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  1. Eccellent account of the Old Chapel May l suggest there is a small but significant error in the list of ministers . L beleve the line "Ministers of Upper Chapel" should not be there. George Stanley Whitby was the Minister in the 1950's on. Fred Sokell. was. certainly at Fuldwood at this time. . Ita long time since l heazrd either of them. Just a thought
  2. It was certainly The Roughs in my day 1942-1949 .When l started.there was 6 foot steel.fencing down the school side which then went across the bottom some 30 yards from the playing field edge heading for Bents Green. One day about 1943 came the man with the cutting torch and the fencing supposedly went for scrap.to help the war effort (another myth) As l.recall.occasionally the duty master would declare them out of bounds but it was rare. There was one positive advantage. The Harriers soon found a route back from the estate across to the gynasium. It. cut out the old route through houses and along Ringinglow Road.. ..
  3. If l may ask something slightly.off line has anyone any info ss to their Ww2 activities? A good friend of ours had the newsagents on Barber Road about no.36 or 38.l think.from at least 1930.on. About 1936 he moved to Scarborough as as hotelier. All.was well till.someone thoughtlessly dropped a bomb on it followed shortly by an instruction (Direction of Labour Regulations) to return at once back to Cravens in his trade as a jig and tool maker.which he did till 1946. The Ministry obviously found him after several.years and conveniently his mother still lived opposiite the works. He was remarkably reticent about what he did and rather oddly only ever would admit to making ta fixtures for the Westland Lysander, hardly a fighting machine. So please can anyone tell me what did go.on in the war? Was it buses still or what? Anything top secret? Somebody will.know
  4. Quite right. It was the Yorkshire Penny Bank from the start and was my first bank from somewhere about 1936/7. We used the branch at the top of Barber Road ( now I believe a different bank) till a move to the Hunters Bar branch at the beginning of the war. That i remember as being very modern for it's day, all polished stone and chrome plate. I left Sheffield and the bank in 1959, their centenary year, at which point the word "Penny" was dropped fron the title, not without some comment, The reason given was that initially deposits of one or a few pennies were encouraged, probably all that could be spared in those days but which was no longer appropriate. Thinking back however I cannot remember any suggestion of a minimum deposit being laid down. It has had several changes of owners since then and is now associated with Virgin Money. The suggestion is that there will be full integration so that presumably in a few years time there will be a post enquiring whether there was such a bank and asking fo recollections
  5. Nice reminder of business practice a long time ago and a crafty double use of a printers block. Looking carefully it is enclosed with filigree in the corners so as presented by boginspro it conveniently makes a nice advert for the firm detailing all they do. Interesting to see that they did subcontract electroplating. The primary purpose was as a billhead. At the top left is a row of dots and a similar one on the right has the date 18. In use the customers name in neat copperplate would be on the top left line and the date sometime in the 1800s filled in on the right. The heading "Dr" is short for "Debtor to W. & H." Since the bottom part would detail out what had been supplied the purpose was fairly obvious. We are not so precise as to need telling that we owe money. From a very long memory this style had largely gone out of use by WW2 though I have met it at odd times from older companies. The other form "In account with....." likewise drifted out out of use On the subject of W. & H. being a landmark, at a very young age pre WW2 l began to look out for their flag on the roof. For years it was always there with the initials clearly visible. Many years later it dawned that it was always there and straight out 24:7 no matter what the time or weather. .ln l950 l went round on a formal visit. Being strictly practical industrial engineers it was an eye opener, particularly seeing the artistic design team at work on the top floor. Noting the unusual flag absence l enquired about it, to be told it was on the roof being repaired, would we like to see it? Shock, not what we expected. The familiar shape, black thin sheet steel with the letters cut out so you actually saw the sky through them from ground level. So we found out why it was always flying never hanging. Obvious now but we were not so curious about things like that then.
