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  1. Remembering Studio 7 in the Wicker! 1. I remember some occasions when I visited Studio 7 [see here and here]. I recall seeing Waterhole. James Coburn and Margaret Blye starred. -- I also recall seeing On Her Majesty’s Secret Service, with George Lazenby as James Bond. Me and mi latest bird had gotten up close and were sharing the contents of a box of Poppets… mouth to mouth. There was suddenly an ear-splitting din when Bond had just returned to his hotel room and was set upon in the dark. The shock the noise made us spill the rest of our Poppets all o’er t’flooer. -- Ref. Post 6. Jules et Jim sounds like an interesting film title for those in the know. LOL. To use my imagination, it sounds like an early World cup film (Jules Rim-et). LOL. -- 2. There were times when I went to Studio 7 on mi own too. I often borrowed mi Dad’s off-buff coloured rain coit when I went. It was creased-up, and greased-up and it made me look like and feel like … Frank Marker. Huh. -- 3. Ref Post 32. Bentley’s Car show room. It was once mentioned to me many moons ago that Bentley’s had a goose (or geese) to keep guard at the showroom instead of a dog. Could this be true, or is it a load of bull bobbar?
  2. When did the first Chinese Restaurant / chip shop open Here is a shot of Golden Tiger restaurant at the junction of London Road / Abbeydale Road. 1972. Its wedged ‘atween Highfield Library and Trinity Church. The scaffolded Royal Hotel is to the right. -- This photo is of London Road – Boston Street in 1972. Note the mandarin shrift on the sign attached to the amusement arcade. Was there possibly an upstairs Chinese restaurant? If so, what was it called? Suggestions: - Man King? - Ung Flung Dung? - Gung ho? TC Harrison’s far right, after Tiffany’s -- Ah’ve just discovered this, in this, in my extensive private library. Exactly where ‘Brenda’s’ now stands.
  3. Glossop Road Swimming Baths Here is summat that maybe of interest. Gerra wesh!
  4. Hackenthorpe and Zakes Part 63. Nah then Downsunder, Als, I have to agree with you on this one occasion... Lol. The following. I recall the Page's lived next door to the Darwents. The Page's were; Ken Page... father Keith... son Heather... daughter Glynis or Glennis... daughter Mrs Page i never met. It's possible Glennis/Glynis is older than Heather but definitely younger than Keith. Keith is about the age Downsunder quoted. The Townsend's lived a few doors further on. Sorry I.S. and G.T.
  5. Hackenthorpe and Zakes. Part 62. A Heartlighting View. Stephen George Anecdote No. 5. It was early Sunday morning, during the latter half of 1961. I’d etten my usual breakfast of Shredded Wheat, then I was ready to go out. As usual, I didn’t have a fixed-plan as to where I’d be going to. I almost always seemed to decide upon my destination once I was stood on the main pathway outside our house, on Carter Lodge Drive. __________________________________ Having laced and knotted my footwear items, I egressed our house. Having made sure to slam the door behind me, I soon reached the main path. Slamming the door behind me on Sunday mornings was a weekly ritual. If I didn’t have a peaceful lie-in, then I couldn’t see why others should have one. I had at times been tempted to lift our ribbed galvanized dustbin lid, then to crash it down onto the bin a dozen times or so, then run off, but I thought it would be overdoing it a bit. Let sleeping dogs lie. Strolling down Carter Lodge Rise, I had decided to go down to the Shirebrook River. I always enjoyed the walk down to the river. There was an earthy footpath all the way down. Once on the path, there was a rich golden field to the left, and one to the right. These two fields were wheat fields. On the edges of the path/fields grew Camomile, Poppies, and Shepherd’s-Purse… best to see between May, and early Ernting. The Camomile with its Daisy-like flowers, exuded a most powerful aroma. The red Poppies always seemed to dance in a gentle breeze. They reminded me of the girls at school… quite pretty really. The Shepherd’s-Purse had white flowers, the plant was sticky, and it had small seed pods. These pods would often stick to my woollen socks, and to my shoe laces. The nature lesson continues. On reaching the end of these two fields, there was a slight rise where two old stone gate posts stood. Any fool could see a gate had once hung from one of the posts (before my time). At the same spot there was also an almost fully collapsed small wall stretching the width of the two fields, replaced by a poorly planted small sturdy hedgerow. The hedgerwo was a ‘divide’ to the next two fields heading down towards the Shirebrook river. These two next fields were different to the first two, in that one of them (the left one) was a ryefield, the other a barley field. After the August harvesting, all four fields would produce the same produce the following year. Together, the four fields looked like a golden inland sea. At a guess, I guessed the fields would give up 5-score bushels of crop per acre. Next came a wide expanse of amny types of wild grasses, plants and also many types of wooden trees. At this point, the air was markedly cooler (even in summer) because I would be very