Who is freda payne dating
Who is freda