Mr Meeseeks

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  1. Mr Meeseeks

    What was your first car?

    My first was 1960 LHD blue VW beetle, which had just been imported from Germany so it had a shiny new reg for 1968. Brought it off a mate when I was in the RAF in 1968 up in Northumberland (Royal Geordie Airforce). It had a pull back sunroof which was useful as it could carry standing passengers as well as sitting. Just loved driving it, so most weekends I would do a round trip from Amble to Nottingham and back dropping a mate off at the Haven Cafe on the A1. (somewhere near Sheffield) then pick him up again on Sunday night. The old beetle never let me down. I managed to float it in a flood. Unfortunately the force of water pulled the front wing off, bit of corrosion. Soon stuck it back with some tank tape. Lasted till I pop rivetted a bracket on to secure it. At that time you could drive on the beach at Bamburgh in Northumberland, Bombing up and down the beach mates standing up out the roof. Re-enacting Erwin Rommel and the Afrika Corps. The highlight of its career was giving seven very nice (and appreciative) Nurses a lift back to the Nurses home . Pleasantly overloaded, five crammed on the the back seat and two on the passenger seat. Made gear selection something of a challenge but interesting, they arrived back before the Nurses home was locked down for the night. Bad timing on my part. Had the Beetle for about 4 years Alas the old beetle suffered badly with car cancer and the floor pan was see through to the road. Brought it for £56 in 1968 sold it for £40 in 1972. Splashed out on a brand new VW1303 from Beardalls (next to Asda). It was good but non of the fun the old LHD. SJD113F. Could go on forever, never had another car with as much character and good times had.
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    Hooleys Garage

    1965. I wanted a motorbike. Went to the BOD (Bank of Dad) with a repayment plan. You lend me the money I'll pay you back, Eventually. Went to Hooleys, lots of nice shiny bikes and scooters in the window. Think their two wheel shop was on Greyfriargate at the time, near to the Sherwood rooms. I wanted a BSA, Truimph or Royal Enfield or what ever I could afford. Finished up with a Lambretta Li125. Red, and shiny. Mistake! Seeing as the BOD was funding it I had no choice. Being a bit raw negotiating a motor deal, I and BOD took the salesmans (Bit like Swiss Tony) word for it. Nice machine, I've got someone looking at it this afternoon etc etc. Put it down to one of the lessons of life. Lambrettas are a heap of excrement. Broke down within days of getting it back to Clifton. Went back to Hooleys, they denied having ever seeing it, but eventually they found it at the back of the workshop and fixed it after 6 weeks. After which it still broke down. There after it continued to be the curse of my youth. Took it to Jossylns (Jozzo's) on Radford Road, who agreed it was a heap of excrement but he managed to fix it. 2 lessons learnt. 1. Never buy anything motorised from Hooleys 2. Never buy a Lambretta. 3 Eventually part chopped it at Jozzo's for a Honda 50.
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    Clifton late 50s

    The history of Woodbridge in the 50's/ very early 60's continued. Anyone remember the Football Post man? from about 1958 into the early 60's every Saturday evening from the first match of the season to the last, at round about 7 to half past you would hear the call "Football! Football Post!"echo through the early evening air come rain, snow or shine. He was and old chap or so he appeared, thin, and carried his bundle of Football Posts (FP) under his arm whilst walking briskly on his round. As far as I can remember he would come along Failsworth, then cut through to Woodbridge then off in the direction of Brinkhill. If on the odd occasion we missed his call he would pop a copy through the door and we'd pay him the following week and he'd get a tip at Christmas 1959 the Saturday Forest won the cup he was sold out of FP but knocked on our door, he'd saved us a copy. Looked after his regulars. He carried on for a year or so after this, then we never heard his cries of "Football! Football Post" again. The strange thing we never knew his name, where he lived or what became of him. Can anyone put a name to him? where he lived, or what became of him. Does anyone else remember him?
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    Clifton late 50s