close to the river. After the Shirebrook River, the lowest point of the walk, the path then steeply meandered upwards, to Wood’uss. _______________________________ However: On reaching the bottom of Carter Lodge Rise, I was now stood on Carr Forge Road. Directly across the road was a jennel (hard J) leading to the cornfields. The estimated length of the jennel was forty-foots. I had a change of heart (Christian Barnard and all that jazz) as regard to my destination. I now wanted to go to the massive expanse of Gorse bushes that grew behind Birley Spa Junior School, my school. Marching up Carr Forge Road, I soon bypassed Carr Forge Lane, situated to my left (I wasn’t walking backwards). On reaching the big curvy curve at the top of Carr Forge, I altered my mind once again. I decided to call at Stephen George’s house, on Carr Forge Mount, no. 19, to see (ask) if he was coming out to play… he came out to play. ________________________________ Having mooched around parts of the estate, Stephen an I, both aged almost 8, befound ourselves on Main Street. We were aimlessly ambling towards the heart of the village. On nearing Hackenthorpe Hall, we both heard the sound of voices, singing. The (un)melodic voices were the voices of boys. The singing was coming from the Methodist Church, that stood almost bang opposite the cottage abutting Hackenthorpe Hall. The cottage was in a bad state of disrepair, and I had played (adventured) inside it on a few occasions. I always did prefer the big grey/black stone buildings in Main Street, to the colour of the housing brickage of the estate. It seemed quite evident to Stephen and I, that choir practice was being practiced inside the church. Outside the church were heavy duty black railings (black-japanned), similar to the ones outside Hackenthorpe Hall. The church had large windows, with a big wooden door atween. The building was also in a slight ramshackle condition, but nowhere near as bad as the cottage. __________________________________ This next part is very vague, and I fear I may have got some details wrong. I am referring to the church interior. ___________________________________ After some gentle prodding from me, Stephen agreed to us going into the church. Once inside, we saw in the front of us a raised wooden oblong section, with steps (also wooden) going up both sides. The section looked not unsimilar to a dock in a court of law. In the section were boys (about 10 or so), stood singing hymns. The boys seemed to be between 2-6 years older than us two. Stood to our left was a man who seemed to be in charge. Another man was nearby hanging about on the sidelines. The loud singing, and the smell of dry-rot are the things I vividly remember. __________________________________ After the hymn had come to a close, the main man invited us both to join in. We weren’t sure, but with a little prompting we agreed. We took our places inside the ‘dock’, which was tiered. The tiering was 2, possibly 3 high, not unlike a stand at a football stadium. We sang several hymns, and it was most enjoyable to be able to sing out loud. The hymns were mainly the ones familiar to us both. Fight the good fight with all thy might. Onward Christian Soldiers. – (I never liked that one). All glory, laud, and honour. During: All things bright and beautiful (I liked the purple headed bit)… I began to deliberately sing some different words (to the hymn). As usual, in situations of naughtiness, Stephen’s face became rubicund. Stephen started to titter quietly, and I was half laughing, half singing. Some of the other boys glanced at us in a stern missbilligend way. When the singing practice was done, the main bloke beckoned us both down to him. He asked us if we had enjoyed ourselves. We yessed his inquiry. He smilingly told us that we would be most welcome to come on the following Sunday, but the giggling had to stop. We promised to be good Christians in seven days time. _________________________________ By the time next Sunday had arrived, the novelty of singing in church had worn off. It had seemed okay as a one-off. I felt that Stephen had felt the same way… but I was mistaken. Having answered the door, mi Mum screechingly informed me I had a visitor, it was Stephen… Blummin’ ‘eck! __________________________________ ‘Round twenty-odd minutes or so later, we arrived at the Methodist Church. We were slightly late, but the main bloke smiled, and seemed pleased to see us. We were then waved to our positions in the ‘dock’. With hymn-book in hand, we sang our hearts out. After having sung so sweetly through a couple of hymns, I just couldn’t resist being me. I once again started to sing the wrong words, and to la-la-la but this time we both broke out into uncontrollable giggles. The choir-master (main man) then demonstratingly beckoned us both down from the ‘dock’, then he pointed us both to the exit door. He was stood straight-backed like a drill-sergeant, and with the face reminiscent of an angry Madagascan puff-adder. It was wazzing it down outside. R.I.P. Stephen George. I will never forget you. ____________________________________ Footnote: The church was closed down not long after this. A new church had been built on Spa View Road, higher up the estate.
