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  1. In the 60s when I worked at Newboulds Penistone Road Sheffield after cashing in putting next days order in finishing work each day it was across the road to the Victoria for a few relaxing pints!It was popular with all the driver-salesmen staff,a couple of which were minor celebrities Bobby Knutt for one and ex-Wednesday player Vin Kenny who was a real comic,he had us in stitches with his stories!At that time a good few of the salesmen were in groups playing the pubs and working mens clubs around Sheffield when they were in their heyday,you could watch live groups any night of the week just look in the Star and take your pick!I look back at those days with nostalgia there is nothing like it nowadays,I think I was lucky to have witnessed it all in my early twenties,and don,t forget the nightclub scene,you could see all the big stars live at the Cavendish,Fiesta ect.
  2. I used to catch the late bus outside the Black Swan for Middlewood Road I think it was 12-15 am after an evening at the Cavendish on Bank Street,this was late 60s!My memory must be going as I seem to recolect it being later at 1-15 am maybe someone could correct me,at that time you could get almost anywhere at a small expense on the bus system not like nowadays!
  3. Hi johnpm no I was educated in a fashion at Hillfoot County School 1948 to 1958 !
  4. Remembering as far back as I can,Odd things come back to me as I reminise such as having our milk delivered from a horse drawn milk cart ,from churn into jugs it must be in the forties,I remember we had no proper road just a track!.In the winter the puddles where epic wide and deep,I remember one time one of the Gratten girls from the large house in Wardsend Cemetery having a bloke give her a piggy back to get home from work!Also her brother Geoff wheeling two galvenised containers in a barrow to our house for water as they had neither electricity,gas or running water at the house!This was just after the war I,m guesing I would be around three years or so,I recollect the animals we had some fondly one not so much,he was a cockerall who bossed the top yard and he didn,t like me at all!Every time I showed my face he went for me,pecking my legs as I was still in short trousers,he squarked and kicked a right racket up no sir he didn,t like me!Another one was my pet,he was a jet black piglet who would fuss round me just like a puppy would,but this relationship was doomed to a sad ending that I didn,t think about at the time as all the animals were destined for the pot!He grew to an enormous size but still behaved tamely letting me ride on his back for as long as I liked!Then the day came for the demise of a select few pigs,I had been promised that mine would be spared so I did what I always did and went up to bed and put my head under the pillow so I couldn,t hear the gun go off,but I always did it made a big noise quite frightening!When I went round to the killing room I found out my pet had been dispatched just the same there is no sentiment I found out that day,I told my father what I thought of him and the farmer who came every time to do the killing I hated him !Years later what goes around comes around we heard the farmer commited suicide using the same gun!I will try to bring a few more memories if anyone is interested,I think something may spring up!
  5. Dads Goose,I don,t know if people have heard this about birds and poultry it,s that when a chick opens its eyes for the first time what it sees as far as he is concerned is its parent!This happened with a goose chick we hatched who happened to see my old man who the chick thought was his old man,it followed him everywhere and would only feed with him!It grew in no time all along never letting dad out of his sight!It would come in the house and sit on the floor at his side while dad had his meals at the table stroking the gooses head making him very happy,after breakfast every day my father would walk down the field to the footbridge over the river Don to clock in for work with the goose tagging along,at the steps dad would stroke him and go in to work the goose never taking his eyes off him until he was out of sight!He then waddled back home to join the other poultry!At dinner time a siren would sound which somehow just before the goose would be down the field waiting for my dad then up to the house for dinner,this repeated every mealtime for quite some time until the time came when all the smallholding had to go as the top yard was needed as a new roadway for the Power Station workers access to work!All the animals went bit by bit until only a few geese were left as they where better than guard dogs,but they had to go as the office ladies complained of them attacking them,we hung on to dads pet as long as possible until it was nearly Christmas when the inevitable happened and he was put down!I still have vivid memories of Christmas dinner that year Mum and Dad at the table the goose in the middle all four of us kids crying our eyes out refusing to eat our lost pet,my father was livid ,he was very unfeeling food was food to him but as kids things looked different to us,it was just after the war and rationing was still on so we were lucky really but it still upset us!