    OutWork: Resuming life on Woodbridge Ave in the late 50's. My mother and a few other mothers on Woodbridge and a few on Brinkhill would scratch a few pennies by doing "Outwork". This consisted of folding lace trimmed ladies hankies and putting them into presentation boxes. Some were more decorative than others, they would consist of a plastic flower and a number of hankies usually two or three, all placed attractively in a clear plastic casket. The job description sounds easy enough but the chaos to domestic bliss was somewhat challenged. Looking back on it there were some lighter moments, not many just some. Mrs Withers a pleasant lady, who lived at No 43 coordinated between Simon May Co and her band of "folders". The "folders" would go across to see Mrs Withers and pick up their next quota. This is where the fun started. Number of boxes to be filled any where between 10 and 200 (often more). These had to be carried across the road often without outer boxes. This is where the family came in, as there was so much stuff the more available help, the quicker the transfer to your house was. All dumped in the back room, but not in the shed. Then came the hankies, loads of them, a pot of adhesive that resembled Pritstick, but in a jar, rolls of sellotape, pins by the thousand. Coloured papers for the back ground, rolls of ribbon. The hours you worked were upto the individual, but just as encouragement you were given a dead line to get your completed boxes back. Just for added stress another priority job would be given with the same deadline date. Wonderful. The folders had to fold the bows to the approved Simon and May way The folding room was the front room, it was the only place left to work. First thing you noticed was the carpets started sprouting pins, easy to drop but hard to find. White cotton threads everywhere. The work meant the folder would spend hours folding one hankie using one type of fold then another using type of fold sticking them in a box along with a plastic flower all securely pinned and sellotaped in. Oh! the pritstick stuff was for sticking the back ground coloured paper in. All this for a bit more money coming in which ranged from 3d (1.5p) per box to about 6d (5p) for the more intricate boxes. Once your quota was complete, the boxes were carried back across the road to await the Simon May wagon to pick them up. Any excess materials had to be returned except pins, pritstick stuff and sellotape as these were standard to all jobs. It did have its lighter side, All the family were involved when my mother had to put headscarves onto 1000 inflatable ducks. As we had heathy lungs we were inflating them faster than mother could fold, hence the back room was full of ducks. The challenge came getting them back across the road. It brought extra cash in but the hours were long and the pay per hour amounted to slave labour but the folders had a choice and a few pence back in the day counted.
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    Trent Road Sneinton

    Haven't been that way for years. Although mid 90's took a photo of No 70 and it appeared to belong to Ahmed and Co Accountants. The large space outside of no 70 was where Trent Road intersected with the top of Thurgarton Street as I remember it always was a wide area.
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    Trent Road Sneinton

    From about 1910 to about 1957/58 My Grandad owned a Tripe Shop at No 70 Trent Road until his retirement. The shop started off as a Purveyor of Tripe but in later years more of a general groceries store, but still selling Tripe, Cow-heels and Pigs trotters. After we moved away from Sneinton (used to live at 132 Sneinton Dale until 1952) to Clifton, we used to visit No 70 for our weekly shop. No shops in Clifton back then. Downside was my parents had to carry the shopping on a bus and back to Clifton. The only bus stop at that time was what is now Farnboro' Road/Fabis Drive. Or for those that can remember, The Map, Sturgeon Avenue. Was it a Number 3 bus to Sneinton Dale (?) What I can remember of Trent Road at the time on a warm summers day was the lovely smell of coal tar that was used to seal in the cobbles on the road, and getting a rollicking off me mam for "tar picking". Thats where you sat in the gutter and picked at the tar with your nails and rolled it into balls. It got stuck on your cloths in your hair behind your nails. Great fun but resulted in a slap round the head. Across the road was Thurgarton Road Post Office, and on the corner the Chemist shop of Claud Manfull. Always fascinated by the coloured flasks of liquid in the window. Two shops up from the Tripe shop in the direction of the Dale was a Toy shop, spent a lot of time on my visits pressing my snotty nose against the window. never seemed to have the same toys as those in town. Nothing big just small items. I suppose it was 5 years or so after the war and business wasn't as good. Across Bleasby Street there was a brick wall and behind the brick wall a dark building which was St Stephens (?)Vicarage,, later became the site of the Jester. Down the hill from No 70, shop next door was never selling any thing although someone lived there. The Greengrocers on the corner always seemed busy. Great view of life when you were a nipper.
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    Clifton late 50s