  6. Herdings County Primary School Was the school near to the site on this photo form 65ish?
  7. Gleadless Valley Secondary (Modern) School ('64-'65) Here is a photo from 1965ish.
  8. Ellesmere Road School, did you go there? Here is some info that may jog memories 1956
  9. Memories of Wigfalls Ref. Post 227. Val Brierley. I recall your Dad, Richard Brierley at Wigfalls Spital Hill shop. The shop was on the left going up from the Arches. Your Dad was the undermanager. I vaguely remember he sported brown wavyish hair and wore horn-rimmed specs. He and the Dreary manager wore smart dark suits. Your Dad sometimes wore a smart Tweed jacket and grey trousers with razor sharp creases. He looked a little like Paul Laidlaw from TV’s Bargain Hunt. The shop was badly lit and had a definite atmosphere of a funeral parlour, and the place smelled of pipe tobacco and dry-rot. The shop was the least modern of the Wigfalls shops, though the London rooad branch came a close second. I generally didn’t converse with the shop management, that was left to my driver Mick Headford who originated from Hastings. I always tried to avoid authority anyway. Spittal Hill was the only shop I can remember than never gave Mick and me a cuppa. The shop wasn’t a busy shop compared to the others. Wigfalls at Spital Hill was also the worst shop to deliver and collect from, because of parking problems. We used to have to park on Spital Street / Lane / Handley Street. Due to demolition of old buildings in that area (1971-1972ish), we had to lug televisions, Radiograms etc, over rubble and bricks sticking out at all angles. I remember on one cold snowy day, Mick and me, slipping onto our backsides while carrying a very heavy 26” screen (the largest at the time) telly with an enormous wooded cabinet. We were sat in the snow and bricks nursing the telly in our laps. LOL. There was another Wigfalls shop on the other side of Spital Hill but it didn’t sell televisions. It was near to the East House pub (Tetley) where a decade previous, a Somalian man went wild with a revolver killing three persons, and crippling another for life. I have often wondered if the Somalian bloke had been enraged by bad service on the part of Wigfalls. One never knowns. Ref. Post 218 – Sheff71 There was a Wigfalls shop on Main Road, Darnall. It was on the left, almost at the junction of main road Greenland Road. Over the junction (continuation of Main Road) was the Rose and Crown pub (Tetley). One day our van had a collision with a car (Mini). In the shopping precinct car park facing Main Road. The detailed info of this is in post 112. More info of Wigfalls to be found in post 65. Both posts are from me. -- At our depot (Bruce Works) on Mowbray Street, there was a bloke who we could speak with if we had any complaints, Harry Green, who lived at Frecheville, and often played cards in the BIrley Hotel (Stones). One Friday, Harry had overheard me getting all mardy about me being quartered (but not hung and drawn) due to me having been late clocking-in early in the week. I really shouldn’t have gotten ratty though, because I knew the rules. teenage tantrum. LOL. Harry advised me to wise(n) up. He told me that if I was going to be late in the future, just phone in from a phone-box, and tell the office people that I’d pulled me back, or some other injury / illness. That would then guarantee me getting fully paid for that day off. He did warn me though, not to pull the rick too often. LOL. Nice one Harry. -- Original poster – Alan Stepney. With all the info on this thread, together with the last time you posted…6-4-2008, I expect your book to be as thick as war and peace! Shake a leg, pal! Did you have a bruvver called Alex, who used to play for Millwall then Chelsea? Reply not expected.
  10. St Barnabas’ (Cecil Road) C.E. School. ’64-‘65 Here is a pic of your old school. Does anybody else have any memories?
