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.

The discipline was always handed out by mam as dad used to work away a lot and when she was about to clout me she would say "this'll hurt me more than it'll hurt you" Ok mam save us both the pain why don't ya. As a teenager I gave her some lip in front of mi mates ooooh! big mistake, wham straight round the lug hole and when mi muckers laughed they got one too. Your not allowed to chastise kids now but they are allowed to go round abusing people often physically and get away with it, who brought that rule in?. If my mam was here today she would give em all a good tabholing. Bless her.

Too right Pevril always had a bandage on mi hand

Mi nan used to use that one Thomas, If I got run down by a bus the last thing I would think was are mi clouts clean? and lets be honest your clouts would get soiled just before the bus hit you anyway lol.

I think Gordon Bennet was an eccentric American who was famed for doing silly things.

Dodie, my wifes family originate from Norfolk and on a visit there we went blackberry picking, when I put one in the bowl that was a little unripe her cousin said "moint put them'as in as they fair moik yer arse touch your elbows" meaning they are a little sour boy. Can someone send me a bird round on Valentines day then, oh I am naughty!

In our house your proper name meant trouble as in my case "Ray" meant she wanted you, but "Raymond" meant you didn't want her to want you. "Raymond, gerrin ere this minute" meant you wanted to take an age to get in there.

teebee it's not a supposed remedy it's tried and tested as I have stated in another forum, as a teenager I suffered badly with athletes foot and no matter what remedy I tried it never cleared up. On a visit to my doctor he said you can try all the medicine on offer but the best cure is to pee in a bucket and soak your feet in it, you are taking the p*ss I thought but in desperation I tried it. After about two weeks there was no sign of the disease and I have not had an infection to this day, my wife says that I am the only man she has ever known not to have smelly feet perhaps the ammonia seal

Hi teebee, brings back memories of my early childhood living at mi nana's, I would never pee in the guzzunder so I had to walk down three flights of stairs and down the yard to the lavvy sometimes in the snow. Like you there was no electricity but they had gas and it was waste of time trying to light the gas mantles to see where you were going cos they took an age to brighten up. When it was bathtime nana would say "come on mucky pup lets avya in tin", tin meaning tin bath in front of the range and she used to heat the water by dropping flat irons into the tin which were heated on the fire. T

Mick, Jackie Bells was only rough if you wanted it to be, they used to do tremendous beef and dripping cobs back in the days when I worked in Bournes Mill. It was also a Notts County stronghold.

Hi Beefsteak, I have heard it used in Manchester too which got me thinking???? Manchester,Crewe,Stoke,Burton and Nottingham this would be a route taken by the Fellows Morton & Clayton narrow boats bringing tar oil along the Trent and Mersey Canal to Nottingham, the boat people would have seen loads of ducks on the way. Who knows someone might have seen a duck and said "ayup mi duck" and it stuck as a greeting. Another saying you often hear is "tar very much" meaning thank you, but it could have been used when the boatman got his measure chitty after loading up with tar. I'm sure some histo