  6. Memory how far back?I was talking to my younger brother a while back about incidents that happened and he didn,t know what I was talking about!It occured to me then I had forgotten our age difference at least five years,so I tried to remember odd things as far back as I could!Now I think the first thing was true but I couldn,t swear to it,it was barrage balloons near the Power Station,the next I remember for sure was our place as a small holding!It was on two layers seperated by a dry stone wall,the top tier ran both sides of the gable end of the cottage!This was for the animals poultry at the top then long rabbit hutches containing twenty or more all destined for the pot,after this two large brick pig styes ,there was a few geese wandering about and a couple of goats!In front of the house was an old barn where a pony and a dray horse belonging to the steel drop hammer firm at the top of Liversey Street lodged!Old man Hollis would go down Dixon Lane to the Rag and Tag market, as you walked in a large building faced you,this was for the sale of young animals to rear,and where we would purchase a full litter of weaned piglets around eight or so!Arriving home the litter was split evenly and kept apart for the rest of their lives,they were exercised seperately ,one time a half grown litter got mixed up and it was pandemonium fighting and screaming even though they were siblings,pigs are territorial!One thing I do remember was rats,it was a constant battle to keep them down,to help we had three dogs and three cats,to this day I hate the things!they would chew through the back of the hutches to reach the baby rabbits,drag baby chicks through the wire on the cages!At night time we would take a torch and airgun to the pig styes,as you opened the half top door switched on the rats were running across the sleeping pigs backs,no matter how many we killed next night there were more replacements!I will get my thinking cap on for more memories if people are interested going back over seventy plus years before I fall off my perch!
  7. Grandad Hollis,not really my natural grandfather I called him that as a child,he lived in the cottage before us with his wife!He was a curmudgeon from way back,he was retired all the time I knew him and me being on my own a lot I hung around him because he spent a lot of time riding his pony and trap!He would take me along every so often to collect hay and feed for the animals from the merchant behind the White Buildings Hillsborough Corner!My favourite ride was to the Blacksmith situated at the bottom of the car park at the Admiral Rodney Loxley way,I can still remember the smell of the horseshoes burning into the animals hooves,while this went on old Hollis was knocking a few jars back in the pub to his hearts content!This certain day was not one of my happy memories,after the pony was shod and Hollis settled his bill we set off back home,he was in a happy mood for a change whistling and humming as we trotted along the beer was affecting him a bit,he was using too much whip scaring me so I told him to slow down which he did!Eventually we arrived at the bottom of Bradfield Road opposite the top of Livesey Street,he pulled up to check the traffic looking to his right he called"Are we alright --- ?" there was a tram coming round the corner near the Church,I called"No hold on there,s a tram"!He then whipped the pony ,it shot forward into the tram breaking its leg!.You can imagine the scene the poor pony whinneying ,women crying,men shouting,after a while the Police came took the pony into a billet yard examined it shut the gates then shot it!My dad turned up and gave Hollis a right rollicking ,Dad pulled the trap down to the cottage barn and parked it,that was the end of a bad bad day as far as I was concerned that poor pony!
  8. My Bruver Again,I was the oldest sibling of four consisting of my twin sisters and my younger brother,my sisters were not much trouble but he was a bit of a nuisance always doing something or other to infuriate dear old dad!When he comitted various escapades he never seemed to recieve any punishment it always descended on me the family whipping boy,such as smashing a window playing football that he had begged me to play with him as he was fed up!I remember fathers words"It,s your fault you should have stopped him",I struggled to get the logic in that statement as I would need to be telepathic to bring it off!Another favourite saying Dad had was "Leave him alone he,s only a baby" after he had done something really catastrophic,I swear he could get away with murder with our old man,any way back to mischief some times my Mother would need a few items from the shops and she didn,t want to drag me along so I was on looking after the house and sibling duty!Before she went I was threatened with all kinds of horrible punishment if the place was a mess on her return,I waved her off with a smile after promising to obey,as soon she was out of sight it was "Right you lot I want a drink of water"!I lined them up on their hands and knees and laid across their backs"Take me to the kitchen,they shuffled up to the sink"Pass me a drink"then back to the living room where I chucked all the cushions and furniture all over "Now tidy it up"after which I decided I wasn,t happy so I made them hold their hands out and strapped them with Dads razor sharpening belt,then I untidied the place again!This went on for ages and it sounds cruel but the kids loved it never telling the tale on mothers return to her pristine rooms none the wiser!Another thing the kids loved was Sunday bath night,after we were in our pyjamas we turned the light off making it pitch black walking slowly around with our arms in front until one of us ended up with a finger in the eye screaming which Dad heard opening the door sending us all to bed with a telling off,little things amuse little minds!
