Blondie

My hubbies grandad was a Notts County Football player in the 1890's - his name was Jack Mabbott..........

Greetings, newcomer..........

My dad and many other relatives suffered through the mines........Miners were always looked down on but they kept the home fires burning.........

Me too...........

No it's not, sounds alright to me...........

We went to, Berawala in Sri-Lanka in 2005 after the earthquake, was devastating to see the place and hear all the horror stories.....nevertheless we had a good holiday, stayed in a nice hotel on the beach...Xxx

These places, I think were swings and roundabouts, I always heard good things and bad about them in the fifties from poor kids at school...................Some of these kids never got a decent meal at home, no nice toys or clothes, lots of thrashings, no fun at all, these places were a respite to them, 2 poor girls in my class loved these places, they would never had gotten to see the sea or play on the beaches otherwise and they were always given new clothes by the education committee to take with them, that was at Hucknall Notts -Then other reports I heard from other's were bad .............

The summer's have always been the same, hot days and rainy days, you only remember the nice days when you were young because that's when you went out and did things, if it rained you stayed in played games and then forgot about it afterwards..................Summer is definitely coming to an end, I did notice that the other day, no smells of BBQ's, then I had to put a cardi on, and the nights are drawing in too cos I had to put the lamps on earlier.................In a few weeks time we will get the smell of Autumn and the Goose Fair, then Hallowean, Bonfire Night and the next thing the shops

Well said Benji !!!!!

It was Ena Sharples, I saw her..........

So pleased for you both.....

Well I'll go to our house.................

There are loads more like him around and getting away with these crimes, you will not hear of them because they are the people who are at the top themselves, carrying out these investigations.................

Can remember similar around Bestwood Village back in the 50's.......

We had an outside loo for years.......one day the landlord - Hartwell at Hucknall decided to modernise us and he pulled the loo's down and put us a brand new bathroom in the house..........

My ex brother in law was a Corona chap, he was Chris Ward and lived in Netherfield back then in the 60's..........

We had doorstep deliveries back in the 50' and 60's at Hucknall - the milkman, breadman, paper lad, Corona, rent collector, Insurance man, catalogue collectors and the odd hawker when my mam sent me to the door to say that she was not in............I regulalry got a clout for saying, me mam says she's not in............ we had a horrible outside loo also and a dark entry to go down at night which was scary as we lived next door but one to a pub and often people would be in there drunk, snogging or fighting..............Good days though.........

Interesting topic............

Mine was a mini 850 - FLW 810 -........great to have wheels back then, could park anywhere and I got 4 gallons of petrol at the top of Queen's Drive for a £1.........

I remember that film very well - (Saturday night and Sunday morning).......I was at a Technical School in Nottingham and some of us went down to watch the filming, we tried to get in the shots, but were told to move along, my friend's auntie was drinking in the pub when the filming took place where Albert Finney fell down the stairs drunk, I am sure it was the Hand and Heart on Derby Road.............I saw the film at the Byron Cinema in Hucknall (where I lived) in 1960............

My uncle Alan had one........

I had great aunts who were called, Ada, Minnie, Eliza, Sybil, Hilda, Alma - uncles, called Horace, Enoch, Herbert, Sam, Alf, Lawrence.......All the old names which I hated seem to be in fashion now...................My two grandchildren are Eva and Oliver............

'Brief Encounter' - with Celia Johnson and Trevor Howard.......my kind of old fashioned love film, a chance meeting on a railway station between 2 respectable married people, when the man (a doctor) removes a piece of grit from the lady's eye and a brief fling developes into a short intense romance which leads to heartache as the man is destined to go to South Africa to embark on a Medical Career in the coming weeks.........A real tearjerker...........

We had one of those..........

We used to have Corona Pop, the van came every Friday and we had 5 bottles, American Cream Soda, Dandelion and Burdock, Lemonade, ginger beer and Orangeade, lasted all week, one glass per person per day.................And there was a dessert (pudding) called cremola, I just loved it.......