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  1. Music was due to the great Derek Parkyn-Marshall Drama.... Alan Tipton.
  2. My grandparents lived at 159 until the 1960s. The first house that I lived in, in 1945. It had a huge long garden backing onto the railway line. Rod
  3. When I was a kid (1950s) Strelley was part of our regular haunt. I met Miss Edge quite often. She was venerated by the villagers, who (being tenants) were somewhat in awe of her, and somewhat intimidated. A powerful figure. However, whenever we kids hung around the church and the hall she would always invite us in for a cake and a cup of tea! She was nothing like her reputation. She was a loving and lovely grandmother figure :-)
  4. I would love to hear from anyone who might know the current whereabouts of Tony Evans (A J Evans), geography teacher at the time I left Glaisdale in 1963. I think he married Elaine Bagguley (maths teacher). I have so much to be grateful to Mr Evans. Rod Neep
  5. A memorable moment in the Market Square in 1959. I was there in the front row at the left foreground at the bottom of the steps. Who else remembers this?
  6. Music teacher was Derek Parkyn-Marshall. Brilliant man! :-)
  7. Mr Unwin. Head teacher at Glaisdale Secondary School. Canings were public at assembly. He made you bend down at one end of the stage, and then ran in like a fast bowler from the other end, and wallop! I suffered this experience several times. After a while, knowing it was coming, I would sneak down to the gym and raid the lockers for as many pairs of PE shorts that I could find to pad out my posterior. Confession time: During the summer holidays a group of us hatched a plan. Unwin lived in a quiet road in Wollaton. Picture one of those silent summer nights without a breath of wind.... One of the lads (who had a deep mature voice) made a phone call to a local undertaker.... 2am. "My father died yesterday, and he is laid out at home. Mum thought it would be nice for him to rest one last night in the house, but she is having second thoughts and is getting quite upset. Can you come round to collect him please?" We hid in the bushes beside Unwin's driveway and waited. After a little while a hearse pulled up, complete with three gentlemen in top hats and long black coats... One of them approached the front door and rapped the knocker, loud enough to wake some of the neighbours! A light came on in the front bedroom.... then the landing and then the hall.... Eventually Unwin opened the door, and the sombre gentleman announced in a loud, very slow and very sombre voice.... "We've ... come... for.... Mr.... Unwin". Payback time :-)
  8. I worked as a clerk in the parcel office at London Road Low Level in 1963. For the princely sum of £10 per week. During night shifts I learned to do a very commendable impression of (racing) pigeons, which had to be brought into the office out of the cold.
  9. The geology of Strelley, which I copied from the geology plans *at* Cossall Colliery when I visited in 1962. I had the pleasure of actually going down the drift mine for a whole day. Quite an experience seeing it actually working! And this map shows the position of all of the old bell pits ​ Note that the red lines are fault lines, the dash on the line shows the side of displacement, together with the number of feet displaced by the fault. The faults on the map showing the bell pits show that the dip of the strata is 1 in 20, but the fault had a displacement of 20 feet, which meant that the coal seam was at the same depth just below the surface each side of the fault. Most of these bell pits were visible when I was a kid.... our playground in the field behind our house.
  10. This was the opencast at Strelley, which cut down into the coal seams from Cossall Colliery