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As the tripe aspects of this thread seem to have faded, thought worth a bit of drift to "Giblets" might be in order. That's chicken giblets. Giblets were all the chicken internals and necks. For less than a shilling you could get a couple of pounds of giblets at the butchers on Waterway St. The one near the corner of Blackstone St. Giblet stew was highly regarded in our household. All six kids and parents got a good feed. The only bits needing looking at were the stomachs, the inside layer had to be peeled off as very tough. Necks were the best bits, especially when cooked long e

Distinct memories of all the honour boards in the upper hall. Listing all the scholars of the school who had died in both the Great War and the Second. Vague memories of Remembrance Day assemblies when the names of those who had died in WWII were read out. In the 1950's much of what had happened was still very fresh. Hey, we still had rationing. Alison

AG, by 1959 I was sitting entrance exams at RAF Cardington to join Aunty Betty's flying circus - successfully. Did eight years as a regular.

Remember Dilly, Dilly. Lavender blue dilly dilly, lavender green. You'll be my King dilly dilly, I'll be your Queen. Who told you so Dilly Dilly....... And the school choir singing "Nymphs and Shepherds". Run away, run away.

Been a good fifty years since last had any contact with my Uncle Ron's family who lived at 1 Ridgemont Walk Clifton Estate in the 1950'/60's ...... His mum and my gran lived at 21 Brierley St in the Meadows. Alison

Lots of memories. Remember being taken to the creche half way up Brierley St. Was on the left set into the Reccie. Would have been late 1947. My Gran lived opposite at 21 Brierley St. Later went to Queens Walk Primary at the bottom of Brierley. Remember sitting on my Uncles shoulder to see the Sherwood Foresters? marching up Carrington Street on their return from the war. I think they formed up down the Embankment and marched to Slab Square. My Dad served with the Lincolnshire Poachers, he brought back a German radio which blew up when he tried to get it going. Probably late 19

Don't know how true it is, but the coal cellars of the houses on Summers Street in the Medders used to flood with some regularity. The comment back then 1940's/50's was that the River Leen flowed under the houses, and when it was in flood so were our cellars. Alison

Used to visit a favourite Uncle who moved there with his family from the Medders. This was before they had completed the first Clifton bridge. People would catch a West Bridgeford bus to the 'apenny bridge and walk across back to the Medders to shop. Going back the same way carrying their shopping. I used to walk all the way from Queens Drive. Often stopping enroute at Fareham Brook, spending time there and then going back home without making it to the Estate. If I recollect correctly having crossed the 'apenny bridge you turned right through a churchyard/cemetery and then you got

Still thinking about it. Making effort to contact them that is. More looking for some clues as how I would go about locating them. Alison

Giving some thought to trying to contact some long lost rellies. I have their last known address which was on the Clifton Estate and and their names, but nothing else. My last real contact with them was in 1960. The guy was my Dad's brother and I believe they had two children, possibly after 1960. Any tips or suggestions as how to go about finding them would be appreciated, preferably via an online resource. Thanks. Alison

Thought the goldfish would have recovered by now. If not sorry, mea culpa. Would have been in the early fifties, when your truly and others suitably armed with penny bangers, matches, lumps of plasticine and empty jam jars would descend on the goldfish ponds. We would mould the plasticine around the bottom of a banger as a weight, light the fuse paper and when it was fizzing away drop it in the pond. The resulting explosion would stun the fish, enabling us to "rescue" a few for our jam jars. Made a tidy profit selling the now recovered goldfish to other kids at threpenc

Young whippersnapper. Shouldn't you still be at school? Went to Mundella in 1955. Rev Calder was bossman and Barton Hart was our form master in 3rd form. Alison

What a slack load of buggers. First job after leaving school, I was working before I left school. Ran a kiosk for W H Smith and Sons selling newspapers to early morning commuters on the front of the Midland Station. Used to open up before 6:00am and close by 08:30 am. This was in the mid/late '50's.

Saw this thread and thought - Wow I is an expert on said place in the 1950's. Then realised it was Peveril Street. The one I knew was Peveril Drive, which ran up the side of the Castle Rock into the Park Estate. From 1953 through to 1958 I traversed it every day delivering newspapers. My round started at the white gates that delineated the start of the Estate up to Park Drive and then circling around to the steps that went up to the Rope Walk and then back down to Peveril Drive. Used to love my paper round. Coming from a scruffy tenement house in the Medders and each day getting to

Most of the people I knew down the Estate came from the Medders, and suspect far preferred to shop where they had shopped all their lives. Getting off a bus and shopping at the Central Market wouldn't have occurred to them in a million years. My Uncle and Aunt who had lived on Brierley Street would invariably head to Arkwright Street to get their rations, even after they moved.

Always thought it was weird building the estate before the bridge. The only way to get into the city for shopping before the bridge was complete was to catch the West Bridgeford bus coming from Gotham, get off at Wilford and then walk across the 'apenny bridge and catch a trolley bus up Wilford Road near the Cremorne. Had rellies who accepted a house there before learning about the palaver to go shopping. They was not too impressed.

Mardy - a child much given to crying if said child doesn't get their own way.

So there's this guy standing by his garden gate when the bin lorry drives slowly past. The driver yells out to the guy "where's you bin". The guy by the gate looks all flustered and answers "On me holidays". The driver repeats his call "no you're wheeally bin". The guy by the gate looking even more flustered replies "I've wheally bin in prison but don't tell everyone".

Just remember you're only old when you use your age as an excuse for not doing something.

Down here, Oz, local councils do a "large item" collection once a year. That's old beds, fridges, stoves, etc. which you are required to put out on the verge a few days before. Back in 2002 I had just relocated from Hobart to Sydney, and had been using a local laundrette as I was a bit short and didn't have the cash to buy a washing machine. Returning from work one evening I spotted a washing machine on the verge close to my unit. Quick look over, couldn't see anything of any consequence so had a neighbour help me to shift it into my garage. The next weekend I hooked up a hose to the garden t

Went through this a few years back, when I chose to drop off the radar due to the drama. I currently run 3 forums using phpBB, a freebie. Have far less strife than with proprietary software as it gets lots of community support. Run 2 Linux webservers at home where I am able to test and document upgrades before they go public. Having worked out what needs to be done and their order, successfully, I then take a site down for 24 hours whilst I implement the changes. Just takes a very methodical mind. Alison

As an Aspie (Asperger's) I know exactly how old I am. 72 yrs and 192 days. Which is 72 yrs, 6 mths and 1½ weeks . That includes this year's leap day (Feb 29th).

Had rellies who lived on Cotmanhay Rd way back in the fifties. Name of Pilkington's. They then moved to Blake St?? Have memories of Sunday afternoon post-dinner, walks along the Erewash, probably circa 1955. 'Twere nice it 'twere.

Don't know where this market square bit comes from. We always knew it as Slab Square. Here's an old piccie took by me. Don't ask when !!

Joined the library here when I started at Mundella in 1955. It was on the walk home from school. It was on the corner of Wilford Crescent and Wilford Grove in the Meadows I remember being quite amazed that I could take books home to read, and as long as I returned them by the due date it was free. You had little cardboard "holders" with your name and address on them. The librarian would take a ticket out of a book place it in the the cardboard mini-envelope/holder you would give her which then went into a filing box on the counter, stamp the book with the date it was due back, and hand you