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Poetry D Jour by Beryl McMullen coming December, 2010


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 91 
 on: February 02, 2018, 04:44:55 AM 
Started by Kandor - Last post by Kandor
My all time top ten.

Everyone has their favourite records, of course they do.
 Some enjoy heavy metal blasting out into their ears, others refuse to have their ears subjected to anything but opera or classical tones..

Me? I like soft rock with good lyrics, ever since I was a teenage boy, a well crafted song has done it for me every time.
 And usually, behind each song is a memory, so not only do I hear one of my favourite tunes,
 I also replay one of my favourite highlights in life.
 So here we go,

Number 10.
 Are you Lonesome tonight? by the late, great Elvis

I used to sit in the back room of our old house in Ashted Row, Nechells and listen to my eldest sister and brother play new 45's to death, whenever I hear this song I'm instantly taken back to those days..oh I know nostaligia isn't what it used to be, Smiley but whenever I play it..I'm 9 years old again...simply magical.

Number 9
 Sounds of Silence by Simon and Garfunkel,

I didn't really become musically aware until I was around 15 and if I had to choose a song to do it..then this one is a great way to start.
 I was an apprentice Plumber working up Ward End with Albert Crighton, I think we were working on an outside toilet when from a window above, drifted 'Hello darkness my old friend'
 Full of teenage angst I related to it instantly, a wonderful song, the lyrics still mean as much today as they did then.

Number 8
 You're still you, by Josh Groban..

wow..the hairs still rise on the back of my neck every time I hear it, plus this is the one my daughter walked down the aisle to.
 What can I say?

Number 7
 Garden in the City by Melanie Safka.

Beautiful song invoking thoughts of growing old, it seems the more we gain in material things, the less we lose in our soul...and she's right, these days 'Heaven is so high, I cannot reach the sky'.
 I named my first daughter after her.

Number 6
 Poems, prayers and promises by John Denver.

I've been lately thinking, about my life time, all the things I've done and how it's been'
 Dont we all?
 A wonderful song...I hear this and I'm 22 again..where have all the years gone to?

Number 5
 Somewhere over the rainbow by Eva Cassidy.

This always reminds me of my Mom..
 I hope more than anything else she is..waiting for me...Over the rainbow..

Number 4
 Trailways Bus by Paul Simon,

'He can't leave his fears behind, he recalls each fatal breath'..
 I've lost so many people that I love..each loss scars me deeply and wounds me beyond description,
 I guess that's the price we pay for love.

Number 3
 Tom Trauberts Blues by Tom Waits.

Oh you have to hear this, it's a lot like Marmite, you'll either love it or hate it ..99% of you will do the latter...simply stunning.
 'And my Staceys are soaking wet'

Number 2
 Home thoughts from abroad.

A very special song that means an awful lot to me and a very special lady..
 Yes, I do 'know how Robert Browning must have felt'

Number 1
 Bridge over troubled Water by Paul Simon.
 The finest song ever written, sung by the greatest ever singer..
 half a lifetime later, it's still my favourite song of all time.
 I simply do not have the words...apart from these, even 48 years later, the song can still ease my mind.

 92 
 on: February 02, 2018, 04:42:44 AM 
Started by Kandor - Last post by Kandor

I remember Supercar, Torchy, Four feather falls, fireball XL5...all of them in fact.

I think the biggest scam around in those days was the Saturday matinee at the Ashted picture house...
 6d to get in plus 2d for an ice cream then (in total uproar) you'd try to watch the film..

I can remember seeing Flash Gordon and the Claymen and those early Batman clips..I swear to God, youd see him going over the cliffs in the Batmobile or being blown to bits in an explosion, yet the following week, they showed him leaping clear or escaping with hours to spare before his life was in actual danger....great days though.

Do you ever remember reading the Dandy and Beano? one of them had a comic story called 'The Purple cloud' it was about a strange puple mist fired from a gun and if you were wearing metal of any kind, it knocked you out. I loved things like that.,

There was another comic strip too that showed something like a Supercar, I cant remember the title now, I just know I wanted one.
 That leads me to making Go-Karts.. well, my Dad anyway, I can remember how he used to fix the wheels so the whole contraption (death trap, morelike) worked.

The back wheels were fixed rigid and my Dad used to get a red hot poker and burn a hole through the front centre so I could turn the wheels.
 We must have all been crazy in those days as I used to go to the top of Erskine St and just set off down the hill., its amazing we never went under the wheels of a lorry as we had no brakes whatsoever and well...turning was just steer and pray to God.
 We also used to modify the Karts with battering rams and tanklike coverings..

