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Poetry D Jour by Beryl McMullen coming December, 2010

Notice: The forum is being looked after by Garden Gerald, Nick and Townie.

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 on: February 16, 2018, 04:43:58 PM 
Started by GardenGerald - Last post by GardenGerald
What School did you go to...What were the good times...What were the bad times.
Lets hear from you and see if we can find any pictures of your old school.

 on: February 16, 2018, 02:42:27 PM 
Started by GardenGerald - Last post by GardenGerald
There I was waiting in the wings to make my debut on this very special stage. Shakespeare Theatre, Stratford on Avon. A gentle nudge and I went forward.
How different to the school stage at Shard End and Rattigans Round Tables. I glared at my fellow actors before asking 'Who Betrayed me'


 on: February 15, 2018, 10:48:56 PM 
Started by GardenGerald - Last post by Twm Sion
townie, I was tying to think who it was. I think it was art or science. I think money is on Mr James Art teacher. When I look back he would have been the type to have an Avocado in the 60's. He was probably at Abigail's Party too.......

 on: February 15, 2018, 10:34:13 PM 
Started by townie - Last post by Twm Sion
Great stuff I do remember cars travelling like that, but it's the Dodgems that stick out in my mind. Did these cars have their own engines? As can't see any pole for the electric circuit.


 on: February 15, 2018, 10:12:25 PM 
Started by townie - Last post by townie
I have found it, it was called Brooklands speedway here are a couple of photos

 on: February 15, 2018, 08:37:59 PM 
Started by GardenGerald - Last post by townie
Townie, do you remember one of the teachers a Alderlea grew an Avacardo plant? I didn't see much fruit in them days apart from peaches out of a can. I'd never heard of Avocado.....

Twm if you know what he taught I might have a clue.

 on: February 15, 2018, 08:25:33 PM 
Started by Kandor - Last post by Kandor
My father was one of 5 children. He was the second child of Samuel and Florence Robinson.
 Dad came into the world on June 12th, 1913. His home was a small farm called Forge Mills in Water Orton.
 Dad had an older brother called Reginald and he preceeded Dad by two years.
 After Dad came Charles, Born in September 1914, Charles died shortly before the Christmas 3 months later.
 Than came my Aunt Eva in 1918 followed by my Uncle Les in 1921.
 My grandmother died shortly after giving birth to him..
 Following the death of Nan, Granddad took heavily to drink and dedicating his time to becoming the hateful, cruel bastard I knew him to be.

Granddad then met another woman called Florence, Florence Mk 2 already had two children of her own, a daughter called May and a deaf and dumb son who I only knew as Jack Gibbons.
 After Granddad married Florence, they produced three more children together. Samuel, Tony and David,
 David would become my favourite Uncle.

Which meant that for me in the late 50's, I had a load of immediate Uncles and Aunts and even better, our house was the meeting point for all the family.
 and once you add all my cousins, we were just one tent short of a circus.

Seriously, apart from my well off Uncle Reg (who I rarely ever saw) the rest of us didn't have two buttons to rub together, yet the whole house rang with laughter.

Why we laughed is one of lifes mysteries.
 We didn't have a TV, we had no savings, no car, minimal worn furniture and we lived from one week to the next, buying everything on tick.
 We hid from everyone who knocked our door, Blundells, the Milkman and at times because we couldn't pay our groceries we'd got on tick, we hid from them also when they tried to collect their money.
 I guess like many in Nechells, we had parents who dreaded Birthdays and Christmas, not because they didn't love us or didn't like the Xmas holiday, it was because they had to try to find extra cash to pay for them.

Every single thing we had to wear was either hand me downs or sewn and darned so heavily there was hardly anything left of the original material.
 No food was ever wasted and the only person we DID look forward to seeing was the guy who emptied our gas or electric meters.
 At least that way, besides the filed down ha'pennies, we also get a little bit of our cash back.
 I still remember coming home though on many a winters night to find our home was being lit up by the light of a few candles.
 No money for the electric meter in those days meant no light for the house either.

Then when my eldest brother and sister left school and began to work, the keep they paid Mom was more than just welcome, it was vital.

People talk about the affluent 60's.
 For the Robinson's, that was just a simple spelling mistake, for us it was more like 'effluent''
 It was shit.

