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Well remember the Woolies on Listergate. Also remember in the early fifties seeing a branch in the centre of Derby, I think we were enroute to Blackpool possibly changing trains there, not sure. I remember pointing it out to my parents, stating words to the effect "Wow, they've got a Woolworth's here as well". Obviously under the impression that the only one in the world was our shop in Nottingham. Couldn't have been more than six or seven at the time. Been racking my brain all morning and can't for the life of me think of what we were doing in Derby. Travelled everywhere by train then, Dad

No mention of Radio Luxemborg. They used to belt out some power as all you needed was a coil and capacitor for tuning, and a cats whisker diode to listen at night in Nottingham. Picked up an army surplus headset from the shop on Carrington Street - remember them, the tunable vane capacitor came out of a WWII radio and wound the coil myself from instructions in a radio magazine. Before the pirates Radio Luxemborg was the bees knees. There was an American forces radio station located in Germany somewhere that was pretty good too.

Our telly was much better than my Gran's first telly. Hers had a little screen with a big magnifying glass mounted on a stand in front. Used to dash home from school at lunch to watch Emergency Ward 10 on ours. And in the evening Dixon of Dock Green "Evening all", and Sunday night at the Palladium.

Yeh!!!! The first one was our chippie. Also mentions "At the end of the row is the Queens Hotel. Just before the hotel is W Hames & Sons Ltd., television and radio suppliers. William Hames had occupied these premises since at least 1941". That's who we bought our first telly off. We had cable TV then. There was a brown bakelite box with a rotary switch mounted just inside the front room window and a cable that went to the telly. The rotary switch selected the channel. You can see the cable and it's junction boxes just below the first floor windows on this picture. It was run by Redifusio

Where the 'orses 'ed is was our street. And on the corner was one of the best chippies for miles. The opposite corner was Hobart's industrial catering equipment shop we have spoken about previously.

Where did this "St Ann's Allotments" bit come from? They were Hungerhill Rd allotments when I was a regular visitor, sixty years ago. Yup. Checked with me relies, we first got ours late 1952, when I was nearly nine. Just measured it, it was fair hop to our place - 3kms, pushing a barrow full of fresh produce, and I were oldest at 9. Me Dad used to grow all sorts of things. First time I ever tasted loganberries, and fresh baby runner beans picked off the vine and straight into mouth. Tried growing taties, reckon he would have needed five allotments to keep up with the way we got through spuds.

I lived just around the corner on Summers Street in the 1940's and 50's, and the Queens was like that back then.

Remember the gas works on London Road. We would walk down Queens Road along side the station, and then across London road to fill a barrow with coke. There were a couple of big gasometers there if I remember correctly.

Carni, you didn't get to wear your Sunday best and go to Sunday School? Tut. We used to go to Castlegate Congregational Church, often taking a short cut through the "bombed buildings" on Listergate in defiance of our parents strict orders not to.

Idly wandering around Nottingham on Google Earth and I found where we had an allotment. It was off St Anns Well Road, some distance up to the left coming from Slab Square direction. They were known in the early '50's as Hungerhill Rd Allotments. I specifically remember walking up there in late Autumn with a tea chest on a set of pram wheels and frame, where we would fill the chest with apples and pears. We had four or five fruit trees on the allotment which always hads lots of fruit. We used to pass a large fresh produce market on the way back. Vague suspicion they were Sneinton markets, but

Fried jam sandwiches - magic. You did a normal jam sandwich with a couple of doorsteps, spread with butter and a thick coating of jam. Then you dipped them in batter and deep fried them. Normally the batter was left over from cooking fish. Sounds simple, but wow weren't they yummy. Had to be eaten hot.

Haven't had a half-way decent English breakfast in a long time. It's all this trying to be bl**dy healthy - it's bad for you. Reminds me of the two English girls, Tina Smith and Marge Harris, working in the Vatican kitchens. First day on the job for the new Pope, so they send up a message to his chambers asking if he would like a full English breakfast. The message that came back was: "Don't fry for me, Marge and Tina".

Well I'll go to the bottom of our stairs. It is still there. Had a look using google earth street view. I thought that whole of the Medders had been flattened, and rebuilt, but there are still bits around - magic. My photo goes back some 46 years - 1967. Never thought to take a wander around using GE street view. Used it a lot of other places where I have lived, but never previously back in the Medders. WOW.

The factory back left of this photograph, next to the church, may be the place you are talking about. It's taken from Queens Drive looking across the reccie. I believe the church was St Georges on Kirkwhite Street.

