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Does anyone know what happened to Raymond Ward lived at 34 Cyclops street then on deep lane of Bellhouse Rd I think he will be in his 60s now brother of Mick 

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Sadly our old friend cat631 passed away last wednesday, RIP old friend, haven't heard anything about a funeral at this stage.

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7 hours ago, skippy said:

Sadly our old friend cat631 passed away last wednesday, RIP old friend, haven't heard anything about a funeral at this stage.

 

7 hours ago, skippy said:

Sadly our old friend cat631 passed away last wednesday, RIP old friend, haven't heard anything about a funeral at this stage.

It's so sad Trevor,lovely person was Ralph.

 

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Had only known  cat631  a relatively short time but exchanged e-mails and photos with him.  An interesting and valuable  contributor to this forum whose friendship I shall greatly miss. My condolences to his wife and family.

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Only spoke to Ralph  |Aspinall (cat631) 2 weeks before he died & he was fine then. He is a great loss to Grimesthorpe history.

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Ralph had just returned from a short holiday in Bournmouth with his wife and enjoyed the break according to the last email he sent me, we had been in touch since he joined this site, and we became good friends , he will be sadly missed by all that knew him.

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I went to school with Ralph and was in touch until recently. He will be missed by a lot of people. A real Grimesthorpe lad. RIP pal.

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On 23/03/2019 at 20:14, Frost said:

Does anyone know what happened to Raymond Ward lived at 34 Cyclops street then on deep lane of Bellhouse Rd I think he will be in his 60s now brother of Mick 

Hi Frost,its me,I'm ray ward.

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On 19/02/2019 at 17:52, jad279 said:

Nothing built on Cyclops St , I lived on Cyclops St in the same yard as the Allens and remember Norma very well 😎

What about the wards.

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Fond Memories, Used to live at 10 Moss Street, when there were still cobble stones, the tar used to bubble up in hot summers, left 1963 at the age of 10. Went to Owler lane and Grimesthorpe school. Remember the bicycle shop across from Grimesthorpe school that I always used to look into. Remember the large billboard at the end of Peter Street next to the road on the left leading to Moss Street across from that stone yard, used to sit on top of the billboard sometimes watching the buses go by, level with the top deck along with one Derek Goodwin.

 

Also remember one Ian Kitson who I played cricket with in the Grimesthorpe school yard, the wickets were where the large steps that lead up to those huts. Played cricket on that strip behind the works on Peter Street, the one covered in cinders, the “recreation ground”.

 

Remember the news paper shop at the bottom of Moss street where I used to get my Dandy and Beano from on Tuesdays and Thursdays I think It was, the fish/meat shop where they had bags of Conway mussels, the pub where my parents used to frequent at the bottom, the annual trips from the pub to Brid, Cleethorpes et. With the half crowns and five bobs when we got there along with some fruit.

Remember Frozen orange juice from Oldfields.

 

In that big old yard at the back of 10 Moss Street, every 5 Nov was a bonfire, arranged on the top of some corrugated iron, stood on house bricks, every now and then buckets of cold water had to be poured underneath to stop things melting, usually by a guy at the top of the yard, saw him once chasing the cat out of the house after it had got the family pet bird !.

 

At Christmas/ new year the mummers used to come round in the yard and do their play.

 

Here are some very old aerial photos of “Grimy”

 

https://britainfromabove.org.uk/en/search?keywords=grimesthorpe&country=england&year=all

 

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Coming from Upwell Lane in the 50's I made up this little poem of what we would have liked to have done, hope it makes you smile!!

1.  THE BOWLING GREEN WALL

When I was a lad at the top of our street
Stood a pub, the Old Bowling Green
And out the back, sitting on the grass
Was this marvellous, fantastic machine.

 

Made of concrete and steel but mainly of rust
It's colours had long disappeared
Majestically sat the rolling machine
That every kid hated and feared.

 

It had killed six lads, no seven, no eight
None of us were really that sure
My mate Mick who was a little bit thick
Told everyone he thought it was more.

 

To get to the machine was no mean feat
It meant climbing and scaling the wall 
With concrete and brick almost sixty feet thick
And standing half a mile tall.

 

Now standing at the end of the wall 
An old lamp post green and rusty
Bent in the middle but still standing tall
By heck it wasn't half dusty

 

We pulled ourselves up to the very top
And then swinging like on a trapeze
Flew over the wall to the soft ground below
With grass burns on our knees

 

We crawled through the bushes and trees
Taking care not to be seen
Till at last we came to an opening
Where we could see the marvellous machine.