  6. I too have an interest in what moved that day but for an odd reason. As Sheffield History says there is nothing much if anything about about VE Day in the forums although it did affect us directly. VJ Day came later and being about events round the other side of the world made less impact. Anyway we had had enough by then and after the day life was no better for years. Nothing seems to have posted about the hours put in by the ladies organisations that voluntarily manned the canteens during the war years, It was called "Doing your bit" if they had not been drafted into the works by the Direction of Labour Regulations My mother coped with three places, each staffed by a different denomination church organisations. Every Thursday midday, works canteen Pomona Street 11 till 2pm. Every Thursday evening Forces canteen, YMCA Fargate 6 till 9pm. Every third Wednsday Forces (only) canteen Victoria Station 8pm till 6am., less often solely due to a surfeit of volunteers from the local Methodists .On these occasions I was boarded out to her parents for the night on Airedale Road. Very convenient then on the Thursday, tram from Middlewood to Ecclesall for High Storrs for one old penny. The German surrender was signed on Tuesday in time for the Wednesday to be declared a public holiday. Services were curtailed but there were trams to town from Ecclesall as usual. I opted to go for the night with mother to the station for 8pm expecting to see some activity. Wrong. Absolutely dead everywhere. Hopeully after all this time there may be some record; my rcollecion is that we were told on arrival that there would be no trains till the morning. Alternatively it was Sunday service so take your pick. My mother and the other lady volunteer were a bit put out. There were few night trains anyway, it was strictly forces only who either got off to go home or got on to go away Not as l recall any change of trains either so there never was much call for the canteen during the night. It was on the Manchester platform next to the Left Luggage Office. The railway staff were allowed in, in particular little Ernest, sometime relief signalman out to Penistone but now regular nights in Left Luggage. He told us about the lack of services but also that in spite of this the line was in fact fully manned . So sandwich making was put on hold. It began to drag till around midnight the Railway Police Sergeant came for his tea and buns. We got to talking, the outcome being my accompanying him on has rounds westward through the down Bridgehouses Yards as far as they went, up a short flight of steps to a door into the road for a quick look out. Nobody lurking so bolt the gate and back through the up sidings and so on to the Wicker Bridge. Not a soul anywhere. By this time it was somewhat after 2am. Being fully manned but with no trains the LNER had thoughtfully still provided the usual West End Pilot which was parked directly over the Wicker. As was then usual, a Great Central Large Director, whose number once more l forgot to record, damped down sitting quietly behind us. So for the next hour or so, the crew, the sergeant and me all stood leaning on the railings looking down at a flood of merrymakers aĺl milling happily and noisily about (licensing hours had been extended) and heading for the northern hills. A good time had apparently been had by all, except for those of us nominally on duty. Our only advantages were the welcome warmth from the engine and by 6 am the trams were running again. From personal observation I can say that the main train, 3.05 am Manchester to Lincoln and Grimsby did not run nor did anything else while we were there. I suspect without knowing that it is doubtful if anything had left Victoria that day but it would be nice to know definitely after seventy odd years. Very remiss of me not to have asked about that at the time. Mother's time was not wasted either. As usual she had sat and knitted socks for soldiers to keep awake.
  7. The Lancaster NX611 at East Kirkby spent the first seventeen years service in the Far East before being donated by the French for preservation and flown to Australia in 1964. It came back in 1965 and had a number of homes till it was specially authorised for its final three hour flight to Blackpool in 1970, well pre Eggbox.5677 It thereafter remained a static exhibit including thirteen years as R.A.F. Scampton gate guard from 1974. Taking up dunsbyowl's point, there is a lot of artistic licence about it. It was in good order when it came back to the U.K..but rarely flew once the owners at the time found out how much an hour it cost to run and maintain. There only seems to have only been one long flight, to Scampton and back for a Dambusters Anniversary some three years before it was grounded. I had the opportunity to look round inside it at Scampton about 1978 when the R.A.F. were looking after it by arrangement although it was by then privately owned. Being local and on the roadside we passed it most weeks whilst it was there and that causes me a problem. Altogether the picture looks authentic but it isn't. lt concerns me that it will at sometime be taken as evidence of a real accurrence and I have a feeling that that has already happened. Earlier in ths thread there are three Lancaster photos posted in 2007 as NX611 in flight to Graves Park. By then mobile yes, able to fly no. This has to be the other "City", PA474 City of Lincoln of the B.B.Memorial Flight at R.A.F. Coningsby Again are these going to be accepted. as posted? I suppose when NX611 gets airborne it could come over, but then the Eggbox is gone so that painting can't ever be replicated. I have to agree about the sound of four Merlins in full voice. During the war at Lincoln everybody got used to two engine noises ; the Lancaster and the Airspeed Oxford. Only something different like the odd Wellington made you look up. The day it was a Heinkel made everybody look. The Lancaster was THE bomber in Lincolnshire and remained so for years. We knew the Panton brother's story and their aspirations from the local press. Suddenly even getting a static Lanc. back at Scampton was something but times changed. One new C.O. of Scampton and it's Vulcans said in an interview that he wanted it away in favour of something more modern and caused an uproar. Heresy! Similarly when it came out in 1984 that it would be going, there was something similar until we heard the rest.. The Panton brother's had after sixteen or so years managed to by it for their new Lincolnshire museum. Engine overhauls in 1994/5 that allowed it to move under it's own power again pleased everybody. And it has gone on from there. One other view. It was common up to about 1970 for groups from the two remaining stations to visit the local works to see what went on. Most were newly qualified pilots but one occasion l had to do the tour for the new C.O. of R.A.F. Waddington with our M.D. in the rear. We did get round to comparing notes on our respective lives and I ultimately got round to the B.B. Lancaster. Had he flown it and what did he think of it, he being a Vulcan pilot? It was nice to hear he had a sort of soft spot for the Memorial Flight. However he found the Lancaster something of a handful and devoid of creature comforts. The lack of power assisted controls made him wonder how the wartime crews managed over several hours airbourne. His final opinion "It was like driving a mobile crane" Nice chap. He'd probably done that as well.
