Chulla

Our mam worked at Burtons during the war - back end of the war, I think. I recall her mentioning Grice the manager. Katyjay. Click on Like This to see if it registers in the notifications.

The last alert (red box with a number in it) I received was on 14th, from LizzieM. Have not received another since, but there might not have been one. However, when I checked My Settings / Notification Option, the Notify me when someone 'Likes' my post, and the Notify me of comments made on my posts, both had boxes that were unticked. Attempts to place a tick in them failed, but a tick could be put in the equivalent email boxes. Anyone know what is happening? This message does not have the Like This tick tab.

B is for its beauty, out of six give seven, U, it's undeniably, a residential heaven. L tells us let's live there, with the intelligentsia, W is the wonder, that always overwhelms yer. E for expectations, it never lets you down, L is for the mighty Leen, it flows right through the town. L again for lovely place, please excuse my mirth, Together they spell Bulwell, a paradise on earth. Well, Albert Brown liked it!

The emblem of Toc H (the World War One phonetic alphabet for the letters TH = Talbot House) was a lamp - a teacher at Crane School had such a badge on his lapel. Obviously the emblem did not have a flame, hence the lamp being dim.

I don't know whether this is the right thread, but here's something that is really weird and wonderful; and true. Years ago I knew a man at RR Hucknall, where I worked, named Bill, in his sixties. He told me a story of when he was a little lad and was taken to see his grandma, who was not well. He and his mother went into the bedroom where they saw grandma sitting up in bed. Next to her was granddad, who also wasn't very well. After a while Bill left the room and began to walk down the stairs. As he did so the front door opened and in walked his aunt. She said to him " Have you been to see gr

#16 PROPERLY, PROPERLY! not proper! Thync befour yew right.

My first poem, about the destruction of buildings in Nottingham, was in the Demolished Memories thread back in June. I said that it was one of only two that I had written, and had put them away. The other one, written over twenty years ago, is reproduced below. I have no idea what prompted me to write it, but it was obviously in one of my soppy moments - I get them from time to time! Suki Murden Suki Murden, lovely girl, Brown in eye, hair acurl. Cheeks in bloom, loves to peep, Gingham dress, dimple deep. Started school, doing well, She's

Mary. It is highly unlikely that you will find out much about your namesake. The parish records for that church - held at the Nottingham Archives on microfilm and the actual registers - should tell you who her parents were, when she was born and when she died. This line of enquiry is OK if she was born with the name Marlow and never married. There will be no death certificate. If she married, the Marriage Register will tell you who to, and the Birth Register will give names and dates of children's births. But that is about it. Of course, Marlow would have been her married name, in which case

Earlier this year I was in a pub in Nottingham where I saw none other than Meryl Streep. She denied that she was, but they all do when they have been recognised.

Enigma1st, you missed one. We didn't have toilet-rolls!

Melissa. There was a programme on BBC last night all about the Chilwell Shell-Filling Factory during the First World War, with some old film that has been discovered. If you didn't see it then catch up on BBC I-Player. Kate Adie hosted the programme.

As my sister katyjay will confirm - we both researched our family history - such research can be a minefield. After years of research we found that - if we followed the male bloodline, as you should - the true surnames of our father and mother's families are not what is stated on the birth certificates. If you click on Like This we will take offence LOL.

I went to a funeral at Bramcote, For a bloke that I knew where we worked, But suffering the music they played there, Made me wish it was one that I'd shirked. I wouldn't have minded George Formby, But with Madonna I drew the line, Then we had Rod Stewart sailing, When Bing Crosby would have been fine. I just knew what was then coming, As sure as night follows day, Francis Sinatra telling us, That he's done it all his own way. For the committal that ended proceedings, Ashes to Ashes sang his wife, And all thought it doubly appropriate, As smoking had shortened hi

All those tripey modern songs - save them for the wake. The funeral should have music that makes the mourners roar their eyes out. The floor should be awash with tears. Mascara should be running down cheeks. Macho men should be biting their lips to hold it back. For mine (if I decide to go, that is) it will be: Biem Schlafengehen (Going to Sleep) from Richard Strauss's Four Last Songs sung by Gundula Janowitz. At the Commitment: Either the finale of Mahler's Symphony No.8, or Salve Regina, the finale to Mefistofele by Boito. What a way to go! If there is time left for some Vangelis, then ev

Replacing the image that somehow disappeared.

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.