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I worked here in the mid 80's at weekends. It was more popular with home football fans then, although sometimes away fans did venture in, there was never any trouble then Think it was alot to do with the fact Landlord was good. After they left to run a pub in Rotherham, there were two more couples running it but I felt things were going down hill so I left. No doubt there have been many more Landlords since then. After that Tommy Tynan [not sure of correct spelling] ex sheffield wed player bacame landlord, not sure how long he lasted. He wasn't only Sheffield wed player to run a pub there was the Wadsley Jack in Wadsley Village - Jack Whitaham was a Landlord and the Rose & Crown also at Wadsley on Stout lane - Ted Catlin was the landlord there many years ago (I'd say about 35/37 years ago. Rose and Crown is just up the Road from the Wadsley Jack. The Horse & Jockey was owned by Whitbreads then, , sadly another brewery in Sheffield that as gone.

Sir John Fowler (Fourth Bridge designer) lived here at Wadsley Hall, Far Lane, Wisewood. Link to Picture Sheffield, view of Wadsley Hall. picturesheffield. y02120

Unfortuntately I was down there with my brother at the Leppings Lane entrance and it was absolute madness. I remember walking from the West Stand away end where the crowd was building to the back of the South Stand after a while because it was all just too much outside and too many people there. We used to always go down there for events at Hillsborough like that and the internationals etc I remember coming home on my own and watching what had happened on the telly (nobody knew outside what was happening obviously) and my brother was still down there. It was a worrying few hours - and in those days no mobile phones to ring and make sure someone is ok

Next time you're that way - turn around and take a shot over the wall, looking at the corner. I have an old picture that I think is Hillsborough corner (with the river below) from that type of view, but am really struggling to see which angle it was taken from in my minds-eye. I suspect it is taken from the Walkley lane side, but there are things putting me off!!!

Let's narrow it down to help our search Here's a picture from above showing the area from the Admiral Rodney to Long Lane As you can see on one side a bank of houses, on the other a single house Any idea which it would have been ?

Yes admin I would like to know about the second Police House, just before Long lane on Loxley Road. I have managed to work out where the original one was but I believe the second one was built in the 1950's. I only know this because many many years ago my dad found a wage packet on Loxley Road, and this Police House was the nearest place he could hand it in. From what my dad can remember, the Police Man gave him the third degree, as to the contents. The wage packet contained a full weeks wages, and I think this was before Police Officers had radios !!!!!!!!!! As I am new to this site is there a private message facility ?????

What about the second one, I think it was built in the 1950's, it was further up the Road near Long Lane. Are there any photos ?? I remember seeing a sign pointing to it many years ago saying Police.

I think Holme Lane as missed out some what. It used to have loads of shops I remember going to a bread shop, called Turners we used to order our our bread from their for the weekend, it was next door to a newsagents, where we used to get the papers plus if I could keep the change I used to get a 1/4 of sports mixture or midget gems. Those were the days !!!!!

Bat Watch On 20th Sep we met at the Rivelin Hotel car park for our annual bat walk. A group of 15 or so of us attended including a couple of new families. We started off at Hind Wheel Dam. It was a warm dry evening; almost perfect conditions for feeding bats. With enough battery power to light the Blackpool illuminations (talk about wasting energy!), we surveyed the surrounding area with torches and newly purchased bat detectors. We weren’t disappointed. A couple of Pipistrelles were demonstrating their incredible flying skills right over our heads. The insects never stood a chance. We also detected a couple of Daubenton. These two types of bat are probably our most popular in the valley. We then walked down to Uppercut Wheel on the ‘S’ bend or Glen Bridge where we stopped to admire the recent RVCG task team’s hard work . We continued our walk up to the top at Long Lane and then back down the horse track to Hind wheel.

Samantha's all nighters Firth Park "donkey hill" Blue sky only seen in sheffield during the works weeks The Claymore Top Rank under 16s Tuesdays Watching Yorkshire at bramall lane

I'll try anything once! 1. Merton Lane Wincobank 2. Daniel Hill, Kelvin. 3. Again, maybe behind Kelvin. 4) Near Burgoyne Rd. 5) School near bottom of Carr Rd. 6. 7.8. Struggling. 9. 10. Fiesta Club

60's for me....long afternoons and evenings in the Summer holidays chilling in Hillsborough Park....... Penguin Cafe across from park Cinema at night when I was 16/17.....Squirrel on Middlewood road and Mussoms ( the arab owned cafe on Holme Lane)...where all the bikers hung out

THE BALL INN LOCATION Ball Street/Green Lane INFORMATION Used for many years as a paint store-cum-decorators suppliers PICTURES

