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    Technology, both ancient and modern. Local History. Cultivating a more grumpy persona with every year that passes.

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  1. hilldweller

    Mystery building

    The Plot Thickens. I've found a large scale OS map dated 1974/79 on old-maps.co.uk which is copyright 'so I can't post it on here. It shows that the entire plot from the first of the terraced houses, No59, until the boundary with out-buildings at the bottom of the Burgoyne Arms pub yard, has been cleared. This includes the site of our mystery building. It looks as though the present buiding was rebuilt, possibly using some of the demolition rubble from the archway building. It looks as though Neddy was right with his 2007 post. hilldweller
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    Mystery building

    I'll chuck my twopenneth in. Entry in my 1942 Kelly's Directory. Don Johns(Chemists) Ltd Wholesale Chemist 2 Birdwell Road Sheffield 9 Laboratories:- 47 Cuthbert bank Road Sheffield 6 I must say that it looks like the place where a lone mad scientist might dwell hilldweller
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    Can you do this?? Mobile phone users a challenge!!

    My phone is a "grandads" Doro clamshell, years old and still going strong. I keep it in my jacket pocket where it's spends most of it's life with a flat battery. As I never go out without my jacket (even in this weather) and I never go out without the car ( I can't). It's there for emergency use only and if it's flat then it can be brought back to life with a car charger adapter. I don't subscribe to social media (otherthan this forum) and I'm all the happier for that. The number of people that know my number are limited to about 5 persons and I can't remember the last time it rang. Up The Luddites.
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    Beer and steelworks

    There was a pub called the Rising Sun on Hunshelf Road at Stocksbridge directly across the road from the billet mill. In the billet mill large ingots were rolled at yellow heat down into blooms of say up to 4" plus square, and then cut up on a hot saw into lengths to suit the customers. In an early application of technology the blooms were measured for length and a very early computer made by Elliot Automation determined the best cuts to make out of a given length to suit the various customers. The computer use first generation germanium transistors and had a 1K magnetic core store for it's memory. The pub was obviously very (too) convenient for the parched workforce and I was told the Fox's had bought out the licence and closed and demolished the pub in 1967. My connection with this came in the early nineteen seventies when I parked my A35 van (Wallace & Gromit Mobile) on the cleared ground of the pub in order to carry out the " Redex Treatment". This consisted of running around until the engine was hot, parking up, removing the air filter; and pouring a can full of Redex engine detergent/cleaner into the top of the carb. This was supposed to clear the valve stems and piston rings and restore performance. It also produced huge quantities of black smoke. When I started this procedure I had failed to notice the large billet mill high voltage substation downwind just a few yards away. I'd also forgotten that large substations often used photo-electric ray fire detection in case of fire in the oil-filled switchgear. I'd just got about half the can of Redex in the engine and couldn't see a hand in front of my face when there was a loud bang from the substation and the loud whine from the billet mill opposite wound down to a worrying silence. The penny dropped ! I flung the air filter inside the car, shut down the bonnet and was speeding back down the hill in the opposite direction to where I knew the high voltage gang would be approaching within about ten seconds. My stealthy departure was not helped by a smoke trail that the Red Arrows would have been proud of. I think I got away with it 'so don't tell anyone. hilldweller.
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    The Food Police !

    Having a taste for savoury foods I've always been fond of cream crackers with cheese. This last couple of years I've been disappointed to find that cream crackers of any brand are now baked to an insipid off-white colour instead of the rich golden brown that they used to be. They don't crunch any more but rather melt into slush under your molars. I used to enjoy the cheese flavoured "Chedders" but they too, seem to be baked to a Dulux Colour Chart shade of off/white magnolia and are so bland as to make you retch. My solution is to properly bake the crackers , ten at a time, under the grill to a rich golden brown. Don't tell anyone, the Food Police will be knocking at my door. It would appear that the "Food Police" have ruined things yet again by instructing manufacturers not to bake food as they used to in case it produces acrylamide, a substance that might, possibly, perhaps, cause cancer if administered to rodents in MASSIVE doses. We can't have suger in our drinks any more, must not drink more than one unit of alcohol every Preston Guild and chips apparently cause instant death. We don't eat ready meals, I eat lean red meat almost every day and consume quantities of full-fat cheese, my cholesterol levels continue to amaze my GP, coming in south of 4.5 every time. The local Lincolnshire sausage can be grilled to a nice deep chocolate brown and is very tasty if you ignore the green bits in it. For the first twenty years of my life, breakfast consisted of toast done with a long home-made toasting fork in front of a coal fire. The best efforts produced toast that varied across the slice from raw bread to carbonised charcoal. I might not live to be a hundred and twenty, (who would want to), but at least I will have enjoyed my food. hilldweller
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    My wife came out with an expression this morning I've not heard in a long time. She told me someone was "mimimoking" behind someone's back. I knew that she meant using silent facial expressions to express disbelief at what a person was saying. Is this a Sheffield expression or is it something my wife brought with her from her native Derbyshire Dales earlier life ? Any ideas ? hilldweller
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    Kelly's Directories

