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Memories of Hucknall
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Parlett Ice Cream
Shop on the corner of Farley's Lane was the old dairy.
Goose Fair
I remember going to the Goose Fair in Nottingham in the late 1940s and we used to stay with my Uncle Jim Bradbury in Hucknall. On the way back from one of these trips my dad bought some meal for the pigs (he and grandad had lots of them on an allotment), anyway it was late when we got back and Dad took it down the cellar, and unbeknown to Dad, Mum had saved coupons to get eggs and sugar and made a cake for my 2 brothers birthdays, well did he not plonk the meal down on top of this cake, I am sure they heard my mother back in Hucknall the way she raved at Dad. I would love to hear from anyone in Hucknall especially if you remember the Bradburys.
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Bestwood Lodge
After browsing this site in search of any information or memories about Bestwood Lodge.
Nothing comes up other than Bestwood Village.
So I thought I would add my own.
So here goes...........Is there anyone out there who had a connection or a memory of Bestwood.....particularly the "married quarters" on Robin Hood Road, or Nell Gwyn Crescent?
There were only the two roads at the time which were surrounded by farmland in the fifties. Check out Google Earth, and it is very different now of course. All built up, although the once MOD owned houses look very smart with all of their new additions, ie Porches, Garages etc.
I would like to hear from anyone who lived there at that time, as I did.
"Brownie Meetings" in Bestwood Lodge (Now a Hotel) I have some great Memories from those times................anyone else out there?
Can you add anything?
When we Came Here
When our family, consisting of myself, Jean Pauline Smith, my mother who has since passed away (also called Jean, but her middle name is Audrey), and my sister and brother came to Bulwell, we came from the famous or infamous Balloon Wood flats, in Wollaton. We were given a three bedroom house on Hornbeam Gardens, Snapewood. It was a cold September when we looked around and going into the back bedroom, I saw the cemetery beyond. I was mortified, having only been at work for a year, I now didn't want to live so close to a graveyard. But since then I have marvelled at it. Our garden transformed from a mud hole with three layers into a lower patio area with a raised rockery. My mum started to collect a wide range of plants and her pride and joy were the heathers and oxalis/shamrocks. As I got older I contributed to the garden and we started to look at the wildlife that inhabited the cemetary and the gardens around... Read more
A Ride to School on The b5 Alfreton
On my first few week at starting Beavale Infants School I will always remember on rainy cold mornings that my mum always let me and my brothers Robert and Peter travel to school on the B5 bus, a big blue double decker. I'll always remember the red leather seats and the bus conductor with his ticket machine. At that time the the lollipop man was my grandad, Fred Beaver, who lived on Dovecote Road hilltop, he loved being among people and was a lay preacher at the church on Dovecote Road. My name was Phillip Beaver and I was only 5 years old at the time. We as a family lived on Baker Road, Giltbrook. I still have very fond memories of my childhood with watching the trains going over the old 40 bridges at Awsworth and playing in the brook down by Henry Short's yard to watch the coal lorries being loaded up while sitting on the shale hills as we only new as the shonkybanks. Mum's since passed on now,... Read more
The War Years And Later
I lived in Annesley Woodhouse from 1936-1950, when I was conscripted into the R.A.F. for national service. I attended Kirkby Woodhouse School. The Owston's owned the post office, and the Chancellor's, succeeded by the Lawrence's, the 'beer off'. The Fisher family were at the farm, which,I understand, is no more. I attended Saint John's Church, where the respective vicars were, Butler, Gibson, and preston. I remember Harold Parker, with his coal lorries and 'bus, the latter by which he transported the men from Annesley Colliery. My family moved to live in Mablethorpe, Lincolnshire, in 1951, and upon demobilisation from the R.A.F in 1952,I followed them.
In 1956, I moved to live in Ireland, and was subsequently Ordained into the Ministry of the Church of Ireland. I retired in 2002.
Happy Days
Although I was only a boy. Me and my two brothers went Percy Street School. Mrs Evans was the teacher I remember very well. We lived on Davids Square. We had many happy hours at the Vernon picture house, the old flea pit. Also on Billy Bacon's Field, Vernon Park and watching old Basford United, and making a lot of a nuisance to older people. I remember some families, the Walkers, Coopers, Browns, Bolshaws, Jordons. I will always cherish childhood. I am 65 now, I pass Basford quite regularly, Old Lincoln Street is that's left, sadly.