Can you remember that little strip of wood we fixed so you could push it with a pole?
 We also used to fix those big rubber bands (that used to hold together those bundles of firewood) onto the front, from here we fired arrows at each other in our duels to the death.

Its amazing really, the less money we had, the more fun we seemed to get up to.
 Having said that, I reckon kids from Nechells could have thrived anywhere...

To pad out our meagre pocket money, I remember we collected rags and took them to the Scrapyard in Alma St/ Inkerman St,
 We also collected Pop bottles from Vauxhall railway station..(they used to throw them in a big pile about 50 yards down from the station)..but our real party piece.. we used to climb over the wall of the old Co-op at the bottom of Revesby walk, we'd then steal a load of Soda syphons and take them into the off licence next door to the Cobblers at the top of the walk..

7/6 each you got for them, a veritable fortune..

 93 
 on: February 02, 2018, 04:40:10 AM 
Started by Kandor - Last post by Kandor

My Uncle Tom used to drink in the club at the top of Grove Lane, Handsworth.
 Locals knew it as the Horticultural Club
 Anyway, Uncle Tom was a real character, he married my Aunt Eva in the early 60's,

They were never blessed with children of their own, but no matter, they had seven of us who loved them both very much.

Tommy was originally from Dublin and came, like a lot of Irish
 people, to seek work on the paved gold streets of Birmingham.
 For a living he worked at Drews Lane for Leyland, doing a delivery job. Tommy didn't live for work though, most of his time was spent putting a smile on the faces of those who knew him.

Uncle Tom was on the Committee at the club, but he was never your typical club man, for a start, a smile sat permanently on his face, and he also had that particular twinkle in his eyes that a lot of the Irish seem to have.

By all accounts, he was a great dancer and I know for a fact, he could also hold a tune.
 He never had much money, he was one of those men who always seemed to live from day to day, he paid his bills and as far as he was concerned, the rest was party time.
 I do know this though, he had grace in abundance and laughter in his heart.

My Uncle Tom only had one family member a brother who still lived out in Dublin where he ran a small pig farm.
 His brother, without Tom's knowledge had developed cancer, and rather than worry him, his brother kept it secret...

Tommy had a secret too...at the same time his brother had a cancer growing inside him...so did he...

Tom's brother died 24 years ago, unmarried, alone, but never unloved...
 Uncle Tom joined him 4 months later,
 He was 67.
 He was a brave man who had a terrible ending, and he fought that inevitable ending like the man he was...
 A man with a smile on his face and a twinkle in his eye..

We use the word hero an awful lot these days, Uncle Tom was and is, one of mine.
 I did something for him on the day of his funeral...

You see, all my life I've been able to make people laugh..
 It's something I know he would have wanted,
 so I did it..
 On a cold icy day in January 1994, I made my Aunt Eva laugh until tears of happiness rolled down her cheeks..
 All that day, just for him, I played the Clown..

The problem was, do you know who the saddest person is in the Circus?....
 God bless ya buddy, I love and miss you.

 94 
 on: February 02, 2018, 04:39:12 AM 
Started by Kandor - Last post by Kandor

Growing up in God's chosen suburb of Nechells (and of course other inner city areas) fun and pastimes where pretty much what we made them,
 We never relied on material things simply because in most cases, we never had them to begin with.
 I remember walking home from Sutton Park when I was about 8 (Which being around trip of about 12 miles I find amazing)

Anyway I remember falling into a small stream in Kingstanding on our way back home, two really nice kids around our ages took me back to their house to get cleaned up.
 Their mother did the best she could and told me to say to my parents I'd fallen in the Brook but apart from a few scratches and ripped clothes I was fine.

Pretty good plan apart from one thing...Mom would have killed me.

The golden rule back then, was 'Do what you want but never bring trouble back to the door'
 The way I saw it, muddy ripped clothes constituted trouble and a severe thrashing, besides, I was a black belt in those days at gettin upstairs and changed without Mom seeing me...

We used to swim in the canal up by Belmont Row back then,
 The can was absolutely awash with rat urine in water, I do know one thing though,
 I drank gallons of the stuff....
 I also used to come out covered in green slime.

Its amazing how we never seemed to catch anything in those days,
 I truly think we were the hardiest kids on the planet..

We also used to play a game called 'Bashes'
 If the one kid jumped off a 10ft wall then the others had to follow him, or live the rest of their days in eternal shame.

