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A great post letsaveago, and great memories. I well remember that beautiful aroma from those vents !

I lived on Truro Cres from about 1957- 63. Lovely houses. My parents owned the Capitol Fisheries and the cafe on the end of the row of shops on Alfreton Rd near Churchfield Lane till the early 60's. Great days.

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19 hours ago, FLY2 said:

A great post letsaveago, and great memories. I well remember that beautiful aroma from those vents !

I lived on Truro Cres from about 1957- 63. Lovely houses. My parents owned the Capitol Fisheries and the cafe on the end of the row of shops on Alfreton Rd near Churchfield Lane till the early 60's. Great days.

I know your Truro Crescent house Fly2. Richard and Josie Barron bought it. Richard worked at Plessey and was a computer expert. He passed away several years ago but Josie is still there. My old house at number 7, third along from yours had been lived in by a Players fireman and had the remnants of the direct to Players telephone line equipment on the back wall. Do yo remember Mr Perkins at number 5. He had been there since they were built in the late 30's. He told me once that he was stood at his gate when there was a roar overhead and 3 German planes in formation flew over quite low. He said they went directly over my house which still had scaffolding towards Wollaton. The deeds to my house had a clause that I wasn't allowed to keep pigs. 

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Small world. I remember Josie Barron. She used to attend St Stephen's church when I was organist there. She had a son whose name I can't remember.

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I lived at number 4, and the Perkins lived at 3. Mrs Steadman lived at 5.

Well it's a small world isn't it letsavagoo. I worked with Dick Barron in the mid to late 60's. We were working on the installation of the first fully electronic telephone exchange at Ambergate. When that work finished, we crossed paths in the 80's whilst working on fibre optic projects. Dick was a very quiet person, and didn't socialise too much. Obviously the subject of our Truro Cres connection never cropped up. Sad that he's passed, he must have been relatively young.

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On 13 March 2019 at 7:22 AM, Jill Sparrow said:

Small world. I remember Josie Barron. She used to attend St Stephen's church when I was organist there. She had a son whose name I can't remember.

Josie has 2 children, Richard and Elizabeth. Josie worked at The Vine as some sort of admin. Very religious too. I was Facebook friends with both Josie and Liz but was disowned as I am as atheist as she is religious so unworthy and heathen.

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I'm going back to the very early 1980s, before all the alterations at St Stephen's. I do recall now you mention it that there were two children. I don't think I was ever aware of where the family lived though.  The church was going through a period of transition and things were getting too modern for me so I departed! Like it says, I'm a Mediaevalist :rolleyes:

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23 hours ago, FLY2 said:

I lived at number 4, and the Perkins lived at 3. Mrs Steadman lived at 5.

Well it's a small world isn't it letsavagoo. I worked with Dick Barron in the mid to late 60's. We were working on the installation of the first fully electronic telephone exchange at Ambergate. When that work finished, we crossed paths in the 80's whilst working on fibre optic projects. Dick was a very quiet person, and didn't socialise too much. Obviously the subject of our Truro Cres connection never cropped up. Sad that he's passed, he must have been relatively young.

I'm not sure how old Dick was but not a big age for sure. Mid to late 60's I guess. He was quiet liked a drink and smoked too much although he'd stopped smoking shortly before he became ill and checked out. He'd always chat when I saw him in the Pheasant especially about computer programming. Nice chap. I respected him as he did very well for himself as he came here as a penny less refugee. Next door to at No 4 was a small woman who lived with a tall chap who I believe was her brother or some relation. Never knew her name and we always referred to her as lipstick as she always had bright Crimson lips. One very windy day I happened to be looking out the front window. This was pre wheely bin times when you had a plastic 'drum' bin with a lightweight lid that clipped on. Anyway my bin blew over and the lid went rolling down the drive which as you may recall was very steep. Suddenly from seemingly nowhere, lipstick shot out, scooped up my bin lid and disappeared in her house with my lid. Later that day I knocked on her door and asked if I could have my bin lid she had kindly rescued. Denied flat out having it and slammed the door and refused to answer again. That evening I climbed her fence and retrieved my bin lid from outside her back door. Very odd. I loved living there. From upstairs front I could see Bestwood Lodge and beyond, Shipstones Star brewery with its illuminated red star and from the back Wollaton Hall perched on the Hill with the string of yellow street lights along the ring road at night. Perhaps not exactly a bella vista with rolling hills and a sea view but I loved it. Mr Fish at number 8 eventually passed away and the new neighbours let their trees grow out of control and the rear view largely went. We regularly had a fox and badgers in the garden as there was a badger set in the steep banking behind us where the land fell away to the old Woodyard. The garden was surprisingly large and south facing so I summer we got the sunrise to the left and setting to the right.