There is one, yes. You follow Livesey Street round the back of the stadium, until you get to the scrapyard (and the lane goes off to the right towards the Farfield Inn, but you don't follow it round there). There is a footpath up the hill right in front of you, follow that and the graveyard is just up there - I remember going there as a kid and getting freaked out by it!! It is hidden by trees on Google Earth/Flash Earth, so follow it round to get to: Latitude: 53, 24, 31.1 N Longitude: 1, 29, 22.6 W (ish)

A few more for your list. Taking trains from Victoria Station and the steps that went from the Wicker up to the platforms. SUT tours in Pond Street where we always got the coaches to away games. A number of Department Stores, Cockaynes, Walshes,Robert Brothers and Pauldens(which became Debanhams) The Sidewalk Cafe on Chapel Walk. The Centre Spot Cafe on Snig Hill Longley Park Swimming Baths The Kop at Hillsborugh without a roof. Watching Yorkshire play Cricket at Bramall Lane. Buse on the Moor and Fargate. The original Trams. Sexy Rexy The original Mullberry Tavern. The Old Blue Bell The Haufbrauhauss. The Wapentake More to follow as I remember them.

Imagine you're stood where the Gas shop is now, on the corner - looking down Leppings Lane. The bridge will be now where the river is.

Prominent in the area are the Burgon and Ball buildings, which run quite a distance along Holme Lane, to the River Loxley. This picture shows the edge of the huge Burgon and Ball building by the river:

A host for many cup Semi-Finals, Hillsborough was the venue for the 1977 match between Manchester United and Leeds United. This picture shows a spot of bother between the two at the Leppings Lane end, where mounted police begin to move in. Notice Quinns old shop being the last of the terrace.

WOW ! Fantastic pictures -especially the one of Holme Lane which looks sooooo different now !!

A couple more Sheffield Tram pictures: This tram, destined for Nether Green, is on the route frequented by Steve in his post above - this one is passing by Hillsborough Park. Heading down 'Barrack Hill' (Langsett Road), this tram has just passed Hillsborough Barracks and is heading fowards Hillsborough Corner. A picture viewing along Holme Lane (From Hillsborough Corner, towards Malin Bridge), a number of houses on the right of this scene have been demolished, but you can make out the Tram Sheds (disused and abandoned during the time of this picture) about in the centre of the picture.

Used to catch the tram from the bottom of Dykes Hall Road to top of Leppings Lane for about one old penny ( or was it a halfpenny) when I used to go and visit my grandparents.... There used to be Trolley Buses in Sheffield as well

Right next to where The Flower Bowl used to be before it moved across the Road. Walk down from the Freemasons and over the bridge....it was bang on your right where the road meets Holme Lane

Whereabout on Walkley Lane ?

There also used to be one at the bottom of Walkeley Lane..........been in it a couple of times in the mid 60's...............they aren't really as big inside as the TARDIS though