  11. Settling an argument! Winstons. Nah then Stunmon, as I have plenty of time on my hands, here is Winstons from a different angle in 1974. If you have any further alleged arguments then feel free to ask me for photos, seeing that Hillsbro has been fired, and that’s a first. ---------- Post added 18-11-2017 at 21:53 ---------- Settling an argument! Winstons. Here are two more shots of Winstons. One shot is the same as the photo Mickyboy kindly put on, but slightly lower down the hill with different people. The second shot shows only half of the Winston shop, but highlights the café next-door, Paramount. Here and Here. 1973 and 1972. -- Padders mentioned the Paramount photo bought back memories for him. I wonder if he ever eated the speciality of the house. A doorstep sized Red & White streaky bacon sandwich, with a generous splodge of Red sauce. The sandwich then cut through with a very Sharp Blade-d knife. Yummy. -- I remember one of my visits to the Paramount during the early 70s. I had gone in for one of dem famous bacon sarnies, and a cuppa char. Whilst there, I got chatting to a female customer sat at the table next to the window. During our conversation, I noted we had the same interests (including sex) as each other. Having polished off my gut-busting doorstep sarnie, I wiped mi gob with one of those ultra-soft serviettes the Paramount always had. Suddenly, my co-conversationess grabbed me, and we were immediately locked in a wild passionate kiss. I was certainly not going to be complaining about the girl’s oral assault on me. After all, we both were on Snog Hill. This is a made-up story, a falsehood. LOL. Two much time on my hands (wrist).
  12. Albert Keates, Sheffield Organ Works Have any of you had any dealings with this company? Many years ago, my girlfriend and I were having a snag or two with ‘our’ organ. After much discussion, we decided to visit Keates, after a short inspection the sales woman at Keates assured us we didn’t need a new organ. Instead she gave a demonstration with the Electric Blowing Equipment which was quite good, but the Silent Blower did the trick. Job done. We had no further snags with the organ, although I did visit Keates on an often basis.
  13. Edwin Gowers and son. Grocers. Did any of you shop or work at Gowers? Mi Aunty Lily used to shop at the shop on Rural Lane on occasion
  14. The Sheffield Free Brewery Co Do any of you know where the site of this brewery was, and which pubs sold its beer?
  15. Hillfoot county school 64-65 Photo from 1968
  16. The Baltic bakery 1974 orchard street photo as said.
  17. Happy Birthday Joto. Happy birthday to you Joyce xxx. I know this greeting is late but all good things come slowly. LOL.
  18. W.A. Broom Bakers. Here is a photo of a Broom’s bakery shop. With the blind down in the window I presume it’s a Sunday, so don’t go dashing off for a looaf. LOL. I believe the pic is of Main Road Darnall. Can you see the tram in the foreground? What do you think to the Prussian blue and cream livery?
  19. Pond Street, 1975. 1. Does anybuddy remember seeing the sightless blind bloke, selling newspapers outside the ‘thrupenny bit’ shop, at Ponds Street bus station? He was stood in full-length, tightly belted greeny-grey gabardine cooat. He usually faced towards the distant Odeon picture palace, with the ‘You Are Here’ button-press thingumabob thing atween him and the Flicks. I often saw this man on Saturday evenings, with copies of the star tucked under one arm, with Green ‘Uns tucked under the other arm. His hands were as black as night, due to the handling of his papers, and also from the metal money he received from his customers. I felt sorry for him. -- 2. Brook Newsagents. Harold Brook, Sheffield born (thought I’d get that in first) had a few newsagent shops. I think I’ve been in the one on Howard Street, on the left going upwards, just below the Davy’s shop that made tasty tongue sandwiches… spot on with a spot of mustard. Another Brook’s paper shop was in a row of shops on Ridgeway Rooad, bang opposite Hollinsend park. Before playing football (jumpers for posts) on Sunday afternoons, we used to go into Brooks’s shop to buy, spice pop and consumption tubes. I always did enjoy playing football with a lit cig dangling from mi gob. Bobby Charlton, Billy Bremner, Alan Birchenall, Eddie McCreadie and Bryan Conlon smoked, I’ve seen ‘em do it. -- Harold Brook had earlier been a football player, playing for Sheffield United. He scored a goal in the original 7-3 Bouncing Day Massacre, against Sheffield wednesday in ‘1951-52’ season. The Blades missed a penalty in that game. In the return game at Hillsborough United won 3-1. Despite conceding 10 goals to United that season wednesday were promoted back to the top division…Derek Dooley scoring a boat-load of goals. United were promoted as champions the following season, with Harold Brook as skipper, and as captain. During Harold’s second spell at Bramall Lane he had a Sports goods shop on London Road. This was a joint venture with Jimmy Hagan. Despite rumours to the contrary, Harold Brook and Joe Shaw didn’t become business partners in a car-dealership called Brook-Shaw, in Union Street nor in Gibraltar Street. -- Harold Brook, during his career, had played for; Sheffield United Manchester United Queens Park Rangers Sheffield United – again Leeds United – he helped Leeds to promotion in 1956 Lincoln. ----- After his retirement from football Brook was a captain and president of Dore & Totley golf club -- Thanks for the memories Brooky, although I never got to see you play…mi Dad should have pushed harder, and more often. -- I stand to be corrected on any of the above, apart from the last sentence. LOL.
