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  1. Hello Paloma, Very sorry to hear of your loss. It might have been the Frecheville Community Centre Vernon was referring too. Many groups/bands played there in the '60s. echo.
  2. Boy, AJS your post has brought back some fond memories for me. I was a Heeley child, but only for a few years. Born in Beauchief as the guns of WWII were being silenced but moved to Midhill Road shortly afterwards to be closer to both sets of grandparents. Went to Denby Street nursery, in the shadow of BDTBL and then to Heeley Bank school, infants 1950 -52, before my family moved further out to Gleadless. Recall playing in 'Horses' field and being severely reprimanded by my mum for wandering up there without telling her! Crashed my 3 wheeler bike into the wall outside the Coop when I didn't brake in time. The convent was always something of a mysterious place. I remember some of the shops on Ann's Road and especially the newsagents and greengrocers, the latter always had a coconut hung up which looked like a shrunken head to an impressionable youngster. I was also fascinated by the chip machine in the fish and chip shop at the bottom of the hill by Havelock Bridge. Whole spuds in and chips came flying out into a bucket. And talking of foodie delights there was Taggies; once tasted, never forgotten and forever hooked. Like most kids I spent many a happy hour in the local pictures; the Heeley Green, Coliseum and Palace. Even after we'd left Heeley, with family close by, I still visited many of the old places. They were simple and yet happy times. Looked back on with fondness. echo.
  3. I was born a Blade with parents who were avid United supporters. There was no choice in the matter! Dad was even the treasurer of the supporters' club in the '50s and received the customary clock as a retiring gift; which I still have. As a nipper I was taken home and away, usually on Jeffcock's coaches and sold programmes at BDTBL as a teenager. So my memories go back a long way as far as the Hagan, Brooks, Ringstead, Shaw and Burgin days and their promotion in 1952/3. Like most clubs we've had good times and bad, with some success but many disappointments but I've followed them , like all true supporters, come what may. Over the years we've had some very good managers, John Harris, Ian Porterfield, Dave Bassett and Neil Warnock come to mind but I can honestly say that what Chris Wilder and his team, which includes all the backroom staff, have achieved in 3 years is simply outstanding and eclipses everything that has gone before. It's even more remarkable when you consider the uneven financial field which exists in the modern game. Three years ago I wondered whether United would ever play again in the Premiership in my lifetime. Well here we are in the top tier once again. On Saturday I watched the match against Ipswich in Newark with 2 of my sons, a few other Blades fans and 3 magnanimous Wednesdayites. Yes they're not all bad lads! It's reported that afterwards CW was emotional at his and the teams' achievement. Well I have to admit he wasn't the only one. Thank you Chris and everyone at SUFC. Last Saturday you made my day and my year. These events don't come along that frequently so I'll enjoy it while I can. echo.
  4. Yes Padders, I think the 'fat lady' will be singing 'Nessun Dorma', or 'None shall sleep' because all Blades supporters will be restless tomorrow night either through pure elation at the thought of playing in the Premiership or despair at a golden opportunity passed by! echo.
  5. Brilliant. 3-0 up at half time. Fantastic result so far. Let's hope it stays that way! echo.
  6. That's just as I remember it Duffems. Left the city in '71 and needed a cement mixer to help with renovating our house. My Dad was a rep for Needhams Tyres in Cambridge Street and had contacts with many places including Hodkin & Jones. They fixed me up with a commercial mixer a couple of years old which was so heavy it snapped the spring on my trailer going round the corner at the far side of Havelock Bridge. Managed to get it home and it gave me many years of reliable service. echo.
  7. Hi jad279, I noticed that you mention the 'Georges'. Would one of the family be Derek? I know he lived on Grimethorpe Road. In 1969, just having split from a long time girlfriend, I spent a brief period with Derek and the gang of lads he used to knock around with. In that time I recall a trip to the east coast to somewhere like Anderby Creek, and sleeping in the sand dunes before visiting Mablethorpe the following day. Somewhere I have a photo taken on the seafront there. He was a good lad Derek and I always wondered what happened to him after our paths diverged some 50 years ago. echo.
  8. Not directly linked to Capt Phillips' story but very similar. Many moons ago in the 1970s my wife and I were visiting Whitby when we came across a rather impressive sailing ship berthed in the harbour. We got talking to the owner who was a miner at Kellingley Colliery and lived close by the pit. He told us that he'd built the concrete hulled boat in his front garden over several years and, once completed, he had to get it into the canal at the back of his house which was problematic until he begged a crane from the NCB which lifted it over the roof. From there he'd made his way along the Aire and Calder navigation and sailed via the Humber up to Whitby. Quite an achievement and you could tell he was proud. He asked whether we'd like a trip out to sea with him and we jumped at the opportunity. It was like spending a couple of hours on the set of the Onedin Line! The ship incidentally was called Gallower, which means a small horse or pit pony. Can't recall the captain's name but I always wonder what happened to him and his little pit pony, Gallower. echo.
  9. They shouldn't need any more incentive than to know a win will put them top of the Championship again, albeit just for a few hours...…. ……….but, of course, this is United we are talking about! echo.
  10. Sorry Bilge, can't help you there. I haven't been in the SU building since the '60s passed me by! echo.
  11. In the '60s the entrance to the students' union was via a footbridge from Brook Hill. You couldn't gain entry from Glossop Road. That bridge has disappeared over the years and now I see there's a subway from the Arts Tower side of the road. There are of course many more students at the Uni plus much busier roads nowadays as compared to way back then. As Annie B mentions the building has also been altered and extended. echo.
  12. Correct VR. The lower refectory was used in the '60s. I recall seeing, among others, the Swinging Blue Jeans, Manfred Mann and Johnny Kidd and the Pirates there. echo.
  13. Wow. Blades leading Villa 2-0 O'Connell and Duffy and currently third in the table! Make that 3-0, Norwood.
  14. A step in the right direction, 1-0 Blades, Duffy 5 mins. echo
  15. My first experience of writing came at infant school on a slate using a slate pencil. No different to Victorian times! Cursive 'joined up' handwriting exercises were the order of the day in the '40s and '50s. Biros and felt tips were something for the future and so we were given pencils in junior school and a piece of 6mm dowel with a nib on the end which they called 'a pen' when we reached secondary level. That was dipped in the ink well on your desk (remember the ink monitors?) and away we went. If you were lucky the pen had a usable nib but sometimes it had been used as a dart to be thrown into the wooden desk lid, in which case the nib was bent. Not a chance of any decent results. Another obstacle to overcome could have been that one of the miscreants in your class had slipped a bit of bicarb in the ink which resulted in an unholy mess on your page as soon as nib touched paper. We were given house points for excellent work and a stroke of the cane for every blot on the paper. Hard to believe, but true. Being reasonable at art I was often assigned the task of writing the day's lunch menu (or dinner as we call it in Yorkshire) out on a blackboard in italic writing using a piece of chisel pointed chalk. Best days of your life, some say! echo.
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