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Dick Warren, yes. How about Mr. E. De Courtney-Wellum, known as "Wishbone" after the cook in the "Rawhide" TV cowboy series. Mick Burns, Mr. Sturtivant, Mr Mander (metalwork, I think). Mr Owen, physics, who had a lovely lilting Welsh accent, There was Mike Smith took Latin which I did for 6 years. I can now read the back of a coin or an archbishops tombstone. I've never forgiven Julius Caesar for writing " Caesar's Gallic Wars", the bane of my years in the Latin class at Fairham.

Before Clifton Bridge was built they could only use low-headroom buses to Clifton because of the Great Central railway bridge on Wilford Lane. And the bridge figured on the badge of my old school, Fairham.

Fairham Comp. Clifton: Good (if not plain excellent) teachers were Frank Mulaney, maths; Bill Chapman, French; Dennis Allen, English; Eric Bates, Chemistry. The latter was a sod if crossed, but a very good teacher. All 1959-66

He was an' all. I can remember him although I was only 10 when we moved away. We used to go for tea sometimes and then play in the back garden. He always said there were caves underneath his house that lead to the castle. Caves, almost certainly, at least a cellar or two, but to the castle? Unlikely. His dad was Sam Blower, born in Staffs. but came to Nottingham to work at Radford pit, via Swannick pit in Derbys. Sam was 87 when he died, and for someone born in 1845 that was a good age. But even then he didn't just die he was poisoned! He was living with his daughter at 66 Norwood Rd,

1953 At Forster Street School. The teacher, I believe, was Mrs. Holmes. I am the innocent looking chap third from left on the middle row. I had hair back then!

That's my Uncle Ted (really my great-great-Uncle) with his sisters. My great-grandmother is second from left bottom row. They all lived to a ripe old age, the youngest dying at 89, the oldest at 99 and 11 months.

That's me uncle Ted! He usually wore a bowler hat and I never saw him without his weskit. Thanks very much for that. I'm off to look at the others now.

I was born on Harrisons Row which is off St. Peters Street down at the right-hand side of The Plough Inn. My dad used to deliver beer there when he worked for Tennants. 14 cottages together with just 7 toilets at the end outside number 14. No bathroom, the bath hung on a nail outside the back door for use on a Friday night. Our garden backed onto the river Leen where I learned to swim. Not a good idea as it was often full of oil and burned bus tickets from Skills bus depot 100 yards away. Opposite Skills bus depot was the old debtors prison on St. Peters Street where my great-uncle Ted

Sorry to bump this thread a bit, but I've just joined the forum. I went to Fairham from 1959 - 1966. I was in Fleming House under Mr. Hind, a very kind man and a good teacher. I was in Fa, tutor Mr. Bradstock then Fe with Mr Penchion who played a saxophone in a band. Sir Alexander Fleming was dead by then but I met his wife, Lady Fleming, when she came to the school. Maths was Frank Mulaney, again an excellent teacher. For one year we had 'Mabel' Thorpe instead and he was not so good. Doc Chapman for French, Mr. Baron geography, Sid Bolton for PE, he was a swine. Mr. Merrit for Hist

My driving instructor was Mr. Scrimshaw who lived on Summerwood Lane at Clifton. This would be in the late 60's He also had a Vauxhall Viva. He used to carry a piece of wood in his hand and if you mucked up a gear change he'd crack your knuckles with the wood, saying "Oy, that's my gearbox in there". I passed second attempt at West Bridgford.

Perhaps unusually for a newbie I've replied to a couple of posts before introducing myself. My name's Derek, born just off St. Peters Street, Radford in 1948. Moved to Clifton 1959 when the old place was demolished. Went to Fairham Comprehensive School of which I have fond memories. It was the year after the school had first opened and was a very good school. Then worked at Walker, Walton and Hanson estate agents, and a couple of other minor jobs before ending up at Plessey at Beeston for 25 years. Made redundant (like thousands of others) by them, worked for myself for 12 years. I've

Carni, exactly!

As a child of ten in 1958 I was in the old Children's Hospital. A beautiful building. I had rheumatic fever and was in Princess Mary ward for two months. I can even remember Sister Scott and Staff Nurse Lovell. After two months I was sent to a convalescent home in Kirk Hallam, Derbyshire.

Peel Street for sure. My son was born there in August 1971. The hospital is no longer there. When I last passed there, maybe 13 years ago, it was a block of appartments and a pub. The pub was called "The Gooseberry Bush". Anyone from Nottingham should know why.

Johnny 'Black' Kwango, Masumbula who came in with a leopard skin over his shoulders, the comedian Les Kellet, Oddjob with his bowler hat. All these and many more as mentioned above at the Victoria Baths 50 years ago.