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After reading the stories about the Barber family at Eastwood who owned the pits, I can relate to some of the info from my late grandad who came from Newthorpe, born in 1886 and moved to Greasley after he married...........He was related to Greasley Castle Farm which once belonged to my Great grandad Joseph Housley and his family back in the mid 1800's......They were very friendly with the Barber and Walker family ...............I wish I had listened more now when they told their stories, but I was only a small child then................My dad if he was still alive would have been able to fil

There were so many who had a particular song that I liked, but The Everley Bros, Manfred Mann and the Hollies always did it for me..............

My hubby is 5ft 7ins and he is a nice guy.........has a big heart, amongst other things.....

He is clearly one of life's casualties, just cannot cope with life ------ always a reason for everything though, I bet it runs in his family and if so, he should have tried harder, he had a great life and future ahead of him - the fame just went to his head and now it is an illness which he cannot beat, like Georgie Best........My friend's late husband was an alcoholic, she went through hell, he did try over and over again to stop, but just couldn't manage it, he was found dead in a ditch with alcohol poisnoing, now she has the same problem's with their son, must be genetic..........I did re

Welcome and Merry Christmas to you too Xxx

Love the last sentance Catfan, how very true, if only these youngsters knew what life was really about for us back then, they would die a thousand deaths, the only green thing I knew was the grass stains on ones, err, err, um - enough said..........

My great uncle Sam worked at Shonkey Pit - thought you might like to know that bit of useless info..........

or Annie Oakley...........

Hannibal Lecter films - they are so awful............

Ayeupmeducks #74 - Maybe I knew you, I was born in 1945 and spent over 20 years in Hucknall until 1969.............

I went to all those places you mentioned in the late 60's early 70's and I knew a girl called Sooty who worked at the 99 Club back then, I was thinking abput those days recently, reminiscing and wondered what happened to these people, we had great fun at the 99 club, was my favourite place.....................

Colly0410 #40 - Was Hucknall no1 the bottom pit or top pit - I know one was on Portland Road, (back of the Welfare) and the other at Westville, I had family and friends at both - My dad and brother worked at Linby Pit..... they were both called Pat Housley...... I was bought up on Station Terrace when I was a child, I can remember being very ill with yellow jaundice when I was 8 years old, all the way through the school summer holidays and laying in bed feeling sorry for myself listening to the other children playing on the Terrace and watching the buckets on the wires at the Bottom Pit goi

I've always thought that the Miners were the salt of the earth and doctors too............Now the Miners have all gone and I agree with MargieH, I could never had worked underground as I am very Claustrophobic.......I often wonder what would have happened to me if I had been a bloke instead of a women as I could not have gone to the pit like the men in my family............. Did the pit ponies always stay underground, were they never brought up for air ?..........Poor things........................

It is sad day, the end of a lifetime..............I came from Hucknall, a mining town, I had family going back to great, great grandparent's who were in the mines.............uncles, cousins, my father and brother too..............I can remember my dad coming home with his docket and throwing it on the table for my mother back in the 1950's, he was on the coal face and money was aplenty until he was buried when the shaft caved in and injured, that it when we became poor, but still we survived, I can never remember being, hungry, ragged or cold, (our house was always warm, those big coal fires

I know someone who worked at the Brush factory, he was called Nigel Oram and another guy was Terry Johnstone............

Well, he is still going strong after all these years......But I do think the latest storyline is silly, He is well past his sellby date to be having sexual affairs, he must be over 80, are these writer's real ?

Welcome fn0 -

If I wanted money I earned it, running errands, looking after younger children and housework for my mum, in later years I went Potato picking in the School Holidays to help buy grown up clothes, I would be 13 or 14, then it was a Saturday job whilst I was at school, I earned a £1.............I had a bike and went everywhere, nobody thought of checking up on you, the word peadophile did not exist and nobody stole children, nobody wanted them, they had enough of their own, in fact they left them on your doorstep.......... I remember sliding down a grassy bank on a tray.....fishing for tiddlers

I had lots of friends in Calvo, back in the 50's and 60s......

What about Bidath Bottoms, Huckna, Papperwick, Suthull or Bulwull........

Poetry in Motion -Johnny Tillotson 1960

Yes, really....

Bloody awful weather, I think I can stand going out and walking in any weather, except freezing, windy rain...........Car needs cleaning, driveway needs sweeping, wanted to shop in the City, no way - spoilt my day........

Pork pie is not pork pie with Branston Pickle...............

Had it all and threw it away, drink is the sign of a selfish person..................He was a great footballer and a looker too, but unfortunately fame went to his head and he thought he was god and could do anything, have anything and anybody he wanted, the women he got involved with did him no good either, gold diggers, a shame no one could help him with his demons, they would have started in his childhood the same with Gazza...........May George Rest in Peace..........