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My sister kept her faith by that sort of reasoning, she said that the things she did not agree with would probably be altered to her way of thinking in the future. I could not do this and she died keeping her faith to the end. hazel

I found this post--well first it made me laugh then thinking deeper it made me angry' they did not deserve to be happy with their so called housekeepers after living a lie for years and pontificating to everyone else in the catholic church not to lead a life of sin. I can see why my brothers hated them and what they stood for hazel

Santa's just an invention made with the intention of giving gifts to the few but who's fooling who when Santa's gets all the attention I think that the young just agree and they know Santa to be just their Dad but don't want him to feel bad so they put mincepies under the tree hazel

I used to beleive in Santa when I was just an infanta But the passing years haxe confirmed my fears that santa is just a phanta hazel

My black doll called Topsy She had golden earings and a red and wihite scalf tied round her head. she was beautiful and I took her everywhere. hazel not sure how correct it would be now, but she was certainly well loved

I went to the methodist church hall i went with my friend as I recall My convent education restricted my application so I was sat with my back to the wall. You see I wanted to be part of the scene where boys and girls in their teens could meet together in spite of the weather and chose the boy of their dreams hazel

I think I saw it at the abbeydale hamlet around the 80's. hazel

Yes we would peg rugs. Any old clothes beyond wearing were cut into strips and used. We too used a pointed peg-- we were either to poor for the real thing or because during the war we had to make do and mend. My fingers had blisters with rhe sacking and my feet had chillblains through wearing wellies. We sat in front of the yorkshire range with feet on the rug as the rest of the floor covering was cold linolium. Our rugs were just multi coloured but some ladies made their rugs a work of art with beautiful patterns. I thought that the story of our lives were pegged into the rugs hazel

Remamber my Mom saying babies were fed Nestles milk let down with water. which must be over 70 years ago

I had my first baby in 1962 fed on Cow and Gate rusks, cereal and small tins of veg and meat and fruit etc. Best pud was a chocolate saurce in the tins. hazel

The Quatermass experiment. 1952/53 hazel

I wrote a poem about what X Factor does to me The X Factor X Factor viewing is a must It’s makes me feel just A little ashamed For the people named their ego so high they know not why they fail to impress and I must confess that I too have an inkling of doubt wondering what the show’s about Is it true That me and you Are really voting And promoting Our own choice Choosing the voice that wins the vital Pop Star title or is it fudged just prejudged hazel

The bouncer I remember was called Levet, I thought Harry. I met up with him years later at Art Classes and found it difficult to convert the older man into the young man I had occasionly danced with. hazel

All night dance remember, Can't recall the start time but was certainly light as I walked home shoeless 10-15 mins away, (plays havoc with the stocking feet) hazel

The Embassy not sure about thursdays tho There was always a band playing and a singer, don't think it was called a group this was later on. Records were played in the interval to which hardly any one danced. boys stood down one side- resplendent in their teddyboy suits- eyeing the girls who stood opposite. The suits were edged with velvet, lapels,pockets, cuffs. If they went to exstremes the suit would be peacock blue the coat reaching his knees. There was a couple who did the twist so brilliantly that everyone stood round them claping in time to the music, they were teds too and the boy had thick crepe shoes but my could he dance. I think the Teds left their bycycle chains at the door I never saw them inside :)but there were quite a few fights outside. Two doormen one was the dark haired one already mentioned who chatted all the girls up and I remember a light haired one as called Harry. hazel

I thought it meant a clip round the earole. hazel

I went to the Embassy when it first opened. I was 18 so must have opened in 1954, It was there that I went to my first all night dance with my cousin and for some reason I think that was the opening night As I remember it was a lovely dawn morning and I strolled home in love with life, stiletto heels dangling in one hand and the young man who had asked to take me home after the last waltz dangling on the other hand. I can still smell the heady perfume of the night scented stock, the delight of wearing a pretty dress, stilettoes and long earings which pinched like hell but no way was I taking them off. Shoes yes but earings never I had given my cousin the doorkey in case she arrived home first and there she was sitting on the steps key in hand and family dog not letting her in, hazel

Hi Texas I can't think why I used that library because it wasn't nearby, I probabley had a bad memory of going in the Surrey St one, as a child, where the librarian would inspect my hands and tell me to go home and wash them. I lived miles away so I spat on them and hoped for the best. hazel

They were borrowed and for some reason 2d comes to mind. I think I paid this amount to borrow one I went there when I was about 16 so I perhaps read Mills and Boone then but I'm sure there was more choice, hazel

Thank you for your good wishes There's time for you all to do what you're best at I didn''t start writing until I was 70 and now at 75 I feel I've left it a bit late but who knows what latant talents you have in you waiting to come out. hazel

Thanks Pattricia I sharpened my limericks with Redrobbo and Fareast long ago. Seems as if all that practice paid off Does Fareast still post? hazel

I seem to be achieving success with my limerick poems I guess I've been chosen it's true I'm one of the few having their poems in 'Ten of the Best' Now Ten of the Best is a book of poetry that has took the publishers eye and I'm not sure why but I can't believe my luck hazel

John was an 11+ boy and we had no money as children so everytime the 'christian' brothers kept him late after school, which was often, his bus pass was not accepted and he had to walk home. From Scott Rd to Intake. Bern351 He must have been there at the same time as you hazel

Hi Rob, Like Ruby I'm happy I loggd in today and saw your good news, You've done remarkably well, Will such a dry mouth keep a watch on the teeth as saliva contains an antibiotic and without this teeth seem more vunerable at least mine did. Love to you both, John must have been though the mill with every step off it. Love hazel :banana:

Yes I worked there for about 4 years I left in about 61. I too did the same routine as you. Week in the depot at Crookes and a week travelling. Great job when travelling. Did the rugby players at Oakam still give parties when we were there and did you go dancing in the Assembly Rooms Boston, very Jane Austen I thought. We would get letters arriving addressed to ' Nurse Blue eyes' and Bowley used to come down to our room to find who it was. We went to the Womens Institute at Broughton Astley where there was a (think it woud be called a midden) at the bottom of the garden which stank to high heaven and had 2 holes in a plank so you could sit side by side.! Was Dr Bowley still in charge then ? What I meant to ask is did you clean the needles that were in the solvent on the wet room windowsills. We did hazel