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  1. In the 40's and 50s we learned a lot of life skills, from our elders. Shoe repairing, dying, woodworking, metal working, soldering, plumbing, darning, sewing, patching, knitting, gardening, cooking, baking, ginger beer making, wallpapering, painting, cement mixing, plastering, garden wall and fence building. Most of our toys were home made. Sledges, 4 wheelers, bagatelle boards, crib boards, kaleidascopes and many more. With a few tools, glues, sealants and stuff I can still do a lot of minor repairs around the house.
  2. I had a put together bike that only had one high gear cog on the back wheel. Hard work pedaling on the flat, and impossible to ride up even a small slope. Often wondered where and why it came from. Possibly a racing bike? We went through two stages "doing a bike up". First we loaded it up with fancy shiny new accessories from the bike shop, dynamoes, lucas lamps, a bell, mudguards, a carrier, pump, saddle bag, even a rear view mirror. And those cool transfers. Then, at some point we tried to lighten it, stripping it down to bare necessities. even taking off the front breaks. There was the little finger test, all our neighborhood bikes were subjected to. If you couldn't lift it off the ground with your little finger, it was too heavy! Kept us busy, I suppose!
  3. How about the infamous Wiggy's Royal? Not a cool bike at the time. We all wanted a Raleigh!
  4. Not much money around after the war, so we collected stuff that was free. Cigarette cards, bird's eggs (illegal now), shiny objects from magpie's nests, train spotting, and we all had a scrapbook. where we pasted newspaper and magazine photos that we thought would be gone forever, if we didn't save them to look back on. Lol And, of course the autograph book, where my aunt wrote on the first page, "By hook or by crook, I'll be first in this book!" My love was cigarette packages, and the search for them took us far and wide. A great source for the rare ones were the train stations where visitors up from London and far off places would drop them in the litter boxes. A platform ticket was a great investment, for train spotting too. A whole day of fun. Now it's so easy to collect digital images off the internet. I have all the main brands smoked in the 1940's. Each brand, like Players and Woodbines had many versions of their packets, all with slight and not easily spotted differences. I've managed to collect them all, except for the elusive Joy Stick, which has totally disappeared, apparently. My grandfather had a half dozen well worn books on his dresser that I read and reread as a kid. I managed to pick up the originals from boot sales, antique shops, and E Bay. I also have an almost complete collection of all the movies I saw at the Heeley Green, Palace, Coliseum and Carlton, from 10 years of cinema going twice a week. Including the shorts. My childhood memories still live!
  5. In polite company the were called "french letters". We called them the generic durex. But getting your first made to measure suit was a rite of passage for a young working lad. Got mine at 16 from Maclin's, top of the Wicker. First selecting the material, crumpled it up in your hand to see if it easily creased. Only ever having one suit, I chose charcoal grey. Took it outside to see how it looked in the sun, looked like medium grey, good enough for a day in Blackpool, then in the dark it looked black, good for the Locarno and City Hall. Then the measuring, then the 2 or three meticulous fittings, and in 3 or 4 weeks, bingo. Ordered extra pants, and glad I did, because that suit took me through some great teenage times!
  6. Where I am, we have a strict curfew from 5pm to 6am. Nobody allowed on the streets except cops and ambulances. I'm tired of home cooking, and I started thinking about what I grew up eating. With some pies, real fish and chips, custard tarts, etc. I wouldn't mind being curfewed for a year!
  7. I'm badly in need of a haircut, here! Are they still open?
  8. What's happening in Sheffield with the COVID19 restrictions? This ex pat would like to know! No fish 'n chips, No pork pies? No beer? No buses?
  9. Among others, those who do not have to take personal responsibility if things **** up?
  10. Imagine a new campus. The buildings are laid out. The spaces are filled with grass and trees, and flower beds. The walkways between them are geometrically paved, according to the approved plan. It is found that people will not restrict themselves to the walkways, and even ignore the ever present ominous "Do Not" signs, especially when it's raining. so muddy shortcuts are routinely made. The maintenance staff are permanently employed in replacing worn grass, flower beds and dying trees. Then imagine the same scenario, leaving out the walkways, just the grass. Eventually the worn walking routes become clear, and that's where they put the walkways, then the flower beds and trees, once and done. An example of top down planning by committee vs bottom up, common sense planning, by any experienced gardener.
  11. So they say! Lol No valet parking when I was there! "Sorry luv"! And no space to get anywhere near the door. Service vans, some double parked!
  12. Actually I'm a retired gent, living modestly in a small town on a beautiful Caribbean tropical island. The streets are packed with vendors selling everything from fresh fish, fresh fruit, fresh eggs, to kitchenware. Everywhere, happy, smiling optimistic faces. Every body says "Hola" when passing! I swim everyday, no need to drive, I can walk to the three palm fringed beaches, shops, and my favorite cantinas and restaurants in 15 minutes. Sandals, shorts and T shirt is all you need! May you each enjoy your own version of paradise! (As for the "cultured" part, thank you) But I spent my childhood in Heeley with a welfare mother, and no father. Left school at 15 My life was "planned" for me. The choices were down the mine, a construction site, the steel mill, or learn a trade. I chose a trade, and then chose another "plan". Get out of there at 20. Never looked back! Planning is good! If you get it right!
  13. I wouldn't be at all surprised, after reading their MANIFESTO on their web site! Lol Responses to insults allowed? Lol
  14. Not hate, just a rant! Lol Disappointment by what Sheffield could have been, and where it was going for the first 10 years after the war! Your much vaunted Meadowhall, (it's just a shopping mall fer chrissakes)) ill designed unsightly government drab buildings, and cheap arcades, with fairgrounds to keep folks happy, trundling trams are strictly 1970's Warsaw!
  15. Across 10 countries in Europe too, up to the Russian border, in 4 summers, Without GPS. All the major cities. Signs in different languages but all had clearly marked "El Centro" signs. Heavy traffic and delays there are normal and expected. Routine. As I said, it's about expectations, Rome comes to mind. On broad streets with no lane markers first one to the next light wins, but it works. On Sheffield train station. Drag two heavy suitcases up and down platform stairways, then told. "The 8.45 to London will now leave from platform...." On the train, nowhere to put the suitcases, and then another "sorry luv" apology, "The buffet car will not be open today due to......." No morning coffee for 3 hours or so. You have to love Sheffield a lot not to follow the "brain drain", like a lot of us did! It's home to a certain kind of mindset that will keep it where it is. "A planning meeting announced, ALL welcome". Lol
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