Summer 1957 at The Grand Old favourites Albert & Les Ward are at the Empire, went to see them, but sadly, now find their act very dated. Near the Empire, there's a coffee bar called the El Mambo, we love going in there, drinking Espresso coffee and watching to see who is going to come in, it's a great meeting place for young people, and there's a small juke box which is kept very busy playing the hits of the day. 'When' by the Kalin Twins is my favourite, and I show off that I know all the words!! Frankie Lane is here, he's not at all 'starry', he's really friendly, he gave me his autograph and said to me "You're awfully pretty, you know" - what - me???? Crikey! Mr Asua, who has been staying here all week, is leaving today. He came in the lift and gave me a box of chocolates and 2/6 (12½p) tip saying in his lovely foreign accent - "Forr you, Frridda". Sometimes, I get as much as 10/- (50p) a week in tips, which helps to boost my pathetic little wage. Went to see The Dallas Boys and Les Hobeaux, at the Empire - great show, The Dallas boys are terrific! Went round to the stage door to get their autographs, they were good fun and very friendly. Max Wall here next week, we are booking a box, as we all think he is so funny. Freddie and the Bellboys are staying at the Grand, going round the corner too fast and ran right into the arms of one of them. Grrrr - wouldn't mind doing that again! I am off on Friday so went in the hotel to collect my wages. The timekeeper wasn't going to let me in as it was my day off, he said I had no right to come in the hotel unless I was working, Mac was passing by, worse luck, and joined in. I feel my anger boiling up, as I thought I wasn't going to be able to get my wages. Somehow, I manage to hold on to my tongue, I know if I stand up for myself, Mac will report me and I shall get the sack. Luckily, Dennis is passing by and seeing how upset I am, asks what's wrong, when I tell him, he takes me to the wages room himself, telling my adversaries that I am allowed in the hotel to pick up my wages. I find wages day so humiliating somehow. We have to wait outside in the corridor, and not go in until our names are called. The assistant manager, who I dislike almost as much as Mr Rendall, sits at a trestle table which has separate piles of money on it, the secretary calls out my name and how much I'm to be paid, the assistant manager barely manages to spare a me a look, he counts out the money. If I am lucky, he may give me 2 pound notes, three shillings and seven coppers, or perhaps 4 ten shilling notes, which makes my wages look much better! If I'm not, I will get a handful of various coins - half crowns, two shilling pieces and a lot of pennies, which, hopefully, will add up to the right amount, if it doesn't - tough! (Wage packets are apparently, unheard of at the Grand - at least for the likes of me, and my wage slip is just a tiny scrap of paper with faint, unidentifiable hieroglyphics on it). I give all my wages to Mum, who gives me back a £1 for spending money and 7/6 (42½p) for my bus fare - which doesn't leave much of a contribution towards my keep. Mum encourages me to save, and I save a ¼ of my £1, putting the 5/- in a Post Office savings account. Babs earns about £3.5s.0d, she gives Mum 25/- a week for her board. Mum would like to be in charge of Barbara's wages too, but Barbara wants to be in control of her own money. Quite right, too. I walk down town afterwards, looking at things I know I cannot afford to buy, but I treat myself to my regular 'read', Picturegoer and Weekend. I love reading about filmstars and their lives. For Christmas, I always get a Film Star Annual, and I will read it over and over again. (And I still read these very same annuals, over and over again...) Trench coats are all the fashion. Lorna and me are saving up like mad, to buy one, they are 5 guineas, but we cannot decide which colour to get - Royal Blue, Red or Beige, but we agree that we are both going to buy shiny, black patent shoes with high heels, well, high-ish, anyway, which will cost 34/11. It will take a lot of saving out of our poor little wages. In the meantime, our noses will be pushed up against the window, trying to decide on the colour we are eventually going to get -hopefully before they have gone out of fashion...I went to sleep that night, my mind full of my imminent purchase and dreamt I was on stage dancing in my high heels and trench coat, which I finally fling off to reveal a sexy, figure hugging outfit complete with black fishnet stockings! (tights haven't yet been invented!) In the event, and unknown to one another, we both decided on the royal blue, and rather enjoyed going out together - looking like twins -in our new outfits! 1957I often lament the fact that I am only sixteen, gauche and nothing special to look at, especially in this ghastly uniform, as so many nice young men come in the hotel, either to stay or just to have a drink in the bar. There are three nice young men staying in the hotel at the moment, they are here on a three day training scheme. They are very friendly; I like Les in particular, so I'm, surprised, but delighted when he suggests that we should go out on a date, and to bring two friends for his two friends. But he is 22 years old; I ask Mum if I can go, but she says no, he is too old for me. Never mind, there is someone else in the hotel who is taking my attention. He is absolutely gorgeous. He has lovely black hair and dresses very smartly. He's staying in a room on the first floor, so he doesn't use the lift, unfortunately. I watch him constantly, as he moves around the hotel, Barbara, the head telephonist, came round the corner and bumped right into him, lucky thing! Sadly he is leaving, the porters bring his luggage down in the lift and I note the name on the luggage label as being T. B.Cullinan. Two days later he is back and the porter informs me that he is a Lord! Things are beginning to click into place, the address on the luggage label was Transvaal, South Africa - and I remember learning about the Cullinan diamond at school. He seems to have everything - good looks, a title and riches beyond belief, I mentally shrink into my dull brown uniform - the gulf between the have and have-nots just got bigger... Much as I like looking at him, I try to merge into my surrounding whenever he's around, I cannot bear him to look at me in my shabby uniform. I like to keep this small corner of my world looking **** and span, and love polishing the brass parts of the lift. A brass rail runs along three sides of