BryanC
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I went to the General twice. Once to have my tonsils out and I too remember the ice cream and jelly.The second time with work, shortly before the tower was demolished and out of morbid curiosity we all went upto the theatres near the top and I remember seeing green Formica everywhere. ( green lessens the visual impact of red if you want to know ).
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...and when you get to the top, a timber framed restaurant called Severn's which was relocated onto Castle gate when Broadmarsh started. I once ate there, shortly before it closed, so I make that about 52 - 53 years ago.
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I'm surprised nobody has yet mentioned the palace of Victorian plumbing, ceramic and glass which served the Embankment and lost when the Town Arms AKA The Riverbank extended. I seem to remember long rows of polished brass and white porcelain.
Outside was an important bus stop and waiting area where the trolley bus turned round to go back into Nottingham.
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Thanks Cliff ton for a quick reply.
Wow - that's the spot exactly and that's the offie!
Photo taken 5 yards from my wife's ( g/f then ) front door right behind the photographer.
Carry on up the road and there was the barbers half way up....' anything for the weekend sir ?...'
Sammy Perkins lived across the road.
I did my courting for at least 5 - 6 years walking down that street before they were rehoused on the new Crescent and many a time, I had to sprint up there to get my last bus home on London Rd opposite Ryehill St.
It all floods back.... the scullery kitchen one step down from the back room, the outside toilet at the bottom of the yard - we had a couple of candles in there when it was freezing, and I remember the Father I/L pointing out the mark on the wall where the 1947 floods reached.
The picture just misses the lamp post on the nearer corner which in a way contributed to us deciding to get engaged.
Thanks again - I'll go to bed tonight with a happy smile.
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That's a great picture and less blurred than my memory.
If I remember correctly, the petrol pumps were in front of the hoarding, and carrying on up Arkwright St on the same side, I remember Pete's chippie,a pram shop ( and then Horsburgh's outfitters and carpets ? )
Was that Kirkby St just going out of the picture at the top, and the trees on Arkwright St were the Church?
.....and perhaps the New Bridge PH where the white building is bottom left.
Great days and happy times.
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Corner shops - they were on every street corner in my day.
My lady lived in a terrace house on Kirkby Street in the Meadows and close by there were two corner shops where Bunbury St joined it, about half way down. One was the Offie where I'd go to fetch the father in law a bottle of Shipstones Brown. That would be about 50 years ago by my reckoning.
I remember going in there - on the counter they had a copper spillage tray with a lid full of holes for 'dispensing' draught ales ( if you took your own bottle ), and I remember the guy holding his hand out for the money and he had 'Thankyou' tattooed on his palm.
The last time I walked down there, the houses had gone, a primary school stands where I used to say goodnight to my sweet-heart but it all came flooding back.
Great times.
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I'm a bit late coming to this party, but Yes, I remember the parties in the 60's. Our 'gang' always met up in the Bell back room most Saturday nights, and inevitably the word went round that a party was planned on....the one I remember especially was on Forest Road, so nearing closing time we used to get tooled up from the Yates' offie on Market Street and set off loaded with bottles of Australian White, 7/6d a bottle, or Party 7's which we knick-named 'depth charges' for obvious reasons. You soon found the house listening out for the loud music and people hanging out of upstairs windows and entry gained. Coats off, thrown in a pile on a convenient bed, and let the party commence. Naturally we avoided the Yates wine as it seemed to be especially quick acting !
What amused me was that at the party, you saw the same people that you had previously been with in the Bell, other groups who you didn't really know, just nodding acquaintances, but you knew you were always in good company, like minded people, there was never any trouble and it was safe, even when you were poured out in the early hours the following morning, sometimes with just the church-goers getting up.
Great days. I still raise a smile when I go in the Bell for a swifty and think back but it just ain't right with the bar on the other side, and bouncers - well, we didn't need them in our day. Mrs Jackson let me have the upstairs room for my 21st all those years ago.
Happy memories, still rocking and trying to stay cool....
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Sad News indeed.
I told my mate in Oz who was in the group scene at that time and he mentioned this website for memories.
Apologies if you already know it but it brought back memories for me including the picture of Jack Bentalls music shop next to the Theatre Royal. Enjoy.
Stay Cool...and keep rocking.
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Gonna throw two in here :
St Patricks Community Centre behind Sam Ward's garage on London Road.
As a young architect aged 18, I helped design it, saw it built and then knocked down again.
Traces of the quarry tile floor were still visible when I last looked.
Severn's restaurant, now the Lace museum. Was taken for a meal when it stood at the top of Drury Hill ( thanks for those photos, I could even smell the atmosphere when saw them ), and technically I suppose it was demolished but re-erected by the Castle now.
Great days......
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Anybody mention 'The Chequered Flag'.
I have a feeling it was the usual sliding glass doors car showroom which were replaced by the Hong Kong restaurant.
As a lad, I parked my Carlton racing bike ( bought from Andy Bones of course ) against the wall, pressed my nose against the glass and looked at the TR3s and Austin Healeys.
