Chulla

Smiffy, You must be as clever as I am! Chulla

Mick, that will be fine - I have an appointment at 10.00am

Whoops. I was reading the real time, not the posting time. Something else I've learned! One of these days I will know everything.

Basfordred. Is Basford in a different time zone to Rise Park? Note my message timed at 09.01 and your response one hour earlier! Either that or you are a mind-reader. Our offspring was born in 1969.

My sister katyjay, who has been researching our family history for some years, recently noticed a co-incidence in family dates. Our dad was born 22 days before the outbreak of World War One, and I, his first son, was born 22 days before the outbreak of World War Two. I then took a deeper look in to it and discovered the following. We three children have the initials AB, DB an KB. Taking the alphabet letters and numbering them as A=1, B=2, C=3, etc, I found that adding the letter together gave a total of 22. To top it off, we lived yards from the No.22 bus terminal.

Photo shows dad and his Sherwood Forester comrades reading the Nottingham Evening Post at Lake Lines camp, Secundrabad, India. He is third left, back row. The Indian in front is the fruit waller. Sadly, none of the letters he sent to mam have survived. Lake Lines was a tank training base. Actually, he was then in the Royal Armoured Corps, but they were allowed the retain the Sherwood Forester shoulder flashes. the tanks were taken off them and they joined Wingate's second expedition as Chindits.

As I appear to have cracked the secret way of including images to a message, those still pulling their hair out trying might find the way I did it useful. I appreciate that there might differences in members' computer set-ups/programmes, and it still might not work. Do the Photobucket bit as outlined in previous messages. When you go into the Nottstalgia thread, and down to the Reply box, click on More Reply Options. This will open a list that has Enable HTML? at its top. If this is not ticked then tick it. Then right click in the Reply box and the necessary lines of info from Photobucket app

Mention of the lovely staircase in the Co-op building, reminds me of the following, which might have some relevance. The landlord of the house we first lived in after we were married, on Hall Street, Sherwood, was a man named Wainman. Years earlier he had kept the grocery store and beer-off on the corner of Hall Street and Mansfield Road. It is now a betting shop. Wainman's father was a master wood carver and his work could be seen all over the shop's frontage. It is mostly covered now and painted blue. I was once told that old Mr Wainman was the designer of the Co-op stairs, but have of

#32. Hey there Jacko, one year ago, You began a poem, but oh so slow, You are it seems stuck for words, So forget butterflies and try the birds.

Another test pic. Christ!! I think I've done it.

#82. Nobody has come up with a reply. Doesn't anyone know? Many of the images in the posts must have originated as camera JPEGs and were posted via Photobucket. A computer savvy friend has converted a couple of my images, but they turn out to small and are not sharp.

She's Gone How empty lies the life not whole, When grief pervades the yearning soul, Devotion now but memory, Gone forever, her from he. Dearly 'twined for many years, Through good times and through the tears, Where love had no known substitute, Joy that none shall e'er dispute. Our time on earth is brief in measure, Find one to love and to treasure, Adore her 'til the very end, And then rejoice 'twas thus, my friend.

A wolf in sheep's clothing, seen in Sorrento last week. Harley Davidson with a Velocette tank.

#69 Compo. Thanks for that. I had sussed that out, but still find it strange. I thought that once planted in the message, the image would remain there. I'm still learning.

Got the picture back! Lesson - don't delete picture from Photobucket.

Ey up, Carni, what are you doing? I started a thread in July in Owt Abaat Nowt where puzzles could be deposited, and now you have started another similar thread. That said, you will probably get the same response as I did to my puzzle - none.

#249 &251. I remember when they pulled down the buildings in #249 and built a bank in their place (now the Bank pub). Someone wrote to the Evening Post and complained that its design was old-fashioned and what the city wanted were modern buildings. Well he got his way a little later when they built the Lloyds office block that has blighted the skyline of the Square ever since.

Educate me! What are skins (apart from a euphemism for French letters), and what is an SWMBO?

Picking up this old thread. Wasn't it the chippy just before you got to the Hippodrome/Gaumont that had a couple of small mirrors on the outside wall - one convex, the other concave, that distorted your image? Memories of the No.1 bus; I have one that is not very nice. Going back to Crane school after going home for dinner, I was just past the terminus when a bus just arriving up the hill ran over a dog. The front wheel made the dog yelp, the back wheel split it open from end to end and all its insides fell out. Not a pretty sight.

There is a depressing photo of Basford and Bulwell station in its death throes in one of the threads - can't locate it. Thought I would post a couple of pictures of how I remember it. Top picture shows 63863, taken from Dobbie Bridge by T G Hepburn, where I began my trainspotting in the late 1940s. The bottom picture, taken by H C Casserley, looks in the opposite direction from the station over-bridge and shows 61281 entering from Daybrook. Dobbie Bridge is in the background.

I hope this works. Ah, the Log Cabin - I used to be part of the furniture there in the late 50s/early 60s. The photo shows the main attraction in those days; Norman Langham on the yellow piano accompanied by Austin Nealon on drums. They were later joined by Colin? on guitar. Those whowent there might remember that he always finished the night with an extended version of Giddy-up-a ding-dong. Norman used to play at the Robinsons Hill Club and the King Billy, both in Bulwell.

Ey-up - I have posted an image!!! I ticked the enable HTML box. Should this have been done for past attempts?

Are the shops any busier at that time of the year? - I've never noticed.

The Wheatsheaf at Bobbers Mill was built in 1938/1939. At this time my dad worked for the firm that decorated it. Each room had lights that were a glass globe suspended from the ceiling by a chromed tube. There was one left over after completion and dad obtained it and had an amber-coloured glass halo made, which transformed the globe into a likeness of the planet Saturn. Very, very Art Deco (dad was into that style). I have the lighting fixture and am open to offers - it is unique, there is only one of them!

Just found this thread and would like to join in. I was diagnosed with prostate cancer last January. I had always had a waterworks problem since when I was young, so ignored what I now know were the signs of PC, thinking it was getting worse with age (74). When it did not go away I reluctantly went to see the doctor, who shoved his finger up my rear-end and said he thought it was PC and sent me for a blood test to check something called my PSA. It was 197. On to the urology department at the City (Mr Walton) who snipped bits out of the prostate - which he said was as big a grapefruit - and sen