I remember the one time I jumped a 6ft gap between two garages, the next thing I recall I was lying on my back, the first and only time in my life that I've been knocked out.

And you want to hear something strange? I never felt a thing and it was even quite pleasent, I was black and blue for days after though.

Allan, Derek and me also had some of the finest bows around. Our arrows were the real thing, brass tipped and bought for 5 bob from Rackhams.

I remember one time firing an arrow high up into the air, when I looked where it was about to land I shouted for Derek to run.

Derek was picking up his Anorak as the arrow flashed through his hood and buried 15 inches into the ground.

I loved my childhood, we played silly games like Hopscotch and Outings, we balanced on the thin white railings that ran all around Hindlow close,
 We played hide and seek, we built Go karts and Skateboards, we put together old Bicycles,

We played with what we had and we lived with what we lacked,
 The only luxury I ever had was my own cheap Telescope,
 But it was enough, it was more than enough, It allowed me to look up at the Stars...

 95 
 on: February 02, 2018, 12:11:28 AM 
Started by Twm Sion - Last post by townie
It must have took me 6 months to paint the hall strip and paint 8 doors by hand. I have changed the blade in my scrapper 3 times. You might think that is a long time but I have had to fill more holes and sand them down than a mole can make in a life time and there still not perfect. I suppose some people would say why didn't you just plaster, well I cant plaster and even if I could I would have had to move all the electrics.

You might say well you an't got anything else to do to do, but I want to start building my model, but getting the correct measurements is becoming difficult as nobody has made the model before. So its more research, research.     

 96 
 on: February 01, 2018, 10:07:14 PM 
Started by Twm Sion - Last post by Twm Sion
For months I've been promising yo put some shelves up in my office come junk room. I'm a bit of a hoarder. So need loads of storage. Rather than using individual shelf brackets I bought some of those brackets that slot in to rail that have been screwed to the wall vertically.

It's a studied wall (plasterboard and timber). Plasterboard is notorious for not holding up things, so I found the wooden studs in the wall and screwed directly into those.

The timber, I don't like chipboard or laminated board so bought some planed timber, about 35mm X 240mm. I sanded it down and put on three coats of Medium Oak Satin Varnish, water based. I managed to complete the three coats in one day and put the shelves up this morning.

Next job - preparing a 5 ton Hannix excavator for painting.....

 97 
 on: February 01, 2018, 09:53:24 PM 
Started by GardenGerald - Last post by Twm Sion
Total waste of time Gerald never did me any good.
They did me the world of good. I was so terrified of having my freedom taken away I behaved myself, plus the threat of a belting from the old man....

 98 
 on: February 01, 2018, 09:48:50 PM 
Started by Hattie - Last post by Twm Sion
Rhiannon, he said, you are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen, I can't marry you because, I am your father....

 99 
 on: February 01, 2018, 09:42:13 PM 
Started by GardenGerald - Last post by Twm Sion
Hello Gerald, my mom didn't directly do working from home. However, my brother had to get married and he his wife and baby lived with us. Pretty crowded in the little council house. My sister-in-law decided to do working from home or as we called it Home working.

We went to Kings Norton Factory Centre and picked up a few large boxes and packets of steel pins (like a dress maker would use).  In the boxes were those charity flags, thousands of them. We had to pick up the little printed charity flag, fold the top in a certain was and poke a pin through. We then had to pack 200 of these assembled flags into bags the size of a crisp packet. As a family we all got stuck in to help with the finances. Boy, was it hard tedious work and my fingers were so sore from the pins. Dad was always trying to make a jig that would make life easier. We never made it!!

My nan had home work assembling hair curlers. These were about 1/2 inch diameter. There was a plastic cylinder full of holes. We had to thread a piece of elastic through the end of he cylinder and then through two half cups, knot the elastic and clip the half cup together and pop them in the other end of the curler. Never got rich, but paid a few bills.

When I look at things today, the benefit back then was the family pulled together.

Twm Sion

 100 
 on: February 01, 2018, 09:24:46 PM 
Started by GardenGerald - Last post by GardenGerald
Hello TwM
Not enough is known about these illnesses. Research work has been going on since Roman times.
In those days raised beds were built either side of a narrow walkway and planted with  a collection
of many types of herbs.
The person that was upset or worried walked up and down the walkway dragging his fingers through the herbs.
The fragrances stimulated the nose, then the ears followed by the eyes and brain.
It is most important that we all stimulate our senses and also remember the taste buds.
Take care of yourselves
Gerald.

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