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Hi Pauline - shocked yet delighted to hear from you! Please get in touch - [email protected].

Hello again - sorry for the delay in getting back to you - yes Brian Porters sister was called Mavis.

Hi there - I’m sure you must be Pauline Clark - this is Elaine Turner that was. I do hope you are keeping well and would love to hear from you.

Hello there - my name is/was Elaine Turner and I am intrigued to know who you are. I realise that this is a response from 10 years ago but I would love to hear from you. You

Hello again ? (You have mentioned your siblings names but not your own). I was saddened to learn of your Dad’s passing so young. Your poor Mum having had to cope with Michael’s tragic accident followed by the loss of him too with such a young family to take care of must have been unbearable. Ironically enough you remember Tommy Justice - for only 3 or 4 weeks ago my cousin told me that he had recently died. I vaguely remember him as a fair haired lad - a bit of a rogue - with a somewhat formidable mother! However I then Googled “Tommy Justice Sheffield” ( I don’t for the life of me know why but I do tend to use Google a lot) and lo and behold there was his picture on “Memorygiving.com” stating that he had passed away in May aged 74 - just thought you might like to know that Minimo whatever your name is. Out of interest did you and your brothers go to Sharrow Lane School? I’ve a feeling somehow that you didn’t.

Hello again Minimo - how nice to hear from you again. I didn’t realise you had another brother and a sister - perhaps they were born after we had moved up to no.79 in 1951/52. I don’t recall the ginger haired brothers - again they probably moved in after we had moved up the road. An elderly lady by the name of Mrs Wilkinson took no. 54 after us and yes the F Turner you referred to was my lovely Dad Frank. My equally lovely Mum was Elsie. You ask about playing marbles on the cobbles in Club Garden Road? I know exactly the spot you are referring to - it was in the middle of the road outside Jowett’s pawnshop and as I mentioned in my earlier post marbles was a great source of income for me and that particular hole was my favourite! I took up crown green bowls in my 40’s and my Dad was convinced that it was my passion for marbles that guided me in that direction. I played for 28 years for both Todwick and Hillsborough. I am sorry to learn of David Rowan’s passing but pleased to hear that Carole is still with us. Please ask your sister to give my best love to Carole and to tell her that I still think of her fondly. To help with the time scale of things I was born in August 1942.

Hi there Minimo - we lived opposite you at no. 54 until I was 10 yrs old and the day your brother drowned is a dreadful memory that has stayed with me all my life. I remember the police arriving to tell your Dad the heartbreaking news and him coming outside so distraught to inform the neighbours of the tragic loss of his son. Everyone was in total shock and I as a child could not comprehend that a little boy could go away on holiday and never return and I know my mother had great difficulty in helping me deal with it. A sad sad day. On a lighter note - I remember Sydney Ward very well and as for Carol Rowan - a lovely sweet and gentle girl who was so close to her Mum who I always knew as Aunty Carrie. Oh the memories of childhood both happy and sad that stay with you and yet are always so good to share.

How right you are David - I was caned by that dreadful woman for talking - only I was not guilty! The difference between her and the kind and caring Mrs Middleton was vast and we were blessed to have her to have her teach us the following year if only to eradicate the terror of being taught by fear!!!

I’ve still got a New Testament awarded to me from the Happy Hour for being a good girl in not speaking and paying attention! Beat that!

Hi Alan - yes I do remember Happy Hour at the Methodist church on Cemetery Road. I went every Thursday night with finders crossed that it would be a “magic lantern” (they were slides projected on to a screen) usually about a poor little match girl or orphan Annie - either way they used to reduce me to tears but they were the nearest thing to a film we could get at that time. My God I sound like Methuselah now don’t I! The remainder of that verse you mentioned was “ all are welcome - seats are given free - and Sheffield’s Happy Hour is the place for me”. Mr Billington was the preacher at the time.

Hi David - I think I saw the reunion video on You Tube. Good to hear from you too.