I don't have many regrets in life, but my mother is certainly one of them.
 After pretty much struggling from day one, just at the time Moms life should have began to grow easier, the poor bugger goes and gets terminal cancer.

And if you think getting cancer in your mid 40's while you still have a son in Infants school was bad, Mom had to suffer the tragedy of losing her granddaughter in a traffic accident.

Mom weighed less than 6 st when she had to drag herself off her death bed to look after our Brenda.
 Where she found the strength from I'll never know, before mom passed she was also aware that besides Suzy dying,
 her sister in law and close friend, my Aunt May had also died with Leukemia , Mom followed several weeks later.
 It was a bad time.

Then we had a short respite for a few years before it all began again.
 Mom's brother Uncle Robbie, he died after two lads crashed a stolen car into him. My Geordie Nan passed away,
 my Uncle George choked eating a Takeway.
 Uncle Sam died of Cancer as did my Uncle Tony

The first four to be born almost outlived everybody else.

My Dad passed away 7 weeks before my first daughter was born in 82' and my wonderful Uncle Les was cremated on the same day my second daughter entered this world.
 It was a day of heart breaking contrasts, I was there for them both.
 Uncle Reg who I hardly saw and cared even less about, passed away in the early 90's...I didn't even know he'd gone until a few months later.
 My beautiful Aunt Eva died of heart failure in 1997, it was ok though, all Aunt Eva wanted was to be with her beloved husband, my Uncle Tom, a truly lovely man.

My Uncle David ? now he was a genuine hypochondriac, The man thought he was dying every day. strange to think he became the oldest ever living Robinson, passing away 2 years ago aged 83.

 Then the clock began ticking on us.
 If I could have put a bet of which one of my brothers and sisters would be most likely to go first, I'd have put my house on it being our Brenda.
 I'd have won too.

And on 11th September 2007, my brothers and sisters suffered our personal '9/11'
 After 2 years of struggling with cancer, at 15.44pm, one of the finest human beings I've ever known, was finally reunited with her little girl.
 I will love and miss our Brenda all of my days.

I confess at times throughout my life I have been almost broken by grief.
 It's the price we pay you know for loving those that we do,

Like the song goes, 'Love hurts, love scars, love wounds and marks''

 I wouldn't have it any other way.

See this scar?
 That was caused by crashing on my bike..
 The one on my leg, I had at school.
 When I fought a playground fight.
 The cut on my eye was caused by Ray.
 Through an arrow in full flight,
 The scar on my neck was made by a burn...
 By a blowlamp still alight.

The Tavern gave me 15 more,
 From my shoulders to my knee.
 Added together, there's 31..
 But they're just the ones you see.
 My real scars are deeper still,
 And some just never heal.
 They're caused by the loss of those I loved.
 Who taught my heart to feel.
 Those are the scars that ache and burn.
 And never go away.
 They just grow duller in their pain,
 I live with them each day.
 But how less a man I'd truly be.
 Without those hurting scars.
 For you see, it would mean I'd never loved
 And that would break my heart.

 on: February 15, 2018, 08:06:16 PM 
Started by GardenGerald - Last post by Twm Sion
Townie, do you remember one of the teachers a Alderlea grew an Avacardo plant? I didn't see much fruit in them days apart from peaches out of a can. I'd never heard of Avocado.....

 on: February 15, 2018, 07:56:05 PM 
Started by Twm Sion - Last post by Twm Sion
Hello to you all.

I've been doing a bit of DIY today. My old barn that I use as a workshop and somewhere to store things that I don't want to throw out, needed a new door frame and a door. The walls are stone.

The opening for the doorway is about 39 inches wide and 60 inches high. I made the door frame out of rough sawn 3x4 timber. Due to the wall being out of plumb, I decided to fix the two sides of the frame to the walls first as just two pieces of timber. Then placed the top part of the frame on after the sides were fixed.

The fixings were concrete/masonry bolts. Really easy to use saves Drilling and Rawlplugging. Firstly I drilled the timber with a deep countersink to hide the heads of the bolt.

The bolts I bought were 10mm diameter and 120mm long. The hole for the bolt was drilled with an SDS plus drill and a 10mm bit. All in place now. Job tomorrow is the go to timber yard for timber to make the door.


 on: February 15, 2018, 02:58:20 PM 
Started by townie - Last post by townie
Time for another clue. Its was lot nearer town than you think.

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