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  1. When I lived there the chippy on the bottom of Myrtle Road was called 77 Sunset! Regards, Duffems
  2. Seeing these posts made me wonder how many of the "old posters" are still around but, maybe like myself only posting when it feels safe to do so! I joined SF in 2005 and posted frequently usually about Sheffield history/family research, never got involved in political squabbles etc. I also enjoyed the whimsical posts of folk like jabberwocky, Chairboy, Alcoblog and our dear departed Rossyrooney, their posts would make me laugh out loud. I was never banned or received a warning, it was all good clean fun and banter. Nowadays I look on here first thing in the morning and at times during the day but, I rarely post, it's all too political and controversial, I need light heartedness and friendliness in these hard times not fighting about who's right about left or right wing, colour, religion etc. So, all in all, how many SF long standing members are still around but, don't post? Regards, Duffems
  3. I used to live on Alexandra Road until I married in 1970, the Myrtle was my family's local. Eric and Ellen Staniforth were landlord and landlady with their children, 3 girls if I remember correctly. As a child I spent many happy hours in the back room with their children whilst the adults were in the pub. We attended the Coronation celebrations there in 1953 where there was a big party for the kids in the upstairs room. The family adults usually spent New Years Eve there whilst us kids were looked after at home then the adults would arrive in time for the letting in of the New Year. They came home carrying crates of beer between them, pop and crisps for the kids and we all had heaps of sandwiches, homemade pickles etc. whilst the party including neighbours continued until the early hours. My uncle arranged a charity "do" there in the upstairs rooms where there was a stage, lots of musical acts and a sort of pantomime, this was in the 50's. There was never any trouble, bad language or ill feeling in all the years I lived there from late 40's to 1970. Regards, Duffems
  4. I remember denlin from the days of curriechic and Rossyrooney (bless him). There used to be some very funny banter between everyone then, no back biting or insults flying around, it was all good clean fun. I look on here several times a day though I rarely post now, it's no where near as friendly as it used to be. Welcome back denlin. Regards, Duffems
  5. That day, we'd taken my grandparents out into Derbyshire to a pub we used to meet family .On the way back to Heeley coming down East Bank Road grandma said, "OOH, in't it a lovely sunset!" Granddad replied, "Tha silly bugger, t'int sunset, t'Lavers is on fire". Needless to say we had to drive down to Farm Road to confirm before we had a domestic in't back seat o't car". Regards, Duffems
  6. My grandfather Albert Norton worked at Dickinson's (Dickie's) as a dry stone fork grinder until his death in 1973. His father Frederick Arthur Norton used to employ men at the Sheffield Union Grinding Wheel Alma Street and I believe he transferred this business to Dickie's, I don't know what year. I remember going into Dickie's to see my grandfather working astride "his hoss" with sparks flying everywhere, no protective clothing, his arms were always covered in burns and he often got "motes" in his eyes. The windows at the back of the building where he worked were non existent, just as well because there were no extractors. The floor where he worked was accessed from what you'd describe as a fire escape, open metal treads. The day of his official retirement aged 65 came and went with no handshake, no bottle of booze just a request for him to continue as before but, with the benefit of working a few days a week which he did. He left on the Friday to go into hospital for an operation on the following Monday and he died some 2 months later on Christmas Eve 1973. The conditions our grandparents worked in were horrendous, I have no romantic views about the "good old days". Regards, Duffems
  7. Hi Patricia, I would suggest mixing some alpine grit with your normal garden soil or you could use garden centre compost but, you can use your existing soil. Drainage is important for a rockery, use grit, pebbles and garden soil, you don't necessarily need rich soil. The best plants in a rockery are alpines, heathers, aubretia, with the odd small conifer for a bit of height, phlox mainly planted in Spring but, alpines can be planted in the Autumn. Remember to provide good drainage hence the grit, rock plants don't like to sit in water. Don't be too neat and tidy with the planting, ad hoc looks best with a rockery and, once they start establishing you can separate them and plug empty holes. Also put some grit around the plants, it helps drainage so that the leaves don't sit in water. Hope this helps. Regards, Duffems