Hi there Sharrowyank or Alan - yes I remember you and your family very well - in fact I remember your Mum being pregnant with you and how thrilled everyone was about it. I think there was a groove in the pavement between your house and your cousins down the road with the frequent daily trips made by your Mum and Aunt Doreen. I used to swap jigsaw puzzles with your Granny too. Happy days and happy memories!

Hi there all Lansdowners - I came across this forum purely by accident and what a day I've had! Talk about a trip down memory lane - I have been blown away with happy memories of brilliant people I shared my life with. My name is Elaine Turner and I lived at 54 - 79 and 85 respectively with my parents Frank and Elsie and my sisters Pat and Joyce. Now where do I start? Places first - Cheethams fish and chip shop on Cliffe Street - woe betide anyone who was behind me in the queue on Saturday lunchtime as I took orders for half the street to top up my spending money. Mrs Green's pastry shop - now there was a lovely lady who I hold very dear to my heart - everything she made was delicious from her chocolate lollies - cream cakes and oh those meat pies! When she started making them and word got around to Twist Drill and Neill's I remember never ending queues down the street and she was sold out in no time! However my magic moments were Saturday mornings when I was privileged to 'work' there and see it all happening earning the princely sum of a shilling (not bad for a ten year old!) She was a kind lady with two daughters who I only slightly remember but Michael - her son - I remember well. Then there was Robinsons shop - an open all hours establishment that sold everything bar the kitchen sink? Fanny - another lovely and amazing woman who was an inspiration to me - working until we all had to leave due to demolition and she would be well into her eighties then. She put her longevity down to having a guiness every day and by golly it worked because sometimes it would be well past nine o'clock when she closed. I would be sent each weekday evening for my Dad's packing up and a loaf and the clips around the ear I got for biting the corners off the loaf and sneaking a bit too much of the cooked meat came all too frequently. Her bachelor son Billy was a great guy too helping his mother all he could and always good for a laugh. Her daughter Fay lived just above us for a while and she was the first person we knew to have a tv - needless to say my sister and I were very good friends with Barbara her daughter!!! The Club Garden pub and Mason's Arms round the corner provided a social life for Mum and Dad and I can hear the gatherings now outside the pubs on Saturday nights singing well after closing time for thats what pubs were for then - a good old sing song! To me the folks on Lansdowne Road were the salt of the earth! Kids and Mums and Dads - here are just a few of those lovely people - Pauline Clark - my sister Pat's friend: her cousin Judith next door: Rosie Elliott and her Mum Jesse - both of them always running: Melvyn and Delyse Humphries: the Hooper family - Kitty Pauline and an older sister: Patsy Crawford then Janet Douglas who emigrated alone to Australia (brave girl): next door was my friend Janet Foster (who sadly died some 30 years ago) and her brother Les (he used to help me with my paper round) and whose parents Winnie and Eddie always made me so welcome. Mrs Foster could make a tea party out of bread and jam and their front room was the cosiest place on earth - especially in winter with a good fire and to top it all they had wall lights (a status symbol if ever there was one!) Glynn Hadfield was next and then the Baggott family - Hilary Jennifer and an older sister: on the other side of the road was Mavis Porter and her brother Brian - poor old Mavis (my sister Joyce's friend) was always getting a good hiding for one thing or another bless her: next door was the Allen family - Bernard and Doreen whose two young boys Michael and Stephen I absolutely adored - I was their baby sitter and I couldn't spend enough time with them in fact they were both asked to be page boys at my wedding and luckily for me I got Stephen to agree: next door I remember our postwoman Ginny Bradley's mum and we used to have card schools there on Sunday nights: the Websters were a little higher up - Margaret and Malcom their children were good friends: higher up the road were the Beardows - Arthur a really nice lad and his nephew (I think) Jimmy - if ever I have met a "Just William" character Jimmy Beardow was it - always in trouble and I'm sure often getting blamed for things he hadn't done but I loved him and would have adopted him as my little brother if I could! Finally that leaves the Bagshaws - two brothers - the