For various reasons over time the once lovely street became a shaddow of its former self and the area had numerous shootings and the drug squad raided a house on the Crescent that had been rented so we decided to leave. I was sad to go. From the garden I could see the roof of the house I'd been born in no more than 100 yards away but the Radford of my youth had evaporated but that's progress. Or maybe not.

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Yes, the gardens on the circular bit were massive. I loved it. Plus the very large garage at No4 housed my model railway which was good.

Great days.

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It was a cracking garage I agree. Brick built with a proper apex tiled roof. 

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On my visit to the area this week, I had a wander past the old Player's sites.

 

Paid a visit to St Peter's church.

 

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I can remember when this was full of higgledy piggledy graves, overgrown and ivy clad.  Now, it's a peaceful green space but, again, littered with rubbish. Clearly, also being used as overnight accommodation.

 

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The west door today.

 

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And on 25 June 1949. My parents' wedding. 70 years ago.

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Should make it law to have this painted on all UK pubs 

 

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Brilliant RR, possibly the best thing you've ever posted.  Whenever I got dragged kicking and screaming into the old  Dunelm, I'd admire that pub. Shame about the fag ends though.

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My wedding photo was taken on those steps of the West Door of St Peters, 44 soon to be 45 years ago. Notice on Jill's photo, how thousands of feet over the years have worn a hollow in the step. 

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And how some bugger couldn't be bothered to open both doors!    ;)

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Sign of the times Brew, not many churches left open unattended these days,

 

Rog

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Here's an even older wedding photo at St St Peter's. 1945. My father's cousin, Jean Bullough marrying Jack Sadler.

 

The Bulloughs lived on Alfreton Road in one of the Victorian villas which are now mainly flats and bedsits.  My great aunt Eva, older sister of the infamous Kate, is on the right. Next to her, my father's younger sister, Hilda. At 89, the only one still alive.

 

 

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Jill, I have really enjoyed reading your posts, and they are backed up with pictures which is great,  thankyou very much for bringing this thread back to life

 

Rog

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13 hours ago, Jill Sparrow said:

 

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I can remember when this was full of higgledy piggledy graves, overgrown and ivy clad.  Now, it's a peaceful green space but, again, littered with rubbish. Clearly, also being used as overnight accommodation.

 

11 hours ago, letsavagoo said:

My wedding photo was taken on those steps of the West Door of St Peters, 44 soon to be 45 years ago. Notice on Jill's photo, how thousands of feet over the years have worn a hollow in the step. 

 

Same place, the photo is around early 1900s, so closer to those memories than to the present day !

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In her early teens, my mother went to dances at the church hall and on the way home down Churchfield Lane, used to run past the graveyard. This was war time and blackout regulations were in force which would make the old graveyard even more eerie. I believe there was a legend that the churchyard was haunted by a cavalier, or a Royalist, to give the proper term.

 

The place was given a facelift in the early 70s, I think. There are still gravestones but these are embedded flat in the ground or ranged around the boundary walls. My grandmother attended this church and was a member of the Mother's Union. Her funeral took place here in 1947 but she's buried in Northern Cemetery. There are no family burials of mine at St Peter's.

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On 28 March 2019 at 1:26 PM, plantfit said:

Sign of the times Brew, not many churches left open unattended these days,

 

Rog

I think he may have meant only one side of the step has been worn down so the left hand door is mainly shut.

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On 3/28/2019 at 7:02 AM, Jill Sparrow said:

And on 25 June 1949. My parents' wedding. 70 years ago.

 

On 3/28/2019 at 8:16 AM, letsavagoo said:

My wedding photo was taken on those steps of the West Door of St Peters, 44 soon to be 45 years ago. Notice on Jill's photo, how thousands of feet over the years have worn a hollow in the step. 

 

On 3/28/2019 at 5:58 PM, Jill Sparrow said:

Here's an even older wedding photo at St St Peter's. 1945. My father's cousin, Jean Bullough marrying Jack Sadler.

 

And another wedding photo. My parents at the same location - St Peter's, Radford - in 1948.

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My Mar & Par St.Peters looks like they closed the doors once they'd got em outside, in case they pinched owt. 

 

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My Great Grandparents wedding Butler Terrace backyard Radford, get the peg rug out & few potted plants. 

 

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