  20. Prince Edward County School Any Memories?
  21. Pipworth Road Secondary Modern School Any memorie?
  22. Brinsworth pre-fabs Ontarian, your assumption that I was coming (going) from Sheffield is correct it was the 24 bus I catched, it runned from Totley. At the time, I lived at Gleadless Townend and got the bus (24) in town. I had been on a number 24 bus before, when I went to Millhouses Lido in the early ‘60s. Mi Dad used to buy one of those child’s fishing nets on the end of a long cane. I’d spend the day in the sun, catching tidy tiddlers and sticky sticklebacks (bonne bouche) on toast with a spot of pepper. LOL), then I’d release them again. ---------------- On that dull day at Brinsworth all those years ago, I spent ages walking about looking for my venue of interview. Could it have been at Wood Lane? ---------------- Here are some bus timetables from mid-70s. 1 2 3 4 5a 5b ---------------- As regards to Catcliffe, I don’t think I’ve ever been theere. Ive heard it was in years gone by, scenic, serene and silent…All quiet on the Westonfront. Thanks Ontarian, I enjoy your well presented posts.
  23. King Edward VII school Glossop Road ‘64-‘65 Any memories?
  24. Gleadless Valley Secondary (Modern) school ‘64-‘65 Any memories?
  25. Who to replace Carlos Ref. original post-post 1. Oh deary me. HM with another of his Aaron-esque posts. Carlos is a well meaning man going through a tough time at the moment. I know that you, as an alleged Wednesday supporter will be feeling a little bit green-eyed at the moment. I can understand how you must feel with United being 4 wins, 1 draw, and 8 goals to boot, in front of ‘your’ team. A couple of front to front victories will soon have you singing…’Carlos is King’, ONCE again, mark my words. Get off Carlos’s case. The season is a marathon, even though United are sprinting like mad. LOL. ---------------- Glenn Hoddle, your choice replacement, advocates the ‘push and run’ system of play. ‘Push and run’ can be a successful way of playing, but only if you have the players skilful, capable, and willing enough to play it. I don’t believe the dork side of town players are good enough for this system. Not fitting in with the ‘push and run’ system, is a goal keeper who constantly hoofs the ball up the Messmo, for the cavalry to chase after. I personally don’t object to long-ball stuff, it often brings exiting action in the opponent’s penalty box. ---------------- Hoddle (on T.V) often comes out with a stream of clichés – buzz phrases like: ‘Picking the right pass’ – obviously. “being big mentally’ – obviously. Hoddle always refuses to be honest about England’s flaws, is he looking for a possible recall from the F.A.? If so, then he won’t be interested in managing wednesday. If Hoddle by a strange twist of fate, becomes wednesday manager, it would be because of something bad he’d done in an earlier life. Come on Eileen ---------------- If you want change at Gillesborough, get on the case of Sardine Sam about them Ipswich shirts ‘your’ team are wearing. Tell him you and ‘other’ wednesdayites want the original shirts back. Home shirts – blue and white stripes Away shirts – white and blue stripes Its tradition! Ask Alan 58, the bloke with the Ipswich shirt on his avatar. LOL. Footnote: Blades wear stripes…its tradition!
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