eldest being Melvin who always wore a winning smile and you could not meet a nicer lad - his Dad a jaunty chap always wore a white flat cap I remember and the family moved to Skegness. I think it was for Melvin's health as he suffered breathing problems and sadly I learned sometime ago that he had passed away. The bottom half of the road I remember the Rowans - Carrie and Fred and their two children David and Carol: the Odales who suffered the tragedy of their son drowning whilst on holiday - my God that was heartbreaking! The Windleys - another lovely family whose daughter Jean was a close friend of my sister Pat: next came Mrs Jepson whose grandaughter Sandra Topliss was a friend of mine: further down the road came the Corbetts and across the road were the Naylors - Michael and a younger brother I think: then came the little sweet shop and above them in the yard were the Days - Lorraine and Rodney and the Kiplings - Sylvia and George who I knew well and their Dad was a pub pal of my Dad's. Mr and Mrs Booth lived in the same yard and as they didn't have any children they made lot of me taking me regularly to their tennis club - they made me feel so special bless them. The yard above were the Wilds: the Hollinsheads and their son Peter: Aunty Bella who had the fattest cat you have ever seen in you life (Mum used to trade our sweet rations with her for tea and sugar - which didn't go down very well with us three girls I can tell you!) The Gavaghans were also there - Nellie and her brothers and in the corner were the Hannimans - I remember Vera and Brenda very well - lovely young women. Others that played a part in my life were from Pearl Street - Betty Smedley: Joy Chapman: the Butler family with daughters Jeannie and Carol who were good friends of my sister Joyce and myself: then Georgie and Bett Lowe with their son Georgie came next with Bett's sister living next door: across from them were the Barton's with their three daughters - Judy - Wendy - and a younger one - a real fun family and their Mum especially made me laugh! When I think of all these people memories come flooding back: sledging on the cobbles and flying after Dad had greased the irons on our home made sledge and then my sister getting a good hiding for sledging in her new astrakhan gloves and putting them on the hob to dry out (utterly ruined!) - I can't remember if it was Pat or Joyce - I just thanked God it wasn't me! My greatest hobby was marbles - I loved it and was good at it too. Whenever possible I would take my oxo box full of marbles and set off to do business - selling them for four a penny then playing the purchaser and hopefully winning them back. My favourite hole was in the middle of the road outside Jowett's pawnbrokers and did that hole make me some money? On many an occasion my lovely Dad would take me on one side and whisper "Elaine lend us half a dollar while the weekend so I can go for a pint" and it was my greatest pleasure to oblige but before he left for the pub I got the same instruction "....... and don't tell your mother!" I also used to join a crowd and go and play on the logs - it was a storage yard across London Road and off Boston Street - however someone wasn't killed there I will never know because when I think back now it was so dangerous. Another great memory was marching with Georgie Ashton and his troupe of kids at election time singing "Vote vote vote for Mr Mulley - you can't vote for a better man etc" at the top of our voices. Oh happy days! I feel truly blessed for living where I lived then and with whom I shared my life for as they say in Yorkshire "There's nowt wrong wi reight folk" and the folks around me were as I have previously said - the salt of the earth!!!

Hello there - I will certainly forward you a copy of the small group photo I have - unfortunately my PC is playing up at the moment and refuses to communicate with my printer/scanner. However I will do that for you when it is sorted. I am curious now as to who you are so perhaps you will enlighten me as to your name and where you lived. Kind regards - Elaine Tame (nee Turner) PS I was really saddened to learn of David's untimely death - so tragic.

Hello there David France - I have just been contacted by my cousin Bob Hoyland to inform me of tomorrow's reunion and I very much hope to attend along with him and his elder brother Bill. My name was Elaine Turner and you were in my class and I remember you very well. I dug out only recently a school photo of several children in the infant's playground which i will bring with me. Unfortunately you are not on it but along with myself I remember Trevor Bingley David Roberts and Pamela Hague - perhaps you will be able to put names to the rest. Look forward very much to meeting folks again.