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Thanks Rog for the actual date. On the 18th March I will be walking across the Sydney Harbour Bridge to help celebrates it's 75th anniversary. And on the 19th March I will attempt to cross the harbour in a tin bath to celebrate the 60th anniversary of the Nottingham Floods. Given that my Dad pulled the tin bath last time, with my sister and myself in it, I would appreciate any suggestions as to how I should propel the bath in an acceptable manner so as to adequately commemorate the occasion. Hugs Alison

I left Nottingham for the Royal Air Force in 1960, straight out of school. That gave me the wander bug. Ended up in Oz in 1970. Always had a hankering to go back and settle there. Most recent visits in 1994 and 1999. In '94 lived for the year in Towcester, and in '99 lived for six months in Stapleford and Beeston. But to be honest there were just so many people. Especially in Nottingham. In '99, early one afternoon I walked across Slab Square, and seemed to be jostled by people every step of the way. It was just solid people. And to the best of my knowledge there was nothing special on that

Reading through many of the older messages there would seem to be quite a lot of us down here - hanging on with our toes so we don't fall off. Perhaps we could have a Notts reunion sometime. I live in Sydney, but could travel. Hugs Alison

Since when did it become Mundella. We always referred to it as Monkeydella. 1G - Mr Warner 2G - Mrs Bates 3G - Mr Hart 4LA - Mr Hawkesworth 5LS - Mr Hawkesworth As scribbled in my Gideons New Testament. Copies distributed to the class in December 1957. Hugs Alison

I was reliably informed by my brother that the lions were supposed to roar whenever a virgin passed by. He, and is school mates, spent hours sitting there waiting for it to happen. <giggle> Hugs Alison

Not sure about that luv. My Dad always used to threaten me that if I didn't get better reports at school he would have me in overalls cleaning out the boilers for a job. Once taking me up there to show me. There was a big shed where they were doing loco maintenance off Wilford Road. This would have been round about 1957. Hugs Alison

Good on yer Roger. Meadows people, before they tore it all down, were the salt of the earth. The community spirit was unbelievable. No airs and graces there. Dinner, or tea as we called it then, was often two thick slices of bread with dripping, a shilling bag of chips - shared between six kids and parents, still hot so they melted the dripping. That was heaven a chip butty. And if we had visitors, more often than not neighbours kids, then it was a one and six bag of chips to go round. If there were older visitors of an evening, then me Mam would go down to the off-licence with a jug. They w

Mind you the canal had it's own smell, too. I used to cross the top of Queen's Drive and then there was ramp down to the canal, and walk along it to Wilford Road. Sometimes going under the bridge to play on the locks. "Look Mam, no hands" as we balanced across the lock gates. There was a youngster, one of our group called John something or other, who lived across the street. I think it was in the mid fifties they fished him out of the canal. He had fallen in and drowned. The amount of oil on top of the water, he probably was poisoned before he drowned. There use to be this big building alon

PPS. That wasn't an air rifle. It was the real thing, with real bullets.

Talking about train and things. There used to be a huge shunting yard off Wilford Road. My Dad was Train Guard, and I regularly walked there with him up Traffic Street. Every so often he would be rostered on a passenger train, and would always wear his best uniform, white shirt and black tie on those occasions. In the mid-late fifties they had an indoor .22 rifle range there, which he introduced me to. There was non of the drama you get these days. After finishing my paper-round in the evening, I would go there, call in at one of the offices and collect a rifle, the keys and buy some ammo,

!rotfl! Me bruvver-in-law who worked down pit, reckons they had a big cork which they stuck in top to keep water out. That was Clifton pit too. He don't know date either - thinks its's probably Spring '47. Could be Feb or March sometime. Hugs Alison

Anyone have date of the Greeat Flood of '47. Must be coming up to 60 year since. When they build the Meadows, they enclosed the River Lean in a tunnel. Or so I heard tell. It was supposed to flow under top end of Summers Street. There were steps down to the backyards of some houses just down from Arkwright Street, and it used to flood there regular. But Greeat Flood was something very different. My sister has a photo of me Dad pushing her and meself in a tin bath out from alleyway that lead to our backyard. He was up to his waist in water. Hugs Alison (\__/) (='.'=) (")_(") This is B

When we went to Cleethorpes for the day, we would catch a train from the Midland Station (LMS) to Lincoln. Then change stations for the LNER line to Grimsby. The smell as you arrived in Grimsby was horrendous. All the fish goods wagons were queued up for loading at the fish docks. Then on to Cleethorpes. Who remembers Grimsby fish docks from their days at the seaside ? Hugs Alison

Where's you Caz ? I just got my brolly wet for the first time in what feels like years. Mind you Oz is in the middle of a major drought. Hugs Alison

If you were out too late, then you were a "dirty stopout". Hugs