Hi there is there anyone out there in cyber-land who has lived or still does live in Grenoside . It was my childhood home before departing in 1965 as an emigrant to Melbourne Australia. I now live in Perth Australia but often think of the wonderful childhood memories i have of the lovely little village of Grenoside
I attended Grenoside primary and Junior and then for just half a year at Yewlane now known as Yewlands i think i also attended GFS along with church and sunday school at St Marks Church
if anyone is out thee i would love to chat with you about those days
Thx
Janet from down under

Try clicking on the link for Sheffield History and Expats part of SF - use the search button - there are quite a few threads about Greno.

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Hi there is there anyone out there in cyber-land who has lived or still does live in Grenoside . It was my childhood home before departing in 1965 as an emigrant to Melbourne Australia. I now live in Perth Australia but often think of the wonderful childhood memories i have of the lovely little village of Grenoside
I attended Grenoside primary and Junior and then for just half a year at Yewlane now known as Yewlands i think i also attended GFS along with church and sunday school at St Marks Church
if anyone is out thee i would love to chat with you about those days
Thx
Janet from down under

CLICK HERE (http://www.grenosidelocalhistory.co.uk/)

I lived in Grenoside from 1966 to 1996, an excellent village, I wonder what it's like now .......

Grenoside is one area in the north of the city that remains unchanged

It's okay, Greno. Why not, as well as placing memories here, post a few pix on Sheffield History? It's not easy to post pix on here, but you can on http://www.sheffieldhistory.co.uk/ and it will complement this site. I'll see out some pictures.

The Arctic Monkeys still pop in to the 'Arrow occasionally, 'cause the guy off the front of their first album (The Reverend's brother) is a reg'lar

Top Red was famous for serving 15 year olds back in the early 70s. Nice pint too!

Hi there is there anyone out there in cyber-land who has lived or still does live in Grenoside . It was my childhood home before departing in 1965 as an emigrant to Melbourne Australia. I now live in Perth Australia but often think of the wonderful childhood memories i have of the lovely little village of Grenoside
I attended Grenoside primary and Junior and then for just half a year at Yewlane now known as Yewlands i think i also attended GFS along with church and sunday school at St Marks Church
if anyone is out thee i would love to chat with you about those days
Thx
Janet from down under

You ought to send a few lines to Grenoside News, the parish magazine. E-mail janethoyle1@btinternet.com --then you might reach a few old friends and ask them to post some memories on here!

http://www.facebook.com/group.php?sid=e9c90f390f0f1a5f4c49881a940acd38&gid=2218944258#/group.php?gid=56603732371&ref=ts


Here is a link to a facebook group called We grew up in Foxhill, Grenoside and Parsons Cross, a great place to find your old friends , already 500 of us xx

Country Dancing in Grenoside

I was recently reminded of an annual event which had long since faded to the dark recesses of my mind.
From the ages of about 8 to 10, I was a member of our school’s (Tommy More’s) country dancing team.
In the early spring we would start rehearsing. We would traipse into the school hall every Tuesday morning, the girls a little more eagerly than the boys, and line up so that “Miss” could size us off, a bit like they do in the army. We would form into two rows, the girls in front, the boys standing gingerly behind. Whichever girl stood directly in front of you, was your partner, at least for that session. This was a traumatic moment. If it was the right girl you were walking on clouds for the next few hours, smiling like a goon. The wrong girl and – Oh dear, you were the subject of your mates’ mickey taking for the rest of that day and beyond.
For the initial sessions, the school’s music teacher played the piano as accompaniment, clanking away an a slightly out of tune Kemble, but closer to the day the school would get copies of the tunes on vinyl, and we danced along as these were played through the tinny horned speaker, “Nipper” conspicuous by his absence.
I can’t remember the titles of actual dances but they all had very rustic names like “Tumbledown Jig” and “Gypsy Promenade”, and consisted of moves like “Dip-Dive”, “Figure 8” and “Up and Double-Back”, terms which even now send a shudder down my spine. “Gay Gordon” of course didn’t have the connotations then that it does now, or we’d have never gotten through it.
These rehearsals would continue over a few weeks, and eventually we would get the hang of the moves, manage to stifle the ever present giggles, and eventually present some semblance of organised dance. One or two show offs (ahem!) would even try adding stylish swirls of their own, but these were quickly stamped on by “Miss”, not a great believer in individuality.
Then, one fine spring Saturday, we would head up to Greno, joined by teams from all the other “Ecclesfield and District” schools, Mansell, Monteney, Ecco, and all the kids with big foreheads from Lound. We would be dressed in white shirts, red ties, grey trousers (short, of course!) and white pumps. The girls wore white frocks and had red ribbons in their hair. The Village Green, behind the old chapel, was laid out so that the various troupes could line up in formation, with ropes dividing one section from the next. This was necessary as the “Morris Dancers” were also present, doing their usual stick-bashing and bottle-top waggling, and one school had a gymnastic display – riveting!
Having rehearsed to records, it always came as a big shock to find that the music on the day was being played live by a live brass band, and so the tempos were a bit different from those in our heads. We soon however got used to this, and at the opening “DA-DAAH!” from the band, we would bow to our partners and skip off to our proscribed routines, with “Miss’s” barked orders (“Up and Double Back!”, “Skip down the Aisle!” “Step and Hop, Step and HOP!!!”) Frittering through our tiny minds at a deadly pace.
I seem to remember the actual performance as being very enjoyable, heaving a collective sigh of relief when it was over. The applause from the locals was always jolly and enthusiastic, and we all bowed energetically, milking it for all we were worth. Some parents would be there (my own Mom usually showed up) but most kids were orphans for the day.
After performing, we were each given a voucher for a free Ice-Cream from the local Monfredi’s van, the mainstay of any summer outdoor event, and if we added an extra penny we got a “99”, covered in lovely gooey raspberry syrup. And of course, it didn’t matter if some spilt on your shirt, ‘cause the ordeal was now over.

I know it seems a bit "Heartbeat", but I can’t help think that in this current climate of knives and shootings, a short spell of “Country Dancing “would help smooth things over.

AAahh, them were the days……