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Uphill both ways too, I'll bet.

Anyone know David Parkin, lived on Adlington Rd in the 50's?

Don't know the date, but in the late 50's or early 60's there was a popular tune featuring this nursery rhyme. Just don't ask the group that sang it.

The beer off at the top of Blake St. in the 40's was run by the Whitehouses.

Be careful what you wish for. I bought my first car there, it got me as far as the Wicker before the gearbox dropped out of it. They didn't want to know me after that.

Being away from Sheffield for 40 odd years, the saddest thing to me is the disappearance of the spoken Sheffield accent. Seems everyone speaks like a displaced Londoner now.

Southey Green's annual trip was to Cleethorpes. I remember the coaches lined all the way up Southey Green Road. After arriving in Cleethorpes, we were forced to line up at a restaurant just off the promenade. There we were served an awful meal of fish and chips, then we were given, I think 2/6 in cash, and a bunch of tickets for the various funfair rides. A brown luggage type of label was attached to our clothing indicating our names, and who we were with, and we were let loose on Cleethorpes for a few hours. In all the years I went, I can't remember anyone getting lost, or even being late for the homeward journey.

Hate to think of myself being classed as an oldie, but I was all of 12 years old at the time. Our family went round to a relative's house on Chaucer to watch the proceedings on T.V. There must have been about 30 people, friends and family, crammed into the small living room, gathered around what must have been about a 14" set. I remember we had to walk about a mile, carrying chairs for each of us, and a contribution to the food, also, if memory serves it was raining. As for the actual broadcast, I don't remember much about it, I suppose it wasn't that important to we kids at the time. What it really meant was a day off school, and a souvenier pen knife.

Did her parents operate a fish and chip shop on Holme Lane?

Sorry, no one with the name Tansley on my list. There is however one listing on Jenkinson St., at number 29.

I think you are right on all counts. I know the cricket ground belonged to some steelworks or other, and Kitsons had a garage and cafe on the corner of Herries Rd and Penistone Rd. The cafe was later replaced by Bramalls scrap yard, who had a whole pile of scrap cars on the piece of land towards the 5 arches. Used to play in them when we were kids, imagining we were actually driving.

I bought an magnesium alloy framed plane kit from Redgates in the late 50's. It went together the same as the balsa wood type, but was much stronger of course.It was tissue wrapped, and coated in dope, again the same as the balsa kind. It was driven by an engine which I picked up second hand. After months of trying and failing to get the motor to start, I became so frustrated with the whole thing, I finally set fire to the plane and lobbed it out of an upstairs bedroom window. The magnesium frame caught fire, fueled by the tissue paper. and down she went. Now that was as impressive as anything you'd see on the movies.

Me too. From 1953 until 1967

Mine was a Vespa 125, cost 125 pounds from Ropers in 1958. Took me everywhere for two years, put 20,000 miles on it until I traded it, part exchange for a car. Car was a piece of junk, should have kept the Vespa

I remember it as a children's nursery school, if it's the same place. This was before the new church was built, the old one being more or less a wooden hut. The bricks for the new church were piled up on the land for may years before building got underway.

I have a copy of the register showing the enrollment of new infants starting in Sept. 1947. If anyone thinks they are on the list and would like a copy of their entry, send a p.m. to me and I'll forward a scan.

I believe this was 'hooking a rug' The tool was a metal hook with a closing lever. The hook was pushed through squares in the base fabric. The short pieces of wool were hooked, and looped by pulling the tool back through. Way back when, I was in Southey Green juniors, and when we were leaving for the senior or grammar schools, as a goodbye, thank you gift, we as a class made a rug this way for our english teacher, Miss Smith.

Our next door neighbours bought the first TV on our street. I remember going round to see Billy Bunter, but due to problems with the broadcast, we only got to see about half of it. There was a sign saying "normal service will be resumed as soon as possible" for the rest of the time. Bit of a disapointment for a bunch of neighbourhood kids.

Why the name liberty?

I hear the Star did a retro feature on the area around Neepsend a few weeks ago. Can anyone tell me how to access this?

I started smoking when I was about 14. Partly because my parents did, and partly to look cool. I started with Park Drive, then gradually progressed to Embassy, where I seemed to amass a huge number of their gift coupons. These were exchanged for a travelling rug (which we still have) and all kinds of other stuff (long gone). 16 years later, I hade a bet with a mate that on new years day 1972, we would both give them up, cold turkey, and the first to start again would pay the other $20.00 On the eve of the new year, heading off to bed, I thought I'd have my final fag. Brushing my teeth in the bathroom, I lay the just lit cigarette on the bathroom counter beside me. At this point the thing started to roll, and before I could catch it, it actually rolled right off the end on the counter, straight into the toilet. So I never did go out in a blaze of glory, more of a phtttt. I haven't touched one since, and yes I did win the bet. To those who say they could never quit, believe me, I used to think the same way, but I did, and actually once I had decided, it wasn't that difficult.

William Joyce was born in New York. As a child his family moved to Ireland, then at the age of 15 he and his family moved to London. Two weeks before the outbreak of WW2, he fled to Berlin, where he lived, working for the Nazi's until just before the end of the war. He moved to Hamburg to avoid the allies, but was shot and wounded in the leg in a forested area near Flensburg. On being captured and returned to London,he was tried and executed for his crimes. There seems to be no reference to him having lived in Sheffield.

Not really an annual camping trip, but we (10th. Sheffield, Mount Tabor) were regular visitors to Thorpe Hesley, just outside Chapeltown. Mostly weeekends, but occasionally for a week or so.

It's said, this was called the "threpenny lol" For three pence the homeless would sleep with their backs resting across a rope strung horizontally. When the time was due for them to hit the streets again, the rope would be released, causing them to fall backwards, and therefore wake up. True? I don't know.

That's one heck of a deal, I paid about 10 bob way back in the early 60's at BSM