-berkshire-48147525/laryngectomy-patients-learn-to-sing-without-a-voice-box

A friend of mine was paid for testing cat food for a while. I remember she had to sit some kind of exam during the selection procedure...possibly psychometric tests...to establish who was suitable. For a few hours a week, the chosen ones met in a unit on an industrial estate near Bulwell, where they sniffed and appraised various types of cat food. No identification of the brand was ever given. Occasionally, one looked and smelled so good, my friend would taste it. No one was allowed to take any home for their cat to give an opinion! After all, cats don't buy their foo

I was born at home on 30 November 1957. The midwife and my mother disagreed about the due date. Mum said 30 November and Nurse Heaton, who lived further up the road, said later. Nurse Heaton was away over the weekend of 30 November/01 December and my mother told her I would be here by the time the nurse returned. Nurse said that was rubbish! Nurse was wrong! Late on the evening of Friday 29th, mum went into labour. Outside lurked the thick fog that always occurred on my birthday. Dad rang for assistance and was told the duty midwife was in West BRIDGFORD and he'd have to go and fe

If there's is such a thing as a cakeophile, you're it, Carni!

You should try it RR. Can't beat a good Aussie black red.

Don't worry about drinking on your own Gem. I love to come home after work on a Friday evening to the peace and quiet of my house. A couple of glasses of Aussie red or Chilean, decanted the previous evening. Bach on the CD player, contented moggies and, in winter, a roaring fire. Bliss. All mine, every bit!

So far as I'm concerned, that really will be the most boring thread ever created!

I don't miss much, CT!