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Post by goodlookingone on Jul 31, 2020 17:15:13 GMT
Thanks for that, Arena... But? I'm not sure about it being the Oldest Business... One of my mates arranges a "Technical Visit" to The Whitechapel Bell Foundary, which was claimed to be the oldest Business, BUT, The Roman Sea-Salt Pans at Maldon was claining The Oldest Business ... Although I doubt if any Romans are still in The Management?
(Now that's got a Hare Running)
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Post by ARENA on Jul 31, 2020 17:35:27 GMT
Thanks for that, Arena... But? I'm not sure about it being the Oldest Business... One of my mates arranges a "Technical Visit" to The Whitechapel Bell Foundary, which was claimed to be the oldest Business, BUT, The Roman Sea-Salt Pans at Maldon was claining The Oldest Business ... Although I doubt if any Romans are still in The Management? (Now that's got a Hare Running)
OK The Guinness is wrong and your mates right:)
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Post by althea on Aug 1, 2020 16:12:46 GMT
My OH had memories of standing on a cart in the fields of his family's farm, watching the bombing raids on Liverpool. The farm was in Northop, Flintshire, but they could see across the Dee to Liverpool.
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Post by jimmy2020 on Aug 1, 2020 17:00:01 GMT
Anyone remember George V1 dying? No TV in those days, it was all radio and they switched to playing non stop solemn music My Dick Barton was off air as was Educating Archie The grown ups had Workers Playtime, Down Your Way, Mrs Dales Diary("I'm worried about Jim")and The Archers
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Post by aubrey on Aug 1, 2020 18:01:51 GMT
Coming in from playing in the field at the back of our house (prickly cut straw), mid afternoon, still hot; I wanted a drink, and was young enough to have to ask my mother to get it (also young enough for her not to be out at work); she was busy, and while I waited I heard something on the radio: someone, a woman, on a mountainside in a high cold wind, suddenly feeling herself turn old. I got my drink and drank it standing in the kitchen; when I went outside again the afternoon had lost its savour. What I remember most though is the horror of the scene on the mountain. It was years before I understood where it had come from.
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Post by goodlookingone on Aug 1, 2020 20:35:43 GMT
Anyone remember George V1 dying? No TV in those days, it was all radio and they switched to playing non stop solemn music My Dick Barton was off air as was Educating Archie The grown ups had Workers Playtime, Down Your Way, Mrs Dales Diary ("I'm worried about Jim")and The Archers Yes, Thre was a great deal of concern of The Kings Daughter was away in Africa (was it Kenya?) alledgedly staying in a Treetop Hotel... but more likely to be Wildlife watching from a Treetop, but living in a Hotel CALLED Treetops. My Feeble mind is trying to Locate the time between The King's Death, and The Sinking of the Flying Enterprise and Captain Carlson's daily reported dificulty on board the wreck.
My Dad (a Lorry driver) had collected his workmate's paypacket who was too late to visit the wage office on his drive to the depot from scotland. No Radios in Dommercial Vehicles in them days and He was surprised/confused at the mass of "Half-masts" flags in London.
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Post by goodlookingone on Aug 1, 2020 20:45:52 GMT
My OH had memories of standing on a cart in the fields of his family's farm, watching the bombing raids on Liverpool. The farm was in Northop, Flintshire, but they could see across the Dee to Liverpool. Not my first hand remembrance, (Stop me if I mentioned this before) at some time in the 1990's I was doing a job in a well-known-supermarket, and met a Lady working in a Fashion dept. She was 85, but back in pre-war days she was a "Ladies Maid" Living in the Dormer of a Big House in Winchester. She told me of watching the "dog-fights" from her bedroom window, of aircraft over the Southampton Docks (Mostly used by RN and USNavy). She also Told of an aircraft flying under a bridge: I note that a bridge on the London-Southampton Road is named after an aircraft: I don't know if its the same Bridge?
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Post by jimmy2020 on Aug 2, 2020 7:52:38 GMT
Anyone remember George V1 dying? No TV in those days, it was all radio and they switched to playing non stop solemn music My Dick Barton was off air as was Educating Archie The grown ups had Workers Playtime, Down Your Way, Mrs Dales Diary ("I'm worried about Jim")and The Archers Yes, Thre was a great deal of concern of The Kings Daughter was away in Africa (was it Kenya?) alledgedly staying in a Treetop Hotel... but more likely to be Wildlife watching from a Treetop, but living in a Hotel CALLED Treetops. My Feeble mind is trying to Locate the time between The King's Death, and The Sinking of the Flying Enterprise and Captain Carlson's daily reported dificulty on board the wreck.
