AlanB

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  1. A Hillman Hunter. I asked my brother to look for a car for me since he allegedly knew about them. The first thing I discovered about it was when I filled up the petrol tank the fuel started leaking out of a hole part way up the tank. The seller had left it with only a little fuel to hide this fault! I had numerous problems with the engine overheating whenever I did a long journey, if the AA had had a blacklist I would have been on it. My brother and I even changed the engine for a replacement one from a scrapyard because the original engine seized up. Eventually I met the love of my life, who happened to own a nearly new Ford Fiesta, so I sold my car to a mate at work who wanted to use it for drag racing. Coincidentally the engagement ring I bought around the same time cost the same as I got for the car. When I tell people I sold my car to buy an engagement ring they think it's really romantic :laughing:

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  2. 11 hours ago, annswabey said:

    Yes, Alan, he was a nice man and a good teacher. I always thought of him as quite ancient, but when I was say 14, he was only late 30's!

    Yes, me too, maybe it was the baldness and the moustache but I always thought he was near retirement age so I was surprised when someone on this thread a few years ago said he was still alive! I recall he was the only teacher (well apart from the Headmaster) who wore his academic gown in lessons. He also ran the stamp club which I was a member of.

  3. On 12/24/2020 at 1:46 PM, Stuart.C said:

    There doesn't seem to be any mention of The Gables after 1952 as a place for Children and it doesn't appear in any articles re investigations into Nottingham Childrens Homes, although some homes are not mentioned on any lists due to ongoing current enquiries by the Police

    I don't think it was a children's home though, at least not in the 1960s, it was more an outpost of St Ann's Hospital.

  4. I had an auntie and uncle who took their children to Mablethorpe every year. A B & B and a chalet on the seafront. Kids playing on the beach and adults in the chalet brewing tea and reading the newspaper. At least my parents took us to different British seaside resorts (no holidays abroad though, I had to wait until I was married for that). I can't think of anything more boring than Mablethorpe every summer. Day trips yes, but EVERY year for a week??

  5. This brings back memories of when I grew up in Wollaton. I used to get the E6, I think it was, to Bilborough Grammar School until I got a cycle permit. I think there was a C6 and F9 went through Wollaton too, the F9 went through the village and the C6 and B2 (?) along Russell Drive. Another bus turned down Bramcote Lane and I if I got on that one I had to walk from the library to Goodwood Road instead of just walking round the corner if I got the others.

     

    The bus tickets all had a three digit number on and there was a craze of trying to collect all the numbers, I was desperate to get 999 but I never did.

     

    Someone has mentioned the restrictions where the city bus and Midland General routes overlapped. For the Wollaton routes it was Eton Grove, you couldn't get off before then if you were coming from town, or on after that if you were going into town.

     

     

  6. I remember the Batman cards. And Bazooka Joe bubblegum. Once my brother, who was only very young, bought a few packets of Bazooka Joe and found that there were no cards in them. He decided to write a letter to the company and his punchline, as only a young child could write, was "if you keep doing this, people will not buy your bubble gum any more." He received a dozen packets of bubble gum for his trouble!

  7. Was it Pearson's that used to have a large music section and sold Hammond and other organs? My Dad used to love going in there to browse and he eventually bought an organ of his own (second hand though, not from Pearsons).

     

    I remember Selectadisc too, I bought quite a few albums from there.

     

    Also I remember the man who worked in menswear at the Co Op. He had the mannerisms of Mr Humphries in Are You Being Served!

     

    Another shop I remember was the first supermarket to open at the far end of the Victoria Centre, I think it was called Scan (?). I had a Saturday job there collecting trolleys but I only lasted a few weeks as I had trouble steering them in a straight line!

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  8. I'm surprised there isn't a thread for this school (or the secondary school for that matter). I was at Fernwood Junior between 1963 and 1967, my parents moved to Wollaton from West Hallam (the other side of Ilkeston) so I was late coming into my year group. I remember the headmaster was Mr Whittaker, and many years later we bumped into him outside the Camelia House in Wollaton Park. He used to come and give us special lessons called "verbal reasoning" and what we didn't realise was that this was actually coaching for the 11 Plus. It succeeded because out of a class of 33 all but one person got to either Bilborough Grammar or the High School. Other names I remember are Mr Husbands, my final teacher at Fernwood, and Mrs Aitchinson, who we referred to as H Bomb because she had a temper on her!

