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  1. 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
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    Walker and Hall

    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.
  3. 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.
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    City of Sheffield Lancaster Bomber painting

    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.
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    Anyone remember this in the Sheaf Markets?

    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..
  6. 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.
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    Old Sheffield dishes

    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.
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    Old Sheffield dishes

    Thanks for that. I had thought it might be that originally
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    Old Sheffield dishes

    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.
  10. 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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    Bus Companies of Sheffield Past

    A few odd elated thoughts. A family firm, Hulleys were always in Baslow and ran their first service in 1921. Harry died in 1971 and the three children retired in 1978 when J.H.Wolliscroft and Son ( Silver Service.of Darley Dale) bought them out. Thereafter the firm operated much as before but the name disappeared except for a few buses on the Matlock - Chesterfield service. In 1988 the stage carriage services were sold internally and the Hulley name restored but with no family connection. Currently there are some twenty vehicles on fifteen routes. It is recorded that over the years they have had 100 buses, only five of which were new. It was always a matey service out to serve its customers. A classic in Hulley family days must be the day excursion to London. Early morning departure, full day and then evening return with the the gaffer at the wheel. Arriving back at Baslow in the small hours no-one had paid because he had still not worked out what the fare was going to be. On one occasion when I was about twelve I went to Baslow with my uncle who as usual had "a bit of business to do". He had bought a dozen pullets about eight weeks old. We each had a sack with six in, walked to Calver, boarded the Tideswell bus and sat with a lively clucking sack on our knees. No-one batted an eyelid and the pullets travelled free. We got off at Foolow to walk the last two miles home. I doubt we could have done that on an 84 Corporation bus. Going on one of their buses as a Bakewell Show feeder seems quite tame. The Tideswell operator was Harold Andrews, owner and driver, a small fleet in the 1950s but now a large international tour operator. A hearty Derbyshire man, nothing bothered him. Discovering my family originated at the next farm down the road and were still active in the local area we got on well..In 1951 as his first trip abroad he took a bus load of us to Switzerland, to S-chanf in Graubunden, some miles up the valley past St. Moritz in a reasonably tidy Leyland halfcab diesel coach, requiring several hundred miles of driving on the wrong side plus Alpine roads.. I asked about this, his response being that he had a contract to take the local quarrymen from Tideswell to Earles Cement works at Hope for a 6 a.m. start. so he had practiced for several weeks by doing most of the journey on the wrong side as there was only the milk lorry about at that time of day. The more nervous of his pssengers were subdued with a few well chosen words. To be sure, the coach had also been back to the Leyland works, checked, serviced and declared fit to go. Once into Switzerland it duly had a problem under the bonnet but got us there. Kept quiet from the party it transpired that the system was over fuelling the engine, nasty but apparently that had enabled us to get up and over two vicious Swiss passes. Harold had said the obviously lower gearing of the local buses gave them a distinct climbing advantage. No Leyland service so it was up.with the bonnet, off with the faulty unit, back across Switzerland to the Saurer works who kindly dismantled and rebuilt it by making their bits fit, tested and calibrated it and sent him on his way. Once refitted it worked and we were back in business. I would have been annoyed; to Harold it was just one of those things. Probably as well that it was an oldfashioned simple diesel bus. Two firms that did their best for a local community. Cant be many left like them.
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    High Storrs School

    My belated thanks for some intriguing info. Surprised to learn that some staff were still there that I assumed would have retired, notably Pole (in my day) Robinson. That puts them contemporary with my father who was called up at forty two. I don't remember teaching being a reserved occupation and none of them looked medically unfit. Monty in my day was an expert gymnast on the horse and very obviously fit. No consequence now I suppose. The big one is the early demise of George Mack who strode smartly about everywhere. He did disappear once for a few days and then turned up with an arm in plaster. It transpired Mrs. Mack had suggested not very tactfully that he was not the same and challenged him to a weekend in the Lake District . Great Gable won, but at least he tried. With all the upheaval it was surprising that High Storrs had few refugees to deal with. The earliest was Pedro Albaya da Gago, whose family fled the Spanish Civil War and had perfect English. Next came the Zilzer brothers Carl and Ernie, resonable English with a German overlay. Carl was a Modern man, Ernie a definite Science man, better than most of us if truth be told. All these three came and simply fitted in. The last were two Austrian brothers about third/fourth year level. The state sent them to be educated and that was that. Total lack of English was a problem apart from them being in modern parlance a right pair of tearaways. Where they should be was one thing; where they actually were and doing what was something else. Joe Collier being the only one who could penetrate the thick Viennese Austrian found himself in charge, not to his liking, and for once he surprisingly spoke his thoughts to us. To everybody's relief they disappeared after a few months. Normal service was resumed. Surprising how things come to.mind years after. By walking, cycling or tram and bus we got to school from all round the city. Somehow I don't remember seeing the staff coming or going. We did presume they all had homes to go to, so what. The one exception was the Shaws, father (maths) and son. who lived opposite the school entrance and came separately. I found that at least Pharoah Smith could walk. Meeting him one day early on I dutifully touched the cap neb and got the full force. To show respect properly the cap will be raised at least.six inches, held for the formal " Good Morning Sir" and replaced. Was that clear? It was. It was also mid Saturday morning way down Psalter Lane. Something else quite rightly not practiced today I hope. Wonder if there was any truth in the story as to how he got his nickname? Petrol came on ration but there were few vehicles available so there were none parked in the grounds at all even by the staff. Ocasionally Pole's car would be seen about the place, the oldest smallest Morris saloon in captivity but again not in the grounds. At that time a sixthformer could legally drive a motorcycle which George Mack let the upper school know would not be permitted on the premises. Chance wo0uld have been a fine thing, (beyond our pockets). We had in the form one Sam Taylor who lived at Fulwood. not far as the crow flies but not easy by normal means. He acquired an elderly noisy 1920-something B.S.A. and turned up on it. However he went past the entrance and parked in the back of the corner.property of Ringinglow and High Storrs Roads next door to the Shaws. From there he walked the fifty yards to school with his perpetual grin. George Mack had evidently noticed it but was furious at being unable to stop Sam parking his bike in Grandma's backyard all day. I look across at the school over my fence with it's crowded car park and think how times have changed. One thing is nearly the same. School buses packed to the doors as in the 1940s but they all have a mobile phone in their hand.
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    Where was this?

    As memory serves the top photo had a good airing late last year under the heading SHEAF MARKET Sheffield.
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