    I'm afraid it would be a very short book, Thorntons Girl. My walking days covered only a few years from my mid teens to my early twenties. As I've explained before I've suffered from Lympoedema problems from my late teens, caused by a congenital absence of lymph vessels in my legs. An attempt at an experimental surgery in my thirties only made the situation worse and things have gone downhill ever since, but at least they tried. I bought a huge mobility scooter some years ago, (I'm now on my third), and I used to enjoy "walks" on that but the onset of joint problems means that's now too painful. We've got a very nice car with a smooth ride and I shall use that to have a run out. I've got my memories of some wonderful places to fall back on. Keep On Walking ! hilldweller
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    Kelly's Directories

    It's all such a long time ago but some of the best walks I had were in the Lake District in the nineteen sixties. Equipped (or should that be ill-equipped) with a very cheap pair of what were described as "fell boots" and sold by Millets for about five bob, I managed to walk along Striding Edge to the top of Helvelyn without falling off. I chickened out at "The Chimney" and took the bypass. Memories of camping at Glenridding and chugging up and down all day on the little Ullswater steamer, (the bar sold draught Guinness while ever away from shore). The local pub didn't do any meals apart from chicken and chips in a basket, but after a days walk it tasted great, despite the baskets being coated with thick grease from previous meals. I remember tearing around Lake Coniston in a tiny hired speedboat when I went too close to the shore and didn't notice a spit of sand to the left. The boat stopped as if it had run into a brick wall and I went sailing over the prow into the shallow water. Unfortunately there was a large brass mooring cleat fastened atop the prow and for the next two weeks I was moved within the choir from the bass/baritones to the trebles . The view of Tarn Hows ,the day we saw it was surreal, It looked completely artificial, like a Agfa print with 200% saturation. We climbed the Langdale Pikes one day, up and down all the way around. We were sat eating our snap on a wonderfully hot sunny August day, prior to our descent, when we spied a very strange small black cloud coming along the valley. As it neared us it began to rise to breast the peaks and suddenly we were being pelted with huge painfull hailstones. We took off our parkas and held them above our heads to protect us. My favourite spot was a tiny lake above Keswick called Dock Tarn. We sat there for ages completely alone with no sound but the buzz of hundreds of dragonflies. Happy Days, as they say. hilldweller.
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    Kelly's Directories

    Thank you THYRACINE for your good wishes. The MG is mostly under control and with the agreement of my specialist I've been very gradually reducing my dosage of steroids with the aim of coming off them completely eventually. Unfortunately my symptoms started returning and I've had to increase them to a maintenance dose indefinately. I began to lose strength in my hands and legs and things came to a head when I had to ask a slip of a girl filling her car at the next pump to unscrew my car filler cap. My walking is very poor because my left knee has completely collapsed and surgery is out of the question. It's being so cheerful that keeps me going. hilldweller.
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    Kelly's Directories

    Thank's for that Neddy, I believe that most of Stanwood Avenue, Stanwood Crescent and the outer crescent on Goodison Crescent were built pre-war. The plot of land enclosed by Goodison Crescent wasn't completely built upon until later. I can confirm that the prefabs on Stanwood Road were occupied in 1948, I lived in one with my parents ! Kelly's must have been a bit slow to update, perhaps I should be looking at 1949 / 1950.
  11. Is there anyone out there who has a copy of a Kelly's Directory from 1948 or 1949 ? I know that they are available at the Central Library but that is out of bounds to me at the moment due to illness. I am particularly interested in Stanwood Road, Malin Bridge, and entries for the even numbers towards Wood Lane. When the prefabs were demolished that end of the road became Deer Park Road. Regards, hilldweller. (staggering on--just)
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    Royal Infirmary Hospital

    If the small Welsh surgeon you remember was about as broad as he was tall, he was almost certainly the redoubtable Clifford Jones. Shortly after my "blue-ification" at the Royal Infirmary, I was transferred into his care in the Outpatients Building of the Hallamshire Hospital. Mr. Jones ruled the surgical clinics with a rod of iron. He would walk out of his consulting room and study the patients sat on the seats on the corridor. "Sister" he would shout, "What are all these patients doing here". Within five minutes the corridor would be empty, Lord alone knows where she put them all, probably stacked them three deep in linen cupboards. I was told that Dr. Jones died at an early age while still working. A great loss to the hospital and the Health service.
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    Thanks for that Voldy, I'm hoping I'm not about to pop off just yet, but it is connected with my MG. I'm not coping very well with the medication required to keep my disease under control. Initially it comprised huge doses of steroids which are very bad news. These caused huge changes in personality and changed me from a pretty nondescript sort of bloke to the sort of bloke that you would run across six lanes of a busy motorway to avoid. The consultant has tried different replacement medications but my body couldn't tolerate them and I'm now back on the steroids. You're right that my family (wife) requires best regards, she's had a lot to put up with . I've counted my fellow forummers as friends over the years and I wouldn't want to offend anyone as I am at the moment. Hopefully the condition should improve over the long term but until then I'll lurk in the shadows. Thanks once again for all your concerns. hilldweller.
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    Now is the Time to say Goodbye Now is the time to Heave a sigh (Heave it, Heave it) Thanks for the Craic, (as one of my ancestors would say). Hilldweller
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    Thomas Willie Acaster

    Thanks dalesdaisy, my uncle George always maintained there was a link with Oban. I'm not on ancestry as I have an aversion to paying any sort of ongoing subscription. I think that my care with money is down to my Yorkshire ancestry rather than any Scottish connections. If I can buy something outright, no problem, otherwise forget it. hilldweller