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  1. It's amazing how much interest you've shown; thanks to all of you. I rarely have all this time free to play with Google Earth but thanks to you lot I found out about street view and have been thoroughly enjoying myself all morning. I might even have identified the spot. Yes, I could apply for a birth certificate but living abroad makes it a bit of a hassle. From what I read on their website, it seems possible to make email enquiries with the Nottinghamshire Archives so I sent them a short missive asking for help. I'll let you know how I get on. Nice weekend to everyone. Robert
  2. I have never questioned what Mum told me (not in these matters at least!) so for the last 50+ years I have been quite convinced I was born at number six hundred and thirty-something Sherwood Rise. It was when I asked her if we could go to see the house that she told me it wasn't there any more but that there was a Tesco in its place. I suppose Tesco could have been a synonym for supermarket, like 'Hoover' for vacuum cleaner or 'Bendix' for launderette. The concept of supermarket was pretty new at the time. Looking at Google Earth for clues, it seems quite possible that Sherwood Rise doesn't get as far as number 600 - although it is a fairly long road - but how about nearby roads? Could it have been 630 Nottingham Road, Sherwood Rise? Probably not because number 600 would be at the other end, far away from Sherwood Rise, so I'm back at square one. I had to ask for a copy of my birth certificate once, possibly when I got married, and I'm sure it had the address on it though I didn't check what it was, having no reason to. Even if I ask for another one, it won't have a Google placemark on it...I don't have anything else to go on. Robert
  3. When I was a kid, Mum told me they had built a Tesco supermarket on the spot where I was born. I was a kid many years ago so the store might have changed hands many times since then but could anyone direct me to the spot in Google Earth? It would have been around 600 on Sherwood Rise in the mid-50's and a Tesco in the early 60's. It suppose it might even be a Tesco still today. Thanks to anyone who can help. Robert
  4. I remember the song going like this: We come along on Saturday morning, Greeting everybody with a smile. We come along on Saturday mornng, Knowing it's all worthwhile. As members of the GB club we all intend to be, Good citizens when we grow up and members of the Free. We come along on Saturday morning, Greeting everybody with a smile, Smile, SMILE, Greeting everybody with a smile Robert
  5. Sorry... Clearly I need to learn how to do this properly. The uploader now says I can attach up to 2MB but it refuses a 23K GIF file and identifies it as being 89.26K... I'd appreciate some help here ...
  6. My mobile 'phone was already antiquated when Noah got afloat so these photographs are not the best you can get but they're the best I could do... Trolley buses were brought back into service in this area about four years ago but given the topography of the area, no routes run inland but only along the coast. In the bigger cities they use the articulated models and in Nice, which is the closest major city if we exclude Monte-Carlo, they have just finished a light railway similar to that Mick shows us a few posts up except that the carriages are really jumbo by comparison. In Milan and Turin, that are also close by, they still have trams and although a lot of new rolling stock has been introduced, it is still common occurrence that some really old models are put out. In most cities, a bus ticket is valid on all routes for ninety minutes starting from when you get on and it costs about 75p. I'm not sure how I could get all five photographs to total no more than 50k so I'll upload them one at a time. I guess there's a secret to learn here considering how Firbeck uploaded five in one go and they're a lot bigger than mine are... Have a nice Sunday everyone. Robert
  7. These are the autographs of the last driver and conducter of the last trolleybus in public service, they don't appear to tally with the names given by Robert. This is the special ticket that they signed:- Wow. You had me in tears there. You have more mum-related stuff than I do! I had a whole wad of those tickets and not one survives. I should have remembered conductress (Pauline Marion) PM Bertins 4377 (you need only check my email address to get it) - I said Corbett because that was Mum's maiden name and she was divorced at the time. About the driver ... Heinz was her regular mate, could be that he was not around any longer at that time; it's a long time ago and I don't honestly remember. I don't recognize the name on the commemorative ticket. If you have anything I can download for my scrapbook, anything that concerns my poor old Mum, I'd be grateful. Cheers! Robert
  8. Thanks. It's nice to get noticed. !! Yes, Bordighera is correct.
  9. Someone I know's Dad was last driver of that bus, a Mr Farnsworth, I think it was a no.36) You're dead right about the number but the name is most certainly wrong. The driver was Heinz Seifert and the conductress was Pauline Corbett. The last ride got into Parliament street bus depot at about twenty past midnight and although we hadn't been allowed to ride together with mum, my brother and I were still up when she got home. I'd never waited up for her finishing lates and was lucky if I got to see her when she finished splits so I remember the event for that reason as well. Soon afterwards, they had a special run for the Mayor and other corporation officials. Could it be that Mr Farnsworth drove that one? Cheers all. Robert
  10. Personally, I think the guy must've been nuts, but he apparently didn't feel pain! Could have been Gerry..? My Mum's ex went through this spell where he'd do everything the great Kabhula did and 'terrified' us kids with these nails through his tongue, swallowing lit cigarettes and fireballs not to mention the pins and needles he'd stick here and there. "Mind over Matter" he called it. Mum agreed with you - he was bonkers and I know he didn't feel pain (got bonked on the head...) or the opposite of pain, but that's another story. Robert
  11. This topic has been moved here by a Forum Moderator Well, well. I just walked in here looking for memory jolts and what do I find? You're talking about me mum! Pauline was the last conductress of a public service trolley bus in Nottingham, she was on lates and did the last journey on the 79 I think it was. Is that the one that got all the Players workers at one end of the route and all the schoolkids at the other? She did that route for years. They did a commemorative run a few days later but mum wasn't invited and all she got was a bunch of souvenir tickets tied with a laggy band. I've no idea where mine went but if anyone had a scan of one, that would make me really happy. Mum died about four years ago, burned to death in the house. Sad. We lived down the Meadows for a long time. Brierley Street till it got knocked down then Mabel Terrace. I went to Trent Bridge for a few months in my last year and the only memory I may have left would be when I fell off the stage while taking a bow at the end of the school plays. I'd scolded my foot a few days earlier and it was bandaged up like a rugby ball. The last play was all about wallpeper paste and it was ever so slippy up there. The other kids laughed their heads off. I remember cycling back home that afternoon across the disused railway bridge using just my left foot. I had a walking stick to use as a balancing pole because it wasn't easy to stay upright with one foot sticking out sideways with a bloated bandaged ball where the shoe should have been. Oh yes, someone else might remember me as his mate that went smoking behind the pillars of the railway bridge in a fibre glass canoe that we'd made in the workshop. The PE teacher saw the clouds of smoke billowing out from behind the pillar and he paddled towards us but we'd thrown the dog end away already so he didn't actually catch us. I've had plenty of cane and strap in my time. Does anyone remember me from Welbeck Juniors? I got six strokes in front of the whole class because my mother had split up with her man and he was a bully so she was afraid he'd follow me home to see where we lived. That meant I stayed at home for more than a month and mum wouldn't give me a note for the headmaster so I got caned for playing truant. I have to say that was the biggest injustice I ever suffered in my life and in the years that followed I got my own back by really playing truant for weeks at a time. And I swear my education benefitted enormously. You'd catch me in the Arboretum reading books I'd bought from that tiny shop on Mansfield Road or in the central library, the Castle, Wollaton Park, anywhere I could learn without teachers and canes. Oops, rambled ona bit didn't I? OK, time to go, take care all of you. Robert