  8. Thank you cressida, it's much appreciated. I was thinking about bassett one's question and trying to think how I could sum it all up and the thing which springs to mind most is "peace of mind". To be able to go outside without fear of contracting the dreaded virus, to be able to work, enjoy family life, meet my 94 year old mother, visit my grandchildren, the list is endless but, it all boils down to the fact that none of us have "peace of mind" to do any of this. The thought of going back to when I was a child with my thrupenny bit in my hand to choose my penny chews, Blackjacks, Arrow bar etc., no threats, no fears, no worries because I could with "peace of mind". Regards, Duffems
  9. Thanks Patricia. I very rarely post on here now having been a member since 2005. When I first started my family history research, this was a good site to find local information and share local memories mainly Heeley/Meersbrook hence the Duffems name, it was an old term used to denote where you were from. It used to be a light-hearted experience coming on here with the likes of Jabberwocky, Denlin, Rossy-rooney etc. but, those days are gone. The debates which take place on SF are akin to the parliamentary arguments and so hostile. I look on here several times a day but I only post when I feel strongly enough about a subject and the post raised by bassett one made me want to sign in to comment. I'm sure I'm not alone in missing so many things, you folks will also have many personal anecdotes of things you miss. Regards, Duffems
  10. My uncle Fred Norton worked for Burdalls 1950's/60's, he drove a dark green A35 van which was loaded with samples such as cards of sticking plasters/bandages as well as gravy salt and other Burdall products. His job was termed "rep" as was a common name for sellers in those days. He had a strict regime of completely emptying the van at the weekend, cleaning it and putting everything back, I got the job of helping for 1 shilling which was a lot! Prior to this he'd been a pub landlord and he was still in the RAF as a reserve. Jobs were easy to come by and I guess working for Burdalls was one such job. Regards, Duffems
  11. To go to bed to be able to sleep, to get up in the morning after a proper night's sleep and not fear the news about the things out of our control. To watch T.V. programmes which don't contain scenes of violence, foul language, sex, selfishness and greed. I miss optimism, hope, kindness and love. Peace of mind is the thing I miss most. Regards, Duffems
  12. Hi johnpm, I don't know where his medals are either. He was one of 11 children to my great grandparents Frederick Arthur and Ada Norton and was closest in age to my grandfather Albert born 1900. I lived with my grandfather until I married and he spoke very fondly of the brother he missed but, he didn't have his medals or the plaque. My mum who's now 94 has never seen it even though she visited her Norton relatives often. I suspect it was misplaced when my great grandmother died in 1944 and her belongings were divided up according to her will which I have, it isn't mentioned in that will. This is why I asked if there are any sites which advertise these articles so that relatives can purchase them to come back into the family. Thanks for your suggestions. Regards, Duffems
  13. sadbrewer, Yes that's my great uncle who my grandfather spoke very fondly of being nearest in age to him. I've been in touch with other family members I know of through family history research and none of them have this plaque and no-one has a photo of him either, sad not to have some evidence of him. His name is inscribed on our Norton family grave at Norton Cemetery which is his parents' grave. Thanks for the newspaper cutting. Regards, Duffems
  14. Without having to trawl through E-Bay does anyone know of a site/seller who lists WW1 Memorial Plaques/death pennies which were awarded to families of servicemen killed in WW1? My great uncle Harold Norton was killed in WW1 and I assume that there would have been a plaque given to his parents who I know travelled to visit his grave in Belgium after the war. It's sad that these personal mementoes finish up in the hands of people making profit out of something which will probably have gone astray during house clearances etc. Regards, Duffems
  15. The triangular lollies were called "joysticks" (shaped like a Toblerone) in a cardboard cover, you pushed them up to eat them. The lollies which had a line down the centre had 2 sticks on the bottom so they could be broken in half if you couldn't afford a whole one. At Carfield School we could buy the double lollies at lunch time, a whole lolly was 3d, half was 1penny ha'penny! Regards, Duffems
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