Raybo

I worked for G.W. Price on Stoney Street in 1963 and today I was amazed when I had a walk round the Lace Market, a good proportion of the buildings have been taken over by NCN College and there are loads of bars and restaurants in the rest. The factory I worked in has not changed from the outside and is still called Price House, the basement where we kept all our grey stock (unfinished lace) is now"Le Bistro Live" and the factory across the road which I think was Gordonia Debrette is now "Annies Burger Shack". The Old Angel pub where we used to go for a lunch time pint has not changed much bu

Pete was in my class at school, he was a quiet lad who kept himself to himself and not surprised he never got married. I also worked with his dad I think his name was Bill Smedley, he was a warper at Raywarp Textiles that was back in 1962.

I think thats how breeze blocks are made they are quite light for their size compared to building blocks, I remember the first time my dad threw a building block for me to stack. Thinking it was a breeze block it nearly knocked me off my feet when I caught it.

From my memory slag was the waste from the coal when it was sorted at pit face and then piled high at side of the pit, I worked in a foundry and the waste from the cupola was known as klinker. Might be a regional thing or it could be that the ironworks used to burn the slag because it can be burnt if forced with air. In times of coal shortage we would sort through the slag heap for the best bits and mixed with good coal it would burn.

Firbeck you were right about the driftmines at Oakwell Grange & Cossal, my dad was a bricklayer and in the winter there was a shortage of work in the building trade so he would sign on for work in pits (still laying bricks but underground) I went with him a couple of times but there didn't seem to be any coal moving so it must have been near the end of their use. You had to go down an incline sat on some sort of bogey truck on rails to get to the bottom and from what I can remember he was bricking up roadways if that makes any sense. I remember going to Wollaton Colliery with him to fetch

Thanks for the photos they brought back many memories of my childhood in the 50's, my dad's maternal family were market people so we visited both the Central & Sneinton markets every weekend. Carlton lad mentioned mushy peas & cockles, does anyone remember Eric Dickinsons pea & shellfish stalls? he was a mate of my dad's and we went there every Saturday. His son Paul was still running the stalls in the Victoria Market up to a couple of years ago but I have not been down there for a while. The cafes were on the left up a few steps if my memory serves me well and I had an aunt who e

My daughters getting married there next July so my wife is looking forward to going in there as she's never been inside, I have been there several times to meetings and they used to do lovely buffets in the Great Hall but not anymore due to cut backs.

I remember making a delivery to Papplewick Lido one scorching summer day and saying to the owner " oooh! I could just jump in there now" she said " theres a towel and a cossie go ahead". After I had nearly had a heart attack she told me the lido was fed by spring water and is always the same temperature.

Thanks for the link Cliff Ton I didn't know that one existed

Youre joking Bilbraborn, have you ever wondered why you often see perfectly good apples in the gutter?, the kids throw them out of their lunch boxes now cos they would rather go to the cob shop or Greggs for a load of crap rather than eat an apple.

I have fond memories of the old Co-op House on Parliment Street, mam used to take us to see Santa in his Grotto there and years later I met my wife at a works dinner dance in the Elizabethan Rooms and this year on 23rd November will be the 47th Anniversary of when we met there. Pity its not there now we could return and reminisce of that evening, actually it was a blind date and she has been calling me blind ever since (only joking dear ouch!!). Yes the staircase was grand but as a kid I used to love going up and down in the lift which was manned by an attendant," going up, ladies fashion,hab

Another lad that went to Billy Blunt's as we used to call it, our form teacher was Mr. Smith and other teachers I recall are: Mr.Horton(the butcher) Mr.Henshaw(maths) Miss Haley later to become Mrs. Burbage(english) Mr. Kerr(P.E.) Mr. Beaver(music) Mr.Osbourne(woodwork) and of course Mr. Bateman (head). There were other teachers that I can't remember at this moment in time but they may come to mind at a later date. I have mixed feelings about school, some days I loved it some days I absolutely hated it but after a few years slogging for 40 hours at work I would often say "wish I was back at s

The last thing we did was wash the sand from our legs, dad wouldn't let us in the car until we were clean.

Looks very much like the lad I worked with at Rennets are you in touch with him

Mi mam used to be a school dinner lady and when she came home she would say the same thing every time "put kettle on Ray I'm Gaggin" I would always ignore her, she only had to say one word "Raymond" I put the kettle on.