 

"See that colour on the roller,
 what looks like paint, it's red
well it's not paint at all
it's where a kid hit the wall 
and the roller ran over his head."

 

Thick Mick said the kid was dead
And not only dead but flat
His mother came round dusted him down
And took him home for a mat.

 

We crawled on our knees to the mighty machine
Struggling for breath our eyes smarting
It wasn't the fear that made us feel sick
It was Mick, he couldn't stop farting.

 

At last we were there, all four brave boys
Mick touched it first and then his brother
A judder, a screech a frightening noise
All four of us diving for cover

 

It started to move slowly at first 
Rollers flattening the ground
All four jumped on, wanting it faster
Two rollers, eight legs, going round

 

We started to laugh 'cos we were winning
Towards the wall we steered
It gathered up speed, Warp factor 5
Kirk and Scotty would have cheered

 

Mick fell off and landed on his bum
The next to go was me
I could see the other two lads, legs going like mad
As the roller just missed a tree.

 

And then with a wallop a crash and a bang
It hit the wall, bricks and metal
It flew up in the air with dust all around
Which then began to settle.

 

We could see what we'd done and we started to run
A hole in the wall, roller shattered
Grounded for a week or a whack from your mam
Though Mick  didn't mind getting battered.

 

We all walked home arm in arm
We happy band of brothers
Not a care in the world what would happen to us
Being walloped  by dads or our mothers.

 

We'd won you see we'd won the day 
The roller had gone with the wall
Who could have thought that something so big
Could be conquered by someone so small

 

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18 hours ago, Jackvivian said:

Coming from Upwell Lane in the 50's I made up this little poem of what we would have liked to have done, hope it makes you smile!!

1.  THE BOWLING GREEN WALL

When I was a lad at the top of our street
Stood a pub, the Old Bowling Green
And out the back, sitting on the grass
Was this marvellous, fantastic machine.

 

Made of concrete and steel but mainly of rust
It's colours had long disappeared
Majestically sat the rolling machine
That every kid hated and feared.

 

It had killed six lads, no seven, no eight
None of us were really that sure
My mate Mick who was a little bit thick
Told everyone he thought it was more.

 

To get to the machine was no mean feat
It meant climbing and scaling the wall 
With concrete and brick almost sixty feet thick
And standing half a mile tall.

 

Now standing at the end of the wall 
An old lamp post green and rusty
Bent in the middle but still standing tall
By heck it wasn't half dusty

 

We pulled ourselves up to the very top
And then swinging like on a trapeze
Flew over the wall to the soft ground below
With grass burns on our knees

 

We crawled through the bushes and trees
Taking care not to be seen
Till at last we came to an opening
Where we could see the marvellous machine.

 

"See that colour on the roller,
 what looks like paint, it's red
well it's not paint at all
it's where a kid hit the wall 
and the roller ran over his head."

 

Thick Mick said the kid was dead
And not only dead but flat
His mother came round dusted him down
And took him home for a mat.

 

We crawled on our knees to the mighty machine
Struggling for breath our eyes smarting
It wasn't the fear that made us feel sick
It was Mick, he couldn't stop farting.

 

At last we were there, all four brave boys
Mick touched it first and then his brother
A judder, a screech a frightening noise
All four of us diving for cover

 

It started to move slowly at first 
Rollers flattening the ground
All four jumped on, wanting it faster
Two rollers, eight legs, going round

 

We started to laugh 'cos we were winning
Towards the wall we steered
It gathered up speed, Warp factor 5
Kirk and Scotty would have cheered

 

Mick fell off and landed on his bum
The next to go was me
I could see the other two lads, legs going like mad
As the roller just missed a tree.

 

And then with a wallop a crash and a bang
It hit the wall, bricks and metal
It flew up in the air with dust all around
Which then began to settle.

 

We could see what we'd done and we started to run
A hole in the wall, roller shattered
Grounded for a week or a whack from your mam
Though Mick  didn't mind getting battered.

 

We all walked home arm in arm
We happy band of brothers
Not a care in the world what would happen to us
Being walloped  by dads or our mothers.

 

We'd won you see we'd won the day 
The roller had gone with the wall
Who could have thought that something so big
Could be conquered by someone so small

 

Nice to see this thread again. Bumped into an old school mate yesterday Michelle seal her dad Frank had the tropical fish shop on Upwell Street now long gone 

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