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I remember my mother buying Glitterwax during the war and making flowers on privet cuttings. Presumably there was not enough in the kitty to buy fresh flowers and she was not into gardening whilst my father was serving with the RAF in Iceland. Mike

Bread and pork dripping or beef dripping, (int' waar). Mike

Yes, I was into scraps. We always knew black pudding as black dag. Potted meat (not seen it since I left Sheffield) was known as potted dog. Sliced potatoes dipped in batter and fried were scallops. Rice pudding was Chinese wedding cake. There was a pub built into the old Corn Exchange before it was demolished, known as T' Manche, I think it was really called The Norfolk Arms or something like that. It was frequented by workers from the fruit and veg market. At school, Nether Edge Grammar we played a playground game known to us as "Finger, Thumb and Rusty Bum" a sort of an adaptation of leap frog. Mike

Yes, I remember togger, also grid for bicycle, mabs for marbles, causey edge for kerb, bread and scrape for an insubstantial snack. My dad, who was brought up in Wincobank had numerous odd expressions but I suspect he had made up most of them himself. Mike

In the 1950's there was the Carlton coffee bar and Marsden's milk bar next door to it. Both were owned by Marsdens the ice cream people from Crosspool. Mike

Was this Frank Ronksley at Nether Edge Grammar in the first half of the 1950's? If so we were in the same form. Mike

Chabby was in use in Richmond in the 50's. I was given to understand that it was made up from child and babby. My mother discouraged me from using the expression as she felt it was common!

It rings a bell but I can't say that I have any lasting memories of this product. Mike

Hi Manaman, Sorry that I never got around to answering your post of 5 years ago. Shortly after you left it, I had a near death experience which resulted in a 2 month stay in Papworth Hospital and extensive heart surgery. I completely forgot about this conversation and just happened to turn it up today whilst trawling the net. I hope all is well with you. In answer to your questions: Yes the farm was opposite Richmond Hall Road. Yes, I would have preferred to go to King Ted's. The Walk was to the bottom of Britton Hill. No, I don't remember the aircraft club. I was honouring my national service committment and found that I enjoyed the life. I stayed with it for 22 years. I saw Fred the Christmas before last when he called in to see me. He looked very fit and well, with a long white beard. Regards, Mike

I remember the "Cut The Callup" high up on the bank, overlooking Pond Street bus station. As far as I can recall, it remained there until the site was developed. It was beside the steps which ran up from Pond Street to the Junior Art Department - was it Tudor Street or Arundel Street or summat? I haven't lived in Sheffield for 55 years. Mike

Our first set was a Defiant bought from the B & C Co-op (own brand) in 1953. It was a 12" and was bought specifically to watch the coronation. The Co-op undertook delivery and installation of the aerial. It wasn't an "H" shaped aerial like most homes had at that time but a single diapole or "I" shaped one. Mike

I started at Woodthorpe Infants' in 1944 and left the juniors' in 1950 when I moved to Nether Edge Grammar. My teacher for all my time at the Junior's was Miss Edith Duncan, who later moved to take up the headship at Ellesmere Road. The head at the juniors' in my day was Mrs Batey. Mike

I took lessons in 1957 with a school in a shed on a bomb site at Moorhead. I think that was City School of Motoring but my memory grows dim. My instructor was a former Fletcher's Bread van driver but his name is shrouded in the mists of time. I recall that lessons cost 17/6d an hour then so the rate of inflation couldn't have been very high. The car was a Morris Minor Traveller. I also remember there being a school of motoring on a bomb site across from the bottom of Granville Road where it was all laid out with roads and traffic signs but that was too posh for me. Mike

Compliments of the Season to each and every one of you. Mike

I appreciate that Grappler and apologize for my ramblings; perhaps I should have stood by my favourite quotation, "better to remain silent and be thought a fool than to speak and remove all doubt". I never did come across what I considered to be a good Wards pub. It was a beer for which I never developed a taste. mike