rincewind

I remember the infant school and the Junior school. I remember some pupils...Nancy Nicholson, Elspeth Barker,(These two used to chase me aronud the playground, and if they caught me, which they always did, they would sit on me and take it in turns to kiss me!!) Wendy Ellis,(who was my first love, though she might not know it!), Rosemary Turner, Tamara,(can't remember her surname). Teachers from the Junior /Infant school were: Miss Walker Miss Michael, (a real Harridan, used to throw me out of the the class at any opportunity.) Mr Ibbotson. A small guy with glasses. Mr Turville. My form master, tough, but willing to listen.. Miss Vickers, PE teacher. Mrs Turley, who loved to teach outside on the grass, and once took some of us for a ride in her sports car. (A yellow open top Spitfire, as I remember it)

My Dad's (Fred Mills, Joiner) uncle, Bill Nelson, was the head man,(I believe,) at the Botanical Gardens. He was on Radio Sheffield doing a kind of 'Gardeners Question Time'. Must have have been sometime in the 70's or 80's. When I google him, I get Bill Nelson the guitarist from Be Bop Deluxe! (One of of my favourite bands, and I still follow Bill now,) but not MY Bill. Does anyone know anything about him?

Would love to get in touch, after so many years..

Mosborough, We could do 11 pubs if we were up to it!

Mosborough, I remember we could do 11 pubs (If we were up to it)

Just behind the Bagshawe Arms was a wheelwrights workshop, with a forge, workshops, and the whole lot. Back in the 70's, my uncle used to build boats, and he was allowed to build them in Cyril's yard. Cyril and his sister Gwen, used to sell paraffin, and as I remember, they had no electricity in their house. Can anyone remember, or tell me what happened to all the tools etc. The place was a museum in itself before it was pulled down to build sheltered housing.

I grew up on Gleadless Valley, and can vaguely remember (when I was a kid in the 60's), the 'Nailies' when an old girl who owned the place used to to dish out Yorkshire puds and gravy with your Sunday pint. Can anyone help me to remember? There was also a row of lovely cottages running alongside the pub, which were pulled down to make way for 'the private houses.'

Hi, I'm a Sheffielder, but I live in Denmark, and am also a musician. I play folk music at festivals and birthdays etc. And I collect childrens songs from around the world. And, of course, I know many Danish, Swedish, Norwegian musicians who I'm sure would be happy to help. It should be possible via email..

We moved to Denmark about 7 yrs ago. Have worked as a boatbuilder in the North of Zeeland, and am now working for the Danish Red Cross, which is the best job I have ever had. We miss the social (pub) life in England, as it's non-existant here, and of course all the goodies that are made in Sheffield. The worst part about being here is that as a fluent Danish speaker, I realise that when I (eventually) leave Denmark, there is only really a couple of places in the world that Danish is spoken, so all the time and effort spent learning a really difficult language is a little bit wasted.

I remember Shipley, taught French, and before the quads were born, he use to come to school on an old lambretta scooter. Then after the birth he was on Calendar on the TV, and got loads of free stuff. I think even a new car.

Try making your own oatcakes, dead easy, but a little time consuming. Eat them toasted with melted cheese and bacon, the Staffordshire way.

I don't want to provoke an argument here, but I've also been down a lot of the old lead mines in the peaks, and I can imagine just what it was like on a freezing winter morning, going down the climbing shafts in a place like Knotlow for example, (just outside Monyash). The conditions were horrific and dangerous, when you see the way that the 'coffin levels' were cut, you realise how hard the work must have been. I don't know if it was harder in the lead mines or the coal mines..anyone know of any old lead miners?

I forgot, does anyone remember the long haired hippy type English teacher who arrived just as the school changed and accepted girls? Terry Gifford was his name.

Fred Rowley was a kind of part time sadist/music teacher. He used to belt us with a chair leg if we sang out of tune. I can remember the repercussions were dire after we put about 50 snails on the piano keys! Was'nt Mr.Shipley the french teacher whose wife had quadtruplets? I remember: Bertie Mee..he used to take us out into Derbyshire at the weekends, Fred Rowley, Holt the bolt, Tojo Askham, Keith Ibbertson, Dave Allen,(our form master), Spike Godfrey, Holmes, Hildred,(Both Art), Reddish, Lynn Stavely,Peter Dixon, (Head), Simpson,(Metalwork and TD), and I can't remember the name of the woodwork teacher..the guy with one shoulder higher than the other. Also can't remember the biology guy..looked a bit like a frog. Charlie Chaplain, English ( He had the fastest hand in the school, he could slap in the wink of an eye. Fred Barker was my favourite, a brilliant teacher who used to act out all the scenes that he described.

One of the best (and most impressive) things about Yorkshire is it's cave systems, hidden and mysterious. My favourite is Gaping Ghyll main chamber (qv), to stand right in the waterfall and it cascades from Leck Fell almost 400ft above is something never to be forgotten. (And I did it the hard way..not the winch)