jmdee

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

My memories of this are as follows: The sky, the preceding evening was a very unusual pink colour. I was working overtime, at Wigfalls in the T.V. service department, and had a view of this through the window alongside my bench. During the early morning hours, I was awakened by the wind, and the sound of dustbin lids, and other articles rolling around in the street outside our house. We lived in the New Parson Cross area of town, which was relatively untouched, in relation to the rest of the city. Next morning, the wind had dropped, and the worst I could see, were a few slates and miscellaneous pieces of debris in the street, along with a few T.V. aerials lying down on the roofs on houses nearby. The news was of course, full of the unfortunate people that had suffered injuries, or worse, houses damaged, and the effect on the bungalows, some of which had been totally destroyed. The next day at Wiggies, we were asked for volounteers to form crews to re-install the T.V. antennas that had been blown down. Along with others, I offered to help, and this provided a good source of income, as we were paid by the job, (about 10/- per, I think) and this carried on for six weeks before the work had been completed enough to allow Wiggies own antenna contractors to manage on their own. It seemed to me, the worst affected areas in general seemed to be Pitsmoor and Fir Vale. In these districts, we could climb uponto one end of a terraced row, and just walk along reinstalling the aerials as we went, and do up to 10 or 20 before having to get down off the roof. Must have cleared 500 quid over the six weeks, sure better than the 12 pounds a week I was earning QUOTE=cat631;1188646]Does anyone have any memories or experiences of the storm that hit Sheffield on the night of 16th February 1962? I went to work the next day as an apprentice electrician employed on the construction of the new Pond Street College. The tower crane was laid across the half constructed building and its counterweights had been caterpulted into the bus station. All the scaffolding was peeled from the structure like a banana skin.