Jemima B.

Most memorable concerts I saw, Bill Hayley, Buddy Holly, Eddie Cochran. The Everly Brothers. Slim Whitman. Johnie Dankworth. Cleo Lane Many years ago.

My husband saw his photo on the Firth Park website. Form 3a 1952-1953. He is on the front row,2 seats to the right of the form master.

I was a pupil at Hurlfield Grammar in the 50s. Classes were divided between the 2 main houses,Holt House and The Grange. The gym was a fairly new building as were the canteen and domestic science rooms.The science lab were in the old stables. I can remember ther was a mounting block in the courtyard of the stables. The music room was in the conservatory of Holt House. Ther was a large lawn outside which we were not allowed on,and a beautiful grassed bank leading up to the woods, which every spring was a blaze of colour when the crocus flowered. The head teachers name was Miss Reid,(Jane Penelope.) and the music teacher whose name I can"t remember played the Cello in the Halle Orchestra. flowered.

As a teenager I worked for Addsetts, they had icecream stalls at The Farm Grounds on Granville Road during the Fair. They also used to sell ice cream and drinks at the football matches and had sweet shops.

I lived on Manor Lane in the 50's, I can remember Billy's shop very well. He was always so cheerful.

My husband went to Firth Park Grammar School in the 50s.( It was then known locally as the red cap school.)He often talks about his teacher of Religious Instruction,I don't know what his proper name was but my husband and one of his friends always called him "Holy Joe."

I went to grammar school in the 50's. The list we used to get when sitting the 11+ included. Girls high school (girls only) Hurlfield Grammar school(later became Grange Grammar.) (girls only. City Grammar. (mixed school)High Storrs(mixed)Firth Park. (boys only) King Edwards.(boys only.)Notre Dame.(girls only) De la Salle.(boys only) Abbeydale(boys only.) That's all I can remember.

There was a Horsemeat shop on Spital Hill, near the herbalist shop. This was in the late 40's early 50's.

My mom used to tell me about when she was a child in the 20's, she lived in ladiesbridge(I think that's how you spell it). He schoolfriends father was the rector at Holy Trinity Church there, she said there were tunnels in the crypt of the church which were supposed to lead to the Manor Castle.I don't know if the church is still there. Might be worth a look if it is.

Hi. Skippy. I think the butcher was Billy Limb, my mom used to buy her meat from him, as for the tripe yard, watching how they used to prepare it put me off ever eating it. I can remember watching cricket matches on the field at the end of Petre Street. Do you remember the noise from the steel works at the top of the hill.

Having lived in W.A. for 40yrs I was pleasntly surprised to receive a parcel from a friend in Sheffield with Henderson's relish in it. It still tastes the same and was passed by customs so there were no problems

I remember the Butcher shop at the bottom of Carwood Road.I lived at 287 Petre Street,we moved in there in the winter of 1947, I remember the back yard was deep in snow for a long time.I also used to go to school at All Saints with a girl called Maureen whose Grandparents had a Tripe yard on Carwood Road. We left there in 1951 and moved to Birley Carr. I now live in Western Australia.

Sheffield City Hall in the 50's with concerts by Bill Haley. Buddy Holly. Duane Eddie. and also some of the big bands.

I can't remember the much about the blitz,only the the stories I was told. I was born in the middle of the the first big bombing raid on Sheffield. The night of Dec.12th 1940.My dad always used to tell the story of him being at Sheffield City General Hospital waiiting for the all clear, and looking decidedly weary,having travelled from his army base in the South to be there. He said he was so tired and nearlly asleep when a young Doctor saw him,he said the young man said to him you look like you could do with a stiff drink to which my dad agreed. Imagine his surprise when the Doctor procced to take him down to the hospital Doctors' sitting room and present him with a glass of milk.

My grandpa always told me that the day Hitler bombed the Marples was the day he lost the war