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  1. On 9/18/2014 at 7:32 PM, The Pianoman said:

    I have mentioned this before but my Grandfather was Master Carpenter on the Nottingham Canal. He lived at No2 Radford Bridge Road which was I now believe to have been directly to the rear of the Crown Inn. I am always on the look out for more info on the subject.

    Was there  a Crown Yard with living accommodation behind in the area?

  2. On 5/2/2020 at 3:46 PM, Leslie William purdy said:

    In my class were the following , Jean Plowright.  Valerie Benson , Celia Smith , Colin Bexon , Peter Savage , Michael Bellamy , Tony Slater , Rodney Barker , .....Toole , Eddie Cockeral , we called him Elvis , Joan Clark , sorry I can't remember more.

    I knitted my own school scarf , as did every one else , my blazer badge was of knitting needles and something else ? .

    I even knitted a pair of socks using the Griswold machine.

    Doesn't anyone remember me , I was the class urchin .

    I was in your year, my name is David Harrison. Jean Plowright died in her 30s with Cancer

  3. On 12/1/2018 at 7:55 PM, Paul Dilley said:

    How memories come flooding back !  Music with Mrs Jackson ( Lorna ) whose husband took PE at my former school Claremont.

    The school annual speech day concert based on Gilbert & Sullivan music. A little ditty we sang in music to the tune “ I wish I was in Dixie”

    continued with the line “ flicking peas at lorna,s bottom look away look away”.  Terrible boys.  The long flight of stairs up to the staff room.

    The outside loos brings the nowday saying of chill out more meaningful The trudge down to the Mission Hall for PT.

    Also remember the experiment of some of the teachers going to see if the Locarno lunch time Rook and Roll sessions were suitable for us students. They deamed it NOT.    See what effect “dat  rock and roll music” had on us all! 

    Can anybody remember Achie Wyatt and his teddy boy/ Tony Curtis haircut? 

    Well that’s about it for the moment — Have a very good Christmas 

    Paul

    I was in love with Lorna..but thats another story. The mention of the Mission Hall brought back more memories. It was an overflow storage space for FFyfes Bananas. On a quiet moment you could hear the sound of imported Arachnyds from the Carribean. It was compasses to the ready opened to form spears and into the dark areas to impale the large spiders, which was then taken to school to frighten some poor young lady

  4. On 2/15/2017 at 3:20 PM, Chulla said:

    Mention is made in an earlier posting of Austin Scott Jr, the American who was the music teacher at William Crane School. Here are two photos of the school orchestra that he founded in the early 1950s. Some other schools had an orchestra and they once competed against each other in our Albert Hall.

     

    Austin Scott is seen in the top photo. On the extreme left is Brian Henshaw, who kindly loaned the photos. he was taking violin lessons at the time so had more experience than the others and was made orchestra leader. The tall lad on the right of Scott is Brian Austin, who gave me my nickname 'Chulla'. The orchestra eventually became the Aspley Boys Club Orchestra, and a few girls were allowed to join it.

     

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    Chulla

    Austin Scott, after protracted bullying by pupils went the the Boys High School and eventually ended up as Professor of Music at Vancouver University in Canada. He died about 5 years ago. In the first photograph 1st Viola was played by Eric Wileman who later became a composer of note. The Leader at that time was Tony Foster who became a professional Musician. He sadly died in his 30s of Cancer. The 4- eyed lad to the lower left of Austin Scott was me, David Harrison. Gordon Clay took a group of 8 (cheap party rail ticket) to an Annual Camp under canvas. First year was Tintagel, 2nd year Paris, 3rd year Bavaria, and 4th year Brittany coast. Not bad for the 50s and working class kids!

  5. Thanks for all your assistance but we have carried out all the suggestions that have been made. We know the grave number, have the plan so that we know approximately where the grave is, but that area is like a jungle with many years of rotting vegetation and fallen stonework. I had hoped that someone may have had a photograph of a grave nearby,  before the descent into a jungle. We still live in hope that Captain Maxfield's son may, at last, be able to lay a wreath on the grave of the father he never met

  6. My wife's cousin who lives in London has asked me to pinpoint his fathers grave No 11350 at Church Cemetery (Rock Cemetery). He died in Germany whilst serving as a Captain in the British Army of Occupation and was buried in the Maxfield family grave on the 19th September. His son never knew his father as he was born after his father's death. I have a photograph from the Nottingham Evening Post of the 20th September 1950 which shows a REME Unit firing a salute at the graveside. From various site visits, the area is in poor condition and covered in a mass of vegetation.   Though it is a faint hope I wonder if anyone has any photographs of the area around grave number 11350 from the 1950s or earlier, so we can identify the grave and at last allow a wreath to be laid

  7. On 11/5/2017 at 9:17 PM, Blondie said:

    I think I can remember these incidents when I was there - so you must have been in the same year as me 1958-61.......... I thought that Mr Rippon was a psychopath an ex army bloke who seemed to love beating people, he was also having an affair with a teacher there, although he was married.......Miss Wenn hated men because she was an unmarried mother, living alone with her child in a flat somewhere in town, I remember her bubble car, but I did like her, it was Miss Maud who I hated - my dad worked at the pit, she hated colliers and she referred to him as a 'filthy collier' and humiliated me continually in front of the class, no matter how hard I worked, I got low marks - a waste of 3 years of my school life.........................was your name David Harrison ? - it seems to ring a bell............

    I was there from 1955 to 1959. I was a skinny 4 eyed geek and yes my name is David Harrison

  8. Another memory of the Textile School.....well almost......Sometime in the 1990s I had a project at an Elderly Persons Home off Woodborough Road. As part of that project I had to give a presentation the the Management Committee on the scope of the work. I had been warned that one member of the Committee was an extremely 'picky' elderly resident and to treat her with care if I wanted a quiet life. As I entered the Committee Room I saw the lady in question who pointed a bony finger at me and said 'I remember you young Harrison'.....it was Miss Norris herself, still a very formidable lady. The job went well and I was saddened to learn of her death soon afterwards. She must have been in her 90s but what a memory!

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  9. Following on from my previous posting on the Textile School, I remembered that of all the Teachers the two who were the most difficult to please were Miss Wenn..who seemed to hate all students of the male gender and Mr Rippon who once told me that I would be lucky to get a job as a dustbinman.  On the final day before leaving Mr Rippon instructed us to rub down the rust spots on his old car and make good the paintwork using paint that was in his boot. Being good pupils we did as we were told except that when we opened the boot we found a can of black paint and a can of white paint (the car was black). We used the white paint....revenge was sweet! We went home before he left so never saw his face.  Miss Wenn had a 3-wheel 'bubble car'. On that last day the boys lifted it manually and deposited it in the 'bottom playground'' and then left for home. I often wonder how she retrieved it.

    I hope that the above is covered by the Statute of Limitations and that I won't now get arrested for these misdemeanours.

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  10. Hi my name is David Harrison (nickname-'Harry') and I was at the Textile School from 1955 to 1957. I left with 6 Olevels and went to work at Boots Architect Department as a Junior Architectural Assistant. I became a Building Surveyor at Boots obtained ONC and HNC Building and later in life graduated as a Master of Science, a Chartered Builder, a Chartered Health and Safety Practitioner and a Fire Engineer.

    I am now retired.

    I loved the Textile School and am forever grateful for the opportunities it afforded me, thanks particularly to Jack Stamper

    I remember 'Peanuts', along with Guy Gisbourne, Joan Clark, Jean Plowright who sadly died at such a young age. 

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