    Jill Sparrow, Thanks for the update on Ray and Kath. Never brought the tanker up Woodbridge. as far as I can remember.
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    Clifton late 50s

    I did live on Woodbridge, I personally left Woodbridge in the mid 60's but the family resided there until my mother moved into a care home in 2003. I have all the council documentation from the day it was allocated to my parents as a brand new property. I'll dig out the Do's and Don'ts and report back. Can also list the original early occupants if its of interest. I know we had a small lidded galvanised bucket for Pig Swill. No idea why but it was collected. Old food scraps, peelings etc. Think its now called compost. The Council Housing Inspector used to drive around in a Ford Pop with the City coat of arms on the door and would on occasions check to see if the tenants were complying. Scraping through my memory cells the brick houses on Failsworth that backed onto Woodbridge were still being built. 1951/2. As was Shelley Av. Seemed as though Wimpeys had finished the concrete houses first. My mother always said that she was glad we didn't have a back-front house. ( Kitchen facing the front of the house, "didn't seem right some how") What I can recollect they were each end of Woodbridge and a couple in the middle.
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    Clifton late 50s

    Hi Cliff Ton, Reading through some of your posts and Jill Sparrows, the names of Ray and Kath Hurst were mentioned. I remember Rays Esso Tanker parked on Brinkhill, in the direction of Sunninghill at the bottom of Woodbridge overnight. Don't think it would go down too well these days. Just to keep you guessing. Ray was very understanding when my football used to land on the bonnet of his car. Might have been a Ford or an Hillman, Black long bonnet similar to a Ford Pop'. Used to spend more time under Rays car than Ray did. Retreiving my ball.
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    Clifton late 50s

    Thanks for the Wecome Jill Sparrow. Spent a few years going to 56th St Marys cubs from about 55 to abt 58. It was held at the Old Clifton Village School and at the time looked as though it was the same the day it was opened along with the pot bellied stoves and the roofless (?) outside toilets. Learning to tie knots and reciting Cub laws and promises, very boring but it was a requirement of being a cub. As was taking part in games....British Bulldog! great game, if you came out of it with a couple of bruises and scuffed kneecaps you were doing well. Not sure if it was the first cub group in Clifton. Then there was Bob-a-Job. Could make an extra 6d selling the stickers for 1/6d (7.5p) to people who got sick of cubs door knocking. Get someone to sign your card to say your job had been done. 1/- (5p) to the cubs and 6d sellers commission. Still managed to get Top Jobber with 17/6d. Won a book. Vaguely remember the trip to the Scout Jamboree at Sutton Coldfield. We all went on the train, it rained all the way and for a while when we walked to Sutton Park, seemed miles and took hours, or so it seemed. Mrs Marriot was the Akela and her son Philip was the senior cub and bossed everyone around. Cannot remember names of who else were in the pack. Thats it for now.
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    Clifton late 50s

    My First Post please bear with me if it turns up in the wrong place. Doing an archeological dig in my loft, came across some Clifton photo's of the mid 50's, School, Greencroft infants and Juniors. (My ex seat of learning) and 56th Clifton St Mary's cubs 1956/57. Just to see how it goes I've attached one photo. More to follow soon. This photo taken circa late June 1957. As there was a International Scout Jamboree at Sutton Coldfield a group of German Scouts visited the cubs and each family were allocated a guest(s) to tea. (Don't mention the war! we were warned) Photo taken on the Maypole, Shelley Ave, green. Akela, Mrs Marriot lived on the Maypole.