  8. Up to 1939 if fine we went every Saturday evening round the rag market. My recollection is a little different; an elderly lady with her highly polished scales on the town side of the main cross aisle somewhere near the middle. Certainly not under cover, which even then made me wonder what happened to them if it rained and were they left out all night. Altogether it still looks an awkward thing to have to move. I remember the bright light over the weight pan. As Lysander says the tank and vertical pipe are the upper part of a light, a naptha flare, a simple device advertised as being intended for fairground and market use. Liquid naptha flowed down the pipe which was heated by the flame to vaporise it, ending up in a ring burner with with about a dozen horizontal holes.Dead simple, with only a stop tap under the tank, huge ring of open flames, something of a fire risk and more or less gone by WW2. Effective but obsolete..
  9. My first acquaintance with the area was in 1939. Nice to see someone calling it the gennel. Mention just that and everyone knew where you meant. To us it was straight down and across to the Co-op for the milk tokens. ( never heard them called checks) or down Ecclesall Road to the cinema. Quite definitely the Banner Cross had been rebuilt by then as it extended over the last few yards of the gennel. Whilst it was always the gennel, if the subject came up as it only did now and again it became "Charlie Peace's Alley".We knew of the 1876 Dyson murder and Peace's ultimate execution in 1879 and not much else. There is an unbelievable amount of conflicting stories about the incident on various web sites. In the context of this thread there is a claim that there is a bullet mark on the stone lintel over the gennel. Not bad for a man who had been dead for fifty years or so before it was erected.
  10. Ukelele lady and rabbits stirred .memories. The Hounslow family had a shop on Middlewood Road opposite the Barracks entrance, principally a greengrocers I understand. During WW1 my mother aged twelve went regularly across the road with a basket selling fruit to the troops. Her other contribution to the business from about age ten which she delighted in telling us about in detail was her ability to carefully skin and clean rabbits and then hang them on a rail ready for sale. To complete the job the skins were neatly folded and bundled and regularly taken on the tram to a furrier in the Town centre. Grandma's final instruction was "And don't come back without getting sixpence apiece for them" Not sure about the kids not liking it, my wife was quite put off in middle age when mother demonstrated she could still do it.
  11. Thanks for that. I had thought it might be that originally
  12. Up to 1970 we timed our journies from and to Lincoln to pass the chip shop on the High Street at Swallownest when they were open. They did a very good proper fishcake. Sometime later we found a local chippie at Saxilby just outside Lincoln that sold them to the Sheffield weekend anglers who knew what they were and to the natives who didn't. The owner was not surprisingly a Sheffield expat. We sat in the car and ate them out of the paper; they were marvellous. Then he spoilt it by retiring in the 1980's and it wasn't the same after that. Then to Grandma's variation, seasoned pudding; Yorkshire pudding with thyme and parsley stirred into the mixture. For some reason this was always served first as about a 4" square with a similar one of ordinary Yorkshire pudding with gravy. Meat and veg then on the same plate. I see tripe gets honourable mention. Grandma coming from a Debyshire farming family knew what to do. Father would regale us with stories of going to the slaughterhouse when they lived at Hedley during WW1 to collect a cow's stomach. His next task was then to clean out all the grass content and wash it out. That put me off it permanently. Grandparents and parents all ate it either with vinegar or as tripe and onions boiled in milk. So did my wife. To me it seemed like chewing a rubber mat so I stuck to a cheese sandwich and looked on as they enjoyed it.
  13. To us it was always the Gas Offices where we went in the 1930s to pay the bill. Voldy may have thoughts on this but my recollection is that it kept to its purpose by only being lit by groups of gas lamps at the end of long down pipes from a high roof nicely placed over the big horseshoe counter. And there was the usual faint smell. After 1939 our next house had no gas so I have no idea how long that continued but even then it must have been one of the few still lit this way.
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