You needed string backed driving gloves and a flat hat to go in there.
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Wow - those are quick replies, This is a lively forum.
No, I was a little squit in those days, not really close in the circles we are talking about, and we are talking 50 years ago. My memory cells have seen too many beef burgers to be sure about the Goldie but the Manx made an impression on me.
B.
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I'll add my three pen'th to the Aces boys memories. It took 45 years before I got my bike licence, but I loved those old machines that turned up at Santa Fe youth club. I'm going back to '63 or thereabouts.
I suppose Kingstons was the place to shop near Broad Marsh.
I remember a little guy called Kenny who rode a 500cc Gold Star but in a short space of time he swapped to a road going Manx Norton racer. I still remember him rocking side to side to get his toes down cos the bike was too big for him, but what a great noise.
I also remember 'Pete' who took me on the back of his 1000cc Vincent Rapide just once but never forgot that experience.
And two brothers, Andy and (?) from Kirke White Street. Andy rode a Triton while his brother had a Bonneville - i think pale blue tanks were 1961 ish, with a front wheel enveloping Dustbin fairing.
And of course Thunderbirds, Gold Flashes, A7's, Dominators, Tiger 100s, Speed twins by the dozen.
I bumped into Andy about 7 - 8 years ago on a building site in Clifton and we had a few happy moments reminiscing.
Until you passed your test, there was a brisk trade in ex GPO Bantams and the next step up was a BSA C15 250cc.
The challenge in those days was to do the 'ton' along the University Boulevard - there was a coffee bar in Beeston High Street, and the other challenge was to take the Wilford Hill corner flat out,sometimes going up, and sometimes going down. the original road is inset, so a bit tighter on the curve than the road we see today.
I don't seem to recall any major accidents - there must have been, but we lived in optimistic times looking to the future.
Stay Cool.
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Yep - I stand corrected. It was called Santa Fe but I don't remember the steps, it was just one big black corrugated iron shed. I think the DJ was the only guy who was half a level up. Twin record decks too.
Obviously it was St Faiths next door where I tied the knot.
Was it the youth club on Thursday and Saturday nights ? I brought my Bread and Lard mates down and many a romance began there.
The nice ladies went to Trent Bridge Girls school. Katie Gay from off Woolmer Road and Linda Davenport from off the Crescent, I wonder if they are reading this ?. Oh happy days.
I certainly didn't go to the Carousel Club on the Crescent, but if I see a twinkle in your eye, think I encountered the same Amber Vandella at a Newark Rugby Club 'Choir-boys' supper. Ahem...but it couldn't have been the same person cos when I saw that one, she had no clothes on !
My wife, Michelle ( RIP 2009 ) lived on Kirkby Street and I used to run for the last Barton bus home to Ryehill Street and London Road. On Kirkby Street there was the barber ( 'anything for the weekend sir - err no, cos that's my future father in law in the next chair' ) and the Beer Offie on the corner of Bunbury Street, where the guy behind the counter did Shippo's nut brown in quart bottles, served with the perforated copper counter tray, and when you gave him the money, his out-stetched palm was tattooed 'Thankyou'. My mother in law, Nellie, said he was 'batchy' in the head !' Thats a Nottingham expression for you.
My Father in Law, Fred threw a pretty mean dart at the New Bridge Inn. He was a lorry driver so never went mid-week, but when free at weekends made up for lost time and loved his Shippo's. There was a few times I had to go and find him to say dinner was on the table.
He was one of the first rehoused onto Hobart Crescent in the new houses - at last we said goodbye to the out-house loo with candles in winter to try to keep the pan from freezing.
I went back a couple of years ago and the Primary School now stands where I enjoyed those moments of passion saying goodbye each night. I admit there was a tear in my eye, partly from sadness and mainly from the good memories I carry with me.
Me and 'Shell' saved hard to move out, and we used to trudge the streets while courting, holding hands and the whole of the meadows was our evening walk.
it was a great big family in those days, and they adopted me as an outsider, such that I still see old acquaintances from nearly 50 years ago who remain friends to this day.
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Anybody remember St Faiths Youth Club round about 1963.
Fantastic sound system and dancing around handbags. Gene Pitney, Everlys, Elvis and all the rest.
I met my dear beloved from Kirkby St. there and married next door 9 years later.
...and the motorbikes racing up past the bus garages to Trent Bridge.
An era,
Don't get me started.
Andy Bones
Chequered Flag
The New Bridge Inn
and Godfrey Winn on the radio saying ' Crocus Street, the Meadows - what a delightful address !'
B.
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Frances Watts
in Trent Bridge Schools (Where are they now?).
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Yes - I think I remember Frances - I seem to think she was a friend or in the same class as my wife, Michelle Green 5/6/48 - 8/4/09.
We were all a big community that used to go to St Faiths on Thursday and Saturday nights, Katy Gay and Linda Davenport are names that stir memories roundabout that time.