the lift, about hip level, which is either to lean against - or hold on to! There's a brass frame on one wall, which holds the poster showing who is appearing at the Empire that week. (why oh why didn't I think to save them???) Beside the lift, a glass mosaic wall curves round into the ballroom. I breathe on the glass and give it a good polish, my intention is to work my way round to the ballroom, if I look industrious enough, I might be able to move round far enough to sneak a look in. I am aware of someone behind me, I turn to see Lord Cullinan smiling at me, one brow raised in amusement. I feel my cheeks blushing scarlet; did he think I was looking at myself?? His eyes wander over me, slowly and very purposefully he looks me up and down but doesn't say a word; he then turns and walks towards the bar, but turns to look at me again, before disappearing inside. I want to curl up and die. Has he been aware of my eyes following him around all the time, and came to give me a taste of my own medicine? I flee into the safety of my lift, feeling miserable and inadequate, hating being no more than a little lift girl in a shabby brown uniform. The lowliness of my position here, at odds with my own sense of value. Later, I have to go on the switchboard for a while, Lord Cullinan rings down from room 103, we have to make all the phone calls for the guests, (no direct dialling for some years yet) I get him a number in Fulham, London, I would love him to know that it's me he's talking to, to let him know that I am capable of more than just operating a lift, but of course I cannot say anything. Mr Spitzer gave me tickets to see Ronnie Hilton at the Empire, but didn't go, he was very cross with me, but there is a fair in the village, and I wanted to go with my friends, everyone goes. It is the place to meet, and hope someone will invite you to go on the walzer with them. We have got to know three boys who are cousins, they are all quite handsome, but we will only ever be just friends, none of them see me any other way. (Which can be quite a blow to ones esteem at that age). June 1957 was very hot and dry. July starts with thunder and lightening - which both fascinate and terrify me! I stand at my bedroom window, watching bright flashes of lightening zig-zagging across a navy blue sky, heralding the terrifying crashes of thunder, finally, the heavens open and the rain comes bucketing down - rain that we badly need. Phew - now it's cool enough to sleep! 'Disc Doubles' was on at the Empire last week, people who look like pop stars mime to records - almost as good as the real thing! This week Ray Ellington (actor, singer, comedian, musician - a very talented fellow, who was also known as 'the fifth Goon') is here and he is lovely - so full of fun. His very presence livens up the whole of the hotel. He clasps me to his broad chest every time he comes in the lift! He's an outrageous tease, but makes me feel very happy. Before he leaves he gives me two addresses in London, where I can write to him, if I want to. (I remember those hugs very clearly, great big bear hugs - great stuff!) I note in my diary that he drives a black & white zephyr Reg. ELL 777). July 22nd 1957 - I would have thought that Ray Ellington would have been a hard act to follow, but a visit by The Harlem Globe Trotters and The American Allstars is something I will never forget! They were appearing at the Sheffield Wednesday football ground for one night only. They all came in, in a great big rush of American gianthood, piling into the lift, which was only supposed to take a maximum of 9 ordinary sized people, half a dozen giants was just too much for my poor little lift, it did not get off the ground, in fact it immediately sank. There's about 3 spare feet in the lift shaft below floor level, and we took up all of it! There was no way the lift gates could be opened, the lift engineer had to be sent for, in the meantime it was the most hilarious 15 or 20 minutes I've ever spent. What with the other players pulling faces at us through the gates and telling the trapped players that their time was up and they should now swap places! They needn't have worried; it was to happen several times again, before they finally left the next day. I was invited several times over, to watch the game that night, in the end, I decided to be tactful and accept the invitation of the Manager, Gene Moyers. I took my friend Barbara, and we had a fantastic time. During the interval, the entertainment was just amazing - the trampolinists, the jugglers, the cheerleaders. Benny Shirtzinger, twirling his batons, was a real showstopper. I had promised to go round to their dressing rooms afterwards, but it seemed an impossible task - the entrance blocked by hundreds of fans. The boys came out to sign autographs, by this time we were being well and truly crushed by the surging crowd. I saw Ronnie Kim and yelled his name, my small arm flailing about in an attempt to get his attention, catching a glimpse of our frightened faces in the teeming crowd, the boys pushed their way through, lifting us effortlessly over the heads of the crowd and depositing us in the entrance to the dressing rooms, where we stayed until the crowd had dispersed. They wanted us to go back to the hotel with them in their coach, but whilst Barbara could have gone, not only was I not allowed in the hotel when not on duty, but even being seen socially with a guest was a sackable offence. Instead, we hitched a ride in the team's coach and were delivered safe and sound onto our own doorsteps. I would see them again tomorrow when sadly, we would have to say goodbye. I had taken quite a shine to Benny, the baton twirler. He was a very good-looking young man of 27, and he was happy to have my fan worship, he invited me to his room to collect an autographed photograph. When I went, he only had a pair of shorts on, perhaps I backed out of his bedroom a little too hastily, I apologized and said I'd come back later. The next time he came in the lift, he had the signed photograph for me, and signalled for me to put a chaste kiss on his cheek. He looked at me in a way that gave me the uncomfortable feeling that he found me curiously naive. Their departure was as crazy as their arrival - the front hall just a mass of luggage and belongings. And all these incredibly big guys coming and going, calling to each other good naturedly - such noisy informality would have given Mr Rendell apoplexy! With their departure, it suddenly went very quiet - The sedateness of the Grand Hotel had been restored.