     

    My other memory of Fernwood is the large fold-over hymn sheets on the wall of the school hall, one either side of the front wall, which we would use during assembly.

     

    Anyone else from Fernwood Junior on here?

  9. So, we had our reunion last night and a great time was had by all. About 80 people turned up, most were former pupils from the class of 1967 - 1974, plus a few people brought partners and there were also some teachers:

     

    Mr Nicklin (didn't get a chance to speak to him but I don't think he ever taught me)

    Mr Robinson - a lovely gentleman, I didn't think he taught me either but he thinks he might have done in the early years.

    Mr Mahoney - he was only at the school for 2 years and he was amazed that he was remembered - but as I and others told him, you always remember your most inspirational teachers

    Mrs Gotheridge - just the same as I remember her only older

    And finally Mr (Dr) Jacob, amazing for his age, looking well and mentally he is still all there. Really good to see him again.

     

    One sad thing I learnt from Mrs Gotheridge is that Mrs Brailsford died recently. I will always remember her as a young vibrant woman, but then I last saw her 45 years ago. She was probably late 60s at least when she died.

     

    Anyway it was amazing to catch up with so many classmates and hear what people had done with their lives. We were given lanyards with our names on (maiden names for the girls of course) which was very useful as there were only a handful of people I would have recognised without.

  10. From what I remember: Big old ?Edwardian house in extensive grounds. You walked in the front door and ahead of you were stairs with a corridor to the left. Two rooms were on the left - the first was the dining room which doubled as the room where you would meet Dr Arkle when she visited. The other room was the lounge with sofa(s) and a TV. To the right of the front door was the manager's office and at the bottom of the stairs I think was the room where they administered the drugs. Dormitories were on the first floor, I think there were at least 6 beds in mine. At the end of the passage next to the stairs was the shower room and I presume the kitchen, though I can't remember that. To the right of the main house was an outbuilding that was used for PE. There was also a separate building used as a classroom if you were there during school term time.

  11. I don't know if anyone saw this recently

     

    https://www.bbc.co.uk/news/uk-england-nottinghamshire-49149461

     

    I remember when that site was the Park and Ride site for the failed Zone and Collar system to keep cars out of the city centre. The so-called "Lilac Leopard" coaches often had just one passenger on them! Later on it was Main Stop, then the Co op and then Waitrose. My Mum lived round the corner until she went into a care home last year, and my brother and I sold her house just before Christmas so hopefully we benefitted from the Waitrose effect.

     

    The lady pictured near the beginning of the article, Daphne Simpson, used to run the newsagent opposite the doctor's surgery with her husband in the 1970s. Later on she became a good friend of my Mum and they used to get together with other ladies to do craft activities and play Scrabble. She must be well into her 90s by now and is still looking good.

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  12. I grew up in Wollaton and have fond memories of the park and hall, and even though my Mum continued to live there until a year ago I hadn't visited since my own daughter was small - must be about 30 years ago. So today, before visiting Mum in the care home, I decided to go down memory lane. Amazed that entrance to the hall is still free, even though it now costs to park your car. The animals in there are still enthralling, and I found myself wondering if my little granddaughter would appreciate them. I remember going on one of the tours as a teenager, although in those days they only happened if you could get a group together. I noticed earlier in this thread that they used to cost £5, well they are now £10 and only twice a day!

     

    Still a lovely park, but someone told me that they have laid off most of the groundsmen due to council cuts, so maybe it won't be as well-kept in future.

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  13. Horrendous thought isn't it, things were so primitive back then. It wouldn't surprise me if you said they'd made you stand in a wide open space and told you not to be so silly. I remember one occasion when we all went out for a walk and I could hear a voice behind me shouting "stop ticing!". I thought if it was that easy then no way I would have to be here!

  14. To be honest I can't recall if I went home for the weekends or not (as you say probably the drugs affected my memories of that time) but I have a recollection of constantly telling my parents how awful it was and I don't think they visited me there so maybe I did go home for the weekends. As for the drugs, the idea I think was to try different medication to see if it worked any better than what I was on, but after I came out I was still on the same tablets as I was on before! So what was the point? Also when I went to university I soon decided to stop taking the tablets and I was no worse than I had been on them. I still have some nervous tics even now but I've learned to live with them and accept them as part of who I am.