  9. My Bruver,when I was growing up kids of my age had to make their own entertainment as there was not a lot of cash flowing around!One thing a lot of us did was collecting things that didn,t cost much such as cigarette packets,matchboxes,beer drip mats and such!You would swop stuff as your collection grew,after a while when you had collected as much as you could you would switch to another item,Sci Fi ,western and horror comics until you just about had them all!In my case I started collecting foreign coins,all the kids at school knew this and they would bring coins to me to barter!I amassed quiet a collection that I kept in a large leather pouch stashed in my bedroom,I was proud as punch with it,that is until one summers evening as I sat outside chatting to my dad a police panda car pulled in our yard,sat in the back between two large policemen was my little innocent never did anything wrong brother!He had been caught at Owlerton Fair at the top of our street feeding the slots with my precious coin collection,the little swine had used nearly half of my begged borowed swopped and stolen collection up,lost forever!He got away with it with a rollicking from the police,nothing from dear old dad but a little physical therapy from me at a later date,that was the end of my collecting career I didn,t have the heart to continue,thanks to my brother although my wife says I,m still a hoarder to this day!
  10. Hey echo beach cross my heart I never have and its too late now anyway,its just a saying I picked up somewhere on my travels!
  11. Cricket Loverly Cricket!After I had been going to school a while my mother thought I was to be trusted to make the journey on my own,I can,t remember exactly what age but it was after my dissapearing acts had ceased to be a problem!In a morning I went to the Power Station timehouse where the man in charge would get me a lift from one of the coal lorries to Hillfoot School,they were running all through the day feeding the furnaces driving the turbines!That was no problem the trouble was coming back home at the end of school,because I used to wait on Club Mill Lane on a bend were the lorries would slow down allowing me to hang on the back,some of the other kids started copying and it got back to our cane happy sadist teachers with me getting the blame as per usual!Around about this time I fell out with school dinners which were delivered in aluminium thermal boxes daily,all the veg boiled to within an inch of its life,tasteless meat and horrid semolina for a finale!In the summertime it was cricket season which was very popular with all dear old dads mates and his gaffers so I arrived home famished ready to eat a horse between two breadvans to be greeted with all the house curtains shut the living room full of blokes smoking pipes and fags,it was like a Turkish brothel with the smoke!My mother waiting on everyone with tea and sarnies all staring at our 12"Bush b+w television at a test match or Yorkshire v somebody or other,after a struggle I found myself a few inches on the table to eat my dinner,bloody cricket,this went on all summer!In those days there were no portable tvs and our house was the nearest place for all the blokes to get their cricket fix,another memory of mine from 70years ago!
  12. Dads Workshop,My Father was the foreman joiner at NeepsendPower Station working out of his large workshop,he had every tool for his job you could think of positioned all along one wall and in cupboards below!In the middle of the shop was a large bench with a circular saw with large teeth capable of ripping down rough timber and logs into planks,one memory I have is at the back of the shop where there was a glue pot constantly on the boil like the olympic flame,it always seemed to be bubbling and boiling!Every time I visited there was always someone popping in and out drinking tea chewing the fat,different bosses all treat my dad with respect and he spoke to them just the same as the ordinary workmen !He seemed to spend a lot of time making clothes horses kiddies chairs sledges and things that I thought were nothing to do with electricity production,times were different in those days!Dads mate was called Ernest Clarke who one day had a bad experiance ,the circular saw was started to rip some timber like they did a hundred times before,it took a few minutes to get going similar to a plane propeller!Ernest fed the timber through chatting away when he went quiet, he shouted "Ben I,ve cut my thumb off",sure enough his thumb was on the bench!He had forgotten to use the timber piece they used at the end of the cut and left his thumb sticking out, the saw went straight through it,I was glad I wasn,t visiting that day!Another gruesome accident happened in one of the lift shafts that were being overhauled,notices were posted on every floor about the work and not to touch or go near the lift!A fitter was doing his job in the liftshaft when some idiot pressed a button,he was trapped between the lift and shaft pulling his neck out killing him!I don,t know the outcome of this I was too young and only remember the bad things it seems!
  13. Pay Day,Every week on a Thursday I think it was all the workmen at the Power Station queued all the way down the middle of the yard up to the time house for their wages! I was around 5years old when I noticed this ritual so I thought I would try my luck and join in,so I did, bit by bit the queue went down and I got closer to the window!When I got there the time clerk asked me what I wanted "My wages"said I",You,ll have to come next week!"said he,so off I went,until next week came along!When I reached the window he asked my name,I told him and he passed me a packet down full of pennies,threepenny bits a few tanners and halfpennies!It was like winning the pools to me,all the workmen had put bits and bobs of coins in I thought I was as rich as Rockerfeller!I was there every Thursday until some spoil sport informed me that I had to go to school and my pay day came to a very sad end,I haven,t got over it yet!
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