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Steves car was delivered brand new and he offered to take to the races a few of us from the thread but it was all in the head and one of the passengers was you. we were talkng about going to York and as I remember you brought, a pork pie for a snack and on the way back you liberated a lost knife and fork. we let our imagination run free and so it was with great glee we all piled in Stevie's car didn't get very far Msbehaving, Redrobo and me. hazel ' Sorry to hear about your Dad'

Hi nobikejohn and red Thank you for the kind words said my spellings no better though in the wrong order my letters go so I'll not let things go to my head It was such great fun at the time I was almost talking in rhyme Suprasteve had a new car, we went racing (not far) it was good ---perhaps almost sublime hazel Love to you both :banana:

Hi Red you've not lost your skill with rhyming those words until they make the 5 lines which is the limerick sign that you are not yet over the hill. I remember the rhymes of the past when the limerick thread seemed vast imaginations ran free Steve, Msbehaving and me Redrobbo Fareast, least but not last. hazel

Thanks Kaimani What is 'ab' that is difficult? I'm pleased that you like it. I have now got used to this type of rhyming which when I read it aloud sounds good but others reading it don't stop in the right places. hazel

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Thanks LFT This was the first one I wrote I went to the City Hall today I’ll tell you about it if I may. we all went to town dressed in white, pink and brown silver shoes in a bag by the way. We decided to go on the bus Our O A Pensioners pass was enough to town we went free Vera, Celia and me. But Vera was lost in the rush we went to a tea dance you see The queue was as long as could be They all pushed to get there We hadn’t a prayer We were new and polite, us three. They were rushing to get the best table It wasn’t as if we were able To get there so quick Vera’s knee gave her gyp and I was almost disable. Celia’s bunion was duly inspected And Vera’s bandage knee was respected And my Parkinson’s shake Was not displayed for my sake And I think we went undetected. Before Vera strutted her stuff She had to pad the toes that were duff She wrapped them in foam Didn’t lower the tone She knew she had used just enough. The music then started to play And the couples they glided our way Celia was dancing with Vera And the songs were our era, but the big bands were only hearsay. Trevor and Betty were fun They danced round the room and were done After all they were older And Trevor a soldier Who fought in the war by gum.. Celia knew who was dancing with who Of partners there was only a few She watched a woman in pink Claim a spare man who I think I remember we spoke in the queue We met a lady dripping in gold She was shivering as if she was cold It wasn’t her scene She was new and not been To the City Hall dances of old.. As they danced the years rolled away And their bunions and knees were OK Their jiving was good Celia knew that she could Cos she learnt it at camp USA. All good things come to an end When we arrived we followed the trend About 10 flights of stairs We were caught unawares We were glad of the lift to ascend So we all went home on the bus The driver made a fuss of us We chattered away what a lovely day we are all about 70 plus hazel

The Cinema House was on Barkers Pool, I think opposite Mothercare now which then was The Regent or Gaument. I would have said I saw it earlier than 1959 though and at the Rex, but memories are deceiving. hazel

A New Start She woke early on New Years day, she stretched cautiously her body protesting painfully at every move. She was born when the New Year started many years ago. In fact more years than she wanted to remember and had already faced the fact that she was old, older than her siblings who had died off one after the other in recent years. How could they leave her she raged, but to no avail She prayed and bargained with God whom she had abandoned years ago and it was now Sod’s Law when at last she could have done with him around, he wasn’t there. She’d pledge to give up something she would miss, she would give up sin and chocolate flakes and lead a virtuous life if that’s what it took to stop this heartache. Well it would be no trouble being virtuous not having many chances to be otherwise at the moment, and she would be hypocritical to pretend it would be a big sacrifice. But the no chocolate flakes and walnut whips would be a wrench Perhaps He never had been there, she may have been right all these years and it was all a con --perhaps He didn’t exist after all she thought and there had never been any one listening. She thought of the vast machine of religion grinding on-- the Crusades, the Wars, the killing, the money, the pain of too many children and no money to feed them. No=-- He was probably having a bad hair day at the time of floods and earthquakes so called natural disasters ---with all that hair it can’t always be presentable Her thoughts rambled on --her sister had firmly believed that an after life existed and claimed she would be waiting for her at the pearly gates. What if you are not there I suggested, shall I mention your name to St Peter? She began the small movements that told her body it had a job to do i.e. get her out of bed to start a new day in fact start a New Year. First one leg appeared and touched the floor then the other, so far so good. Getting painfully to her feet she surveyed the debris of the night before with a jaundiced eye. She gave herself the luxury of a stretch and a scratch then poked the man in the other side of the bed. She glanced across and thought no it would be no trouble at all but she would miss the walnut whips. hazel .

So sorry to hear of your loss Tracy, I realised it must be your husband on seeing the tributes. So sudden and so young, life is so very unfair. hazel

The Tales of Vera Celia and me There was Vera and Celia and me You will have heard about us three We have been told to remember No dance til September We shall have to find new revelry Celia had bought a new frock Vera had shoes on the hock When they heard the news Back went the frock and the shoes And I suffered withdrawal and shock We would have to find pastures new Line dancing gave us a clue We would consider our ages look through yellow pages and cause havoc whatever we do. You see we are not the usual types Who go out looking for fights Who plunder and pillage And that just in the village We’re older and wiser, that’s right. hazel

I've written quite a saga of these about Vera Celia and me, not sure you would like too read them too. Vera Celia and me.

If we all invented the words that rhymed without being referred it would be easy peasy and no doubt quite fleasy to get the idea deferred I could let my imagination run free before this I could not agree but now with permission I can choose a dellition of Lear's nonsense rhymes for tea hazel

Well Christmas has come and gone And perhaps I'll be the one to wish a Happy New Year to all forummers on here with complements of the sea-son hazel

Do you mean Sheffield Smelting Company ? hazel

I know Vera Thompson who would be delighted to know of her school friends. hazel

I went to St Vincents School from about 1942 to 47, can't remember a Pat Burke there but there was a Pat Burke at Notre Dame. I made my way to school through Paradise Square and up Solly St, there was a lodgeing house on the corner of Solly St opposite the tram depot. Must have missed the handouts, but can't remember being hungry as your friend must have been. hazel

Is Corporation St near the river Don ? hazel

Most of my family are there my sons, my grandchildren they fare better in oz i'm sure that its cos snow where they live is quite rare hazel

CYMS Was it started May 1954 or 1854 ? hazel

Christmas is nearly here All my cards and presents I fear are still in the post I think that most will get them in the New Year hazel

It seems that I share with Jane it's not only a female name I have in common with her I shall have to confer and find out more of the same hazel

It's not easy knowing who's who whether male or female it's true it's almost a game with only a name to decide whether pink or blue. The ones I have down as girls with cascading golden curls turn out to be male quite a different tale not likely to give us a twirl hazel

Add to that a pearl necklace and stiletto shoes and the utter joy of being only21. hazel

Thanks Martin Just read it, I think in the first part the dates are wrong, 1900s instead of 1800s makes it a bit confusing. hazel

My Dad worked in the rolling mills that were by the side of the Don during the war. He worked shifts and when Sheffield was blitzed he was working nights. He said that the doors were locked and no one was let in or out, so he climbed out of the window and crossed the river Don to get home, walking through town at the height of the bombing. hazel