My Dad (a Lorry driver) had collected his workmate's paypacket who was too late to visit the wage office on his drive to the depot from scotland. No Radios in Dommercial Vehicles in them days and He was surprised/confused at the mass of "Half-masts" flags in London. Flying Enterprise sank 10th January 1952 George V1 died 6th February 1952 Remember when she returned from Africa and the plane sat on the runway for ages before she got out. Said at the time that she was so upset she had to compose herself but in fact it was a much simpler explanation. In those days they didn't travel with a black outfit (they do now) so clothes had to be taken on board so she could change. But he was clerly dying when she left, those awful pictures of him waving goodbye when she left, they should have been more prepared
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Post by jimmy2020 on Aug 4, 2020 7:50:14 GMT
Did anyone else have a book listing train numbers? Sitting on the railway platform waiting for trains to go by and crossing the engine number off your book list
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Post by goodlookingone on Aug 4, 2020 8:45:08 GMT
Did anyone else have a book listing train numbers? Sitting on the railway platform waiting for trains to go by and crossing the engine number off your book list No, but I know the book is now a Collectors item Was it Ian Allen? But I did collect car numbers? EAN 545 was the Co-oP milkkman's 'lectric float.
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Post by ARENA on Aug 4, 2020 9:46:27 GMT
My obsession was cigarette cards. I collected every subject and memorised the information on the back. I still have some of my favourites. In 1945 I ran home excitedly to show my Mum some 'specials' I had just acquired. I dashed in and the words froze in my mouth , a man in army uniform was sitting at the dining table. I didn't know then ,he was my Dad. The last time I saw him I was 4 months old.
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Post by maywalk on Aug 10, 2020 9:16:46 GMT
Anyone remember George V1 dying? No TV in those days, it was all radio and they switched to playing non stop solemn music My Dick Barton was off air as was Educating Archie The grown ups had Workers Playtime, Down Your Way, Mrs Dales Diary("I'm worried about Jim")and The Archers Yes I was 6 years old and being sent home once a month from the so called Sisters-of-Mercy home to get adjusted to the family I had never lived with. I had been in that home and illtreated like others by these so called Sisters-of-Mercy since I was 6 months old through circumstances due to the Great Depression and the aftermath. On 20 January 1936 I was home for a week when the news came over the speaker of his death.
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Post by goodlookingone on Aug 10, 2020 15:00:29 GMT
Don't think our paths have crossed. Maywalk... My Geography (or is History) has gone wrong. One of the Offices that I worked in, was a Midlander and was telling of a Wartime experience with George VI th. Seems that after an air-raid in Birmingham, George VI was to do a tour of the results - It Started with The King being taken to the Mayors house, to escort him. Unfortunately, the Mayor's House had also suffered damage and The Voice replied. "I can't open the front door - You'll have to come round the back" - all third party resonse - but can anyone have any knowledge of Keeping the King Waiting?
and just for the record of Name dropping ... The afore mentioned Colleague came to join us in an old house converted by NHS into a suite of offices.. A previous tenant of that address (an Artist of some fame) had a paid apprentice... a wealthy paid apprentice.. together with Queen Victoria's Detective, acting as Coachman to (amomg other things) record any illegitamint births... Would that make him George V (NOT vi)'s sibliing. He was indeed The Person that a Latterday Police detective college listed him as one of the Suspects that they would have liked to interview him - You've all heard of "Jack of Whitechapel"
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Post by althea on Aug 11, 2020 9:51:46 GMT
I think many of us war and post war babies had difficulties forging a relationship with our fathers. Men coming home from service were often traumatised by what they had been through and there was no counselling in those days. Everyone just had to muddle along as best they could.
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Post by ARENA on Aug 11, 2020 13:47:20 GMT
I think many of us war and post war babies had difficulties forging a relationship with our fathers. Men coming home from service were often traumatised by what they had been through and there was no counselling in those days. Everyone just had to muddle along as best they could. June 1945....The strange man in khaki was sitting opposite me at the lunch table. I ignored him, wondering what my father would have to say about it. After our silent meal he went into the bedroom and brought out a huge flat cardboard box filled with exotic sweets (he was attached to an American brigade and had swopped all his cigarettes for Lifesavers,Hershey bars etc....my steely heart softened. OK, he wasn't the father I had been expecting but hey, he'd do! How cruel it must have felt for Dad , after waiting 5 years to see me.
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