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Posted: 21/05/2016 at 10:48

This thread is going down the pan Ladies Jewels and such. Starting my High School on crutches which started some bullying from upper forms I told Dad school was finished not going back. He burst out laughing, you have a pair of crutches a large cast with an iron on your foot, belt them in the Testimonials they will not come back twice. Belt them in the testimonials??? "oh we were so innocent" I thought it meant kick their school satchels all over, they must keep their testimonials in them? A week or so later I had to take a letter home it read "Please ask your Son to refrain from using his crutches as deadly weapons", end of bullying.


Talkback: Five types of peony

Posted: 19/05/2016 at 19:58

Jan Hove, How lacy are the leaves. With red flowers and multi petals it could well be

Paeonia Officinalis Rubra-Plena I have two one large bush with thin bifurcated leaves a very old type which most others could originate from. Also with lacy leaves Lactiflora and Lutea, though without a picture we are guessing.

Paeonia can have a single flower in the first year then nothing for four years one of my smaller shrubs did that but now has full bloom.


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Posted: 19/05/2016 at 11:37

Plant Pauper, I will loan you my little Tank, a gentle crush puts them off parking where they should not.



Posted: 19/05/2016 at 11:35

Hazel a  "notice may do it POLITE NOTICE NO PARKING" people see polite as Police and it seems to work.



Posted: 19/05/2016 at 11:32

Lyn yes Ye olde tin baff, imagine filling it when unlike us you did not have a boiler, some only had one gas light in the house and water had to be boiled on the fire. It must have been very hurtful though I remember one girl in my class no one would sit beside, my Pal Ken Luke shouted out she Stinks Sir. Met her years later, a smart nice looking girl who pulled herself up by her boot straps.


Progress update

Posted: 19/05/2016 at 10:49

Nora, I give up with the I Pad as the laptop works well, it means I will click on less often as the I Pad gets most use. I am getting notifications of threads I am supposedly following when I just dip in now and then, tried stopping them it does not work, I would be happy if you could stop them.



Posted: 19/05/2016 at 10:43

The good old days?? because we knew no better, that was it, Some had warm comfortable lives many lucky to have one hot meal a week. Some slept head to tail in crowded beds I had my own bed and listening to school friends thought it would be fun living as they did. Rickets were rife, Iron Lungs incurable diseases, happy days for the few misery for many. The 11 plus my parents could afford the uniforms and kit many could not, some of my friends left school to work at twelve to thirteen, intelligent kids, parents needed the money.

I go bonkers when someone writes about the good old days on my Local History Board, longing for Street Houses, one fire coal, one tap cold and no bath have they had a more miserable time since I ask. What happened to Mars Bars they neither look nor taste as they did in my youth when I would slice them very thinly and slowly enjoy each piece that was heaven on earth. No fat kids during sweet rationing.



Posted: 18/05/2016 at 23:21

Lantana, How about T'lampton worm, Cushy Butterfield, Keep yer feet still Geordie Hinney and the Keel Row. They were all sung with gusto once I started them off, a German and Welshman arms around each other singing "she's a big lass and a Bonny lass and she likes err beer they call's her Cushy Butterfield and I wish she were eer," would have us curled up laughing.



Posted: 18/05/2016 at 23:10

The house I lived in for the first eighteen year was a front section built in 1850's on to a much older cottage being on three levels, Mothers front sitting room, carpets and furnished with an open fire in a fantastic tiled fire place, up some steps to the living room complete with huge metal stove come fire which had two ovens a water boiler and various rings and chains for cooking appliances.  Then through to kitchen and wash house complete with water boiling stove. and a gas oven then out to stables and a large walled garden. Three bedrooms upstairs with a very high passage to my bedroom where sides of bacon and hams hung curing. In our house cut yourself a slice of porridge meant exactly that. The big cast pot had been hung over the fire (it never went out just damped down) the pot full of oats and water cooked over night and you literally cut a slice mixed in the treacle and milk to your liking and ate, the rest of breakfast was bacon eggs in season our own hens tomato or mushrooms in season and of course fried bread, if you believe the diet faddists I should have died years ago.

Problem Dad got me a Piano it would not go anywhere but the Front Sitting Room and that meant I had to go in there every day to practice. Hot weather I would throw the window open and a row of heads appeared as it was straight out onto the Mill lane, come on Sonna we want to play cricket Mother shooing them back out of Her Room.  Four of us lived in that house and at no time did I ever think others lived a different way. Our Village was ideal though there were plenty of two up two down no bathroom single cold water tap and as many as ten living in some, and there we were with a Front Sitting Room.



Posted: 18/05/2016 at 16:20

Lantana, no trouble with this then.

Aa went to Blaydon Races, 'twas on the ninth of Joon,
Eiteen hundred an' sixty-two, on a summer's efternoon;
Aa tyuk the 'bus frae Balmbra's, an' she wis heavy laden,
Away we went 'lang Collin'wood Street, that's on the road to Blaydon.


Ah me lads, ye shudda seen us gannin',
We pass'd the foaks alang the road just as they wor stannin';
Thor wis lots o' lads an' lassies there, aal wi' smiling faces,
Gannin' alang the Scotswood Road, to see the Blaydon Races.

We belonged to an advanced Armoured group alongside the German Armour with mobile Workshops so intermixed I was always taken by surprise when Rank and File German troops saluted me being a WO, our lot just called us names. At night beer would appear and a singing session commence, the lads always called me Geordie not knowing where Teesside was and the request would come Blaydon Races Geordie and after a few beers how could you refuse I often gave Geordie Ridley a blessing (not) for writing it, they always knew if I left a verse out.

Fun times though had the public known how close it came at times they may well have worried more.


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