ArhLass

My great grandmother was a Glyn (Eliza), her father was Barnet Glyn they were of Irish descent, lived around Bailey Lane and the Croft’s in Sheffield late 1800’s early 1900’s

Mrs Hipsley! Looked like she had a cat curled up on the top of her head 😱

I went to the nursery school round the back of Shirecliffe school around 1961/1962. The teacher I can remember was miss paddling (or something similar). I do remember he being lovely and patient.

Sorry, bit late to this thread I worked at CG Carlisle on Capel Street in the mid 70’s we used to go to ‘Benny’s’ shop at the side of the Barrack Tavern for the breakfast sarnies. We used to try to get in before the lads at Doncaster’s or we’d be queueing for ages! Other memories are going into the Mason’s Arms at dinner time, having a couple of drinks in a 30 minute lunch break and then trying to be sensible in the afternoon - especially during the red hot summer of ‘76.

It was on Penrith Road just on from Shirecliffe tip, on the straight flat part before the the road bends and goes downhill towards Herries Road

Michaeljohn?

I went to the nursery school in the low White buildings in 1962, I can remember my teacher, Miss Paddling (I think), I remember playing outside at dinner time, coming back in through the door where a teacher would be stood with a bottle of cod liver oil and a spoon, giving each child a spoonful! Then we would have a nap on little camp beds with itchy blankets, happy memories. I didn't move up to the infants as we moved away, my cousins went to the junior school though and, eventually my boys went to the secondary school which was called Herries by then.

My dad was sent to Fairthorne as a very underweight and undernourished child, he remembered his time there as being very happy and very different to his inner city home.

I was born in Northern Gen and also lived in a house very near SWFC ground late 50's early 60's

Erm, I think the "wax" was the fat that rose to the surface, tasted lovely though!

1. Banana sandwiches 2. Potted dog and crisps (ready salted) 3. Cheese and piccalilli 4. Fish finger All on white bread with butter or Blueband margarine

Got more brass than a rag mans trumpet?

In our family 'our lass' is a wife or the blokes sister (aka 'siss') 'our old lass' is what the blokes call their mams when talking about them. (They get a skutch if they say it in front of their Mam!)

Themissus, the fact you are asking for strangers opinions suggests that you know the answer to your question but find it hard to take the next inevitable step. It will take an awfully big, constant effort to keep your self esteem and everything on an even keel each time he gets a text or picks his phone up, or is a bit late coming in etc etc Liars will always manipulate things so that YOU appear to be the unreasonable one should you complain about their behaviour. I would start making an escape plan..... Good Luck whatever you choose to do

I had a little wooden ironing board with a toy iron that had a lead and a big rubber sucker on the end to stick in the wall- 50 years later I feel like I've spent mi life ironing I think my friend had a Tressy - was that the one that you put a key in the back to make her hair grow?