Posted a link to this in the Mundella School area, but thought it would be worth posting here to. It was my favourite stopping place enroute home from school. The public library on the corner of Wilford Grove and Wilford Crescent, in that center of excellence - The Medders.. Haven't had any "Wow, I remember that"'s yet. I was definitely not the only person who lived in the area. There wuz thousands.

Becket were our arch enemies. We use to do cross-country runs, round passed the Memo gardens, across Spenii and then turned right along the path passed Becket. Where we would throw anything that came to hand over their fence. Then along to a new school just recently built, names on the tip of my tongue - Deering perhaps?? Had a look on google earth for the library, look like it's long gone, along with all the surrounding streets. Didn't the whole of the Medders get flattened ?

I think that should be "Alms" Houses not Arms. Most of these forums normally allow you to edit your contributions, but there seems to be a time limit on doing so here. C'est la vie.

Very interested in this photo. Used to catch a 43 Trolley bus on a regular basis. Between Canal Street and Listergate on the left of Carrington Street was a boarded up area then known as the "Arms Houses". I think this photo shows the top end of it. Recollect sitting on an Uncle's shoulders watching an army parade up Carrington Street standing in front of the boarded up area. I believe the parade was that of the Sherwood Foresters returning from WWII - mid-late forties. I was ever so little then. There was also a short-cut that went between, what later became Woolworth's, and Castlegate kno

What an abhorrent question. Wash your mouth out immediately with carbolic. Currently of the age when decades run into each other, so not sure when I took these. Those of a weak disposition, and who believed that Mundella Grammar School represented the absolute peak of British educational establishments should now look away. Sad sob, sob. Mundella boarded up and waiting demolition. I must have spent thousands of my childhood hours here - the public library on the corner of Wilford Grove and Wilford Crescent, walking back home from school. Worzel Gummidge where are you now when I need you

As to the reference as to how old I was - I first attended Queens Walk Primary School in 1949. This is the Reccie - for the pedantic recreational area, to the left of the school in previous. Us kids used to get up to lots of mischief there. Top right there was creche for littlies. Top left was St Georges Church?? on Kirkwhite Street, and behind the hedge middle left were a couple of lawn bowls greens. I am sure there are millions of Slab Square, but here's another circa 1967. Definitely '67, as I came back from the Gulf in March '67 and by January '68 had sold all my cameras to raise the c

Pulled back the cardboard in the box and found another slide. Apologies for the condition. It's a photo of, what was then, Queens Walk Primary and Junior Schools. The primary school entrance was on Brierley St, and the junior on Kinglake St. Went to both before Mundella. Queens Bridge Road was a bit like a service road that ran parallel to Queens Drive. The building behind the Beetle was probably one of Jesse Boot's first factories - on the corner of Kinglake Street and Queens Bridge Road. At some point in time the schools were renamed Welbeck Primary and Junior Schools. That's before they p

Sure did. Not only that was dragged up in the house with the marooney colour front, above the mini's left wing mirror. The shop was run by the Parry's, then next door were the Luptons, then us, then the Tootins. Advantage of the cobbled streets was that you could have a bonfire on November the 5th without melting the bitumen. One bonfire night it got a bit close to the Parry's shop and caused all their windows to crack. They weren't too impressed. The Luptons kept ferrets and used to throw an occasional rabbit over the back fence. Used to walk down Queens Drive, cross 'Apenny bridge, and then

You're right, I am fairly certain Hobart's were on the corner of Summers Street and Arkwright Street, top right heading up. Windows full of industrial catering machinery. Used to be a really good chippy on the opposite corner. Couldn't have been August 1966 Trevor S, as I was down the Gulf with the RAF then. Didn't get back until round about Easter 1967. :smile: We'll Be Friends Until We Are Old and Senile. Then We'll Be NEW Friends! One of the advantages of Alzheimers is that you get to hide your own Easter eggs.

Watching the box a short while ago, they were running an episode of "Railway Walks" in which a "Julia Bradbury takes a series of walks following the old tracks of Britain's lost rail empire". This episode was along part of a disused track on the old Manchester/Nottingham LMS route, and the name Darley Dale cropped up. Darley Dale brought back memories of the Ramblers Specials that used to run from the Midland Station on Arkwright Street up to the Derbyshire dales most Sunday mornings in the late fifties. With the money earned from me paper round I used to take off, aged 13-14, on me own, and

Yes, late '60's would make sense. Heavy into photography then, and had just returned from overseas with the RAF, complete with new duty-free Pentax. The cars in the photo have just six digit number plates. Didn't they go to seven digits in the late '60's?