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When you think back in time you are forced to have both good and bad memories!,of course you tend to forget the bad times and only remember the good!.Remember the sunny days not the dull and dismal,its human nature!.In my case I enjoyed my childhood we never went without the essentials ,we didn ,t have luxuries and didn,t care as long as we had all day to mess about and play !.There were no video games,mobile phones we didn,t have a tv until I was around ten or so only the radio,the only thing I wasn,t fond of was our old boy he was a tad on the strict side with me especially and a grumpy old get in general!.Nowadays he would be considered a caring parent when I think back he must have thought what he had done to deserve being my father as I was a little sod always in bother!.I digress my best memories are the sixties,in 1960 I was 17years old and in my prime,I had a good job a pocket full of cash my own car!,plenty of girlfriends and mates!.It was the swinging 60s the music was evolving from the old crap dished up on the radio,rock and roll was in ,there was entertainment all over Sheffield every night somewhere or other and we enjoyed it all it was a great time to be alive!.Anyway I lasted as a single until 1965 when I was married to my present beautiful wife,we didn,t have to marry we could have waited a week!.Anyway that's enough of me what were your best memories you old Sheffield Forumers ?lets be knowing!.
 

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lathkildale,monsal head,the sidewalk,the nelson dive bar,the raven and the ocelot.!!!!all came to mind without thinking!

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A night at the Jigsaw disco at the Marquis of Granby  , then up to the station with your mates to catch the early morning train back to the Midland station .

Great times.

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Ten year old lad playing footie for grimesthorpe school in sanderson trophy semi-final replay at brown bailey sports ground ! nil nil after extra time.toss of coin to see who gets through to the final. Gary Parker calls heads and its heads ! we are through ,i look for my dad and he's running straight for me,throws me up in the air,and thankfully catches me !! that was 52yrs ago and still fresh as a daisy in my minds eye.

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Hello Old tup,

I calculate that you were born at a time when German bombs may have been raining down on the steel city. 

 

I like to hear the remenissing from people like your good self. 

 

I am guessing that you left school about aged 15 back then. Can I ask you what your first jobs were?  You would have started your working life when the Sheffield steelworks was thriving. Were you part of this?

 

When I left school in 1977 in the Dearne  area most of the lads headed for the pits. I was fortunate in that I got a job in the steelworks 2 weeks after leaving school.

 

It was basically the only job I had-not counting the 2 week moonlighter I did during the 13 week steel strike of 1980.

 

The older guys I worked with would  remenis about places they had worked previously-Sammy fox's, places on Weedon street etc.  It's possible you worked along side them. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Hi Janus ,I was born February 1943 as you calculate when the bombs were falling on Sheffield,we lived almost at the side of a prime target the Neepsend Power Station where my dad worked,I remember vaguely the huge barrage balloons around the place!.I left school at 16 yrs Easter 1959,first job drivers mate at a soft drinks manufacturer for a few months,this job started me smoking and drinking!.Every drop was to pubs and working mens clubs after delivering the goods we had the choice of 10 fags or a pint,it was a sight to see me wobbling all over the place on my bike going home every day after work!.Next job the W A Brooms {Don Bakery} who saw I was a prospect for a wholesale salesman,they trained me and I had my own "journey"in quick time!.This place has fond memories for me everyone from the management down got on together we all socialised and were friends,it  ended when they sold out to Newboulds  {Sunblest} and we moved to Penistone Road Hillsborough!.I got the push there through my own fault taking time off without asking!.I then progressed to the Express Dairies the worst job ever 7days a week I was miserable lost weight tired all the time,so I went back on the wholesale bread job at Vere and Sons Rotherham!.I enjoyed working for them  staying until they made bad financial decisions leading to them going under around 1979,I managed to be set on at Fletchers Bakeries Claywheels  Lane until

my retirement ,the last 10 years of which I changed over from sales to a HGV class 1 for them traveling the country at their expense!.I liked this job so much that after retiring I got set on at an agency for another 3yrs until I spotted how much the taxman was taking off me then I threw the towel in!
 

 


 

 

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Hi Bothemlad , i remember the Sanderson Trophy matches , didnt we win with a goal from Dave Green as i remember the headline GREEN FOR DANGER.

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On 12/24/2018 at 1:56 PM, jad279 said:

Hi Bothemlad , i remember the Sanderson Trophy matches , didnt we win with a goal from Dave Green as i remember the headline GREEN FOR DANGER.

Correct old boy!! Those couple of hired buses packed out with kids,taking us all to the final,and semi's.

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Damming streams, climbing trees, looking for creepy-crawlies, pond dipping, my Dinky/Corgi/Spot-on/Hornby toys …. but best of all... the days I never got a beating.

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On 12/24/2018 at 11:12 AM, old tup said:

Hi Janus ,I was born February 1943 as you calculate when the bombs were falling on Sheffield,we lived almost at the side of a prime target the Neepsend Power Station where my dad worked,I remember 

I know Neepsend  a little bit. What year was the power station demolished, and whereabouts on Neepsend was it located?

 

Was it anywhere near where that large sub station is now?  I am assuming the sub station is part of Neepsend although it's probably a quarter of a mile further on-sort of behind them posh car dealerships on the right hand side if you are facing away from town.

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The power station was demolished around 1976 time,our old cottage was situated right on the bend at the bottom of Liversey Street where the substation is now!.It was a paradise for kids we had two yards one higher than the other that at one end away from the house we had two pig sties holding around twelve porkers,next to them was a large rabbit hutch with between 30 or 40 bunnies all destined for the pot!.We had 4 goats and 6 geese numerous chickens and a very nasty cockerall who didn,t like me at all attacking my legs every time I ventured on his kingdom,in front of the house was a barn housing a large carthorse we boarded for the steel works at the corner of Penistone Road and Liversey Street!.Also we had a pony and trap for Grandpa Hollis to visit various public houses far and wide,I forgot to mention the three dogs and three cats to keep the rat population down,I loved it as a kid running wild playing with the animals,we had no neighbors the nearest were the Grattans who lived in Wardsend Cemetery as caretakers and gravediggers!.Neepsend Power Station was across the river from us about a quarter mile maybe more after crossing the cricket pitch and soccer ground and tennis courts on your right past the pavilion over the footbridge into the main gate!.Thats it the guided tour!.

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On 12/22/2018 at 5:03 PM, dsweetman said:

lathkildale,monsal head,the sidewalk,the nelson dive bar,the raven and the ocelot.!!!!all came to mind without thinking!

Remember the Raven well.  Lawrence Flood was the landlord 1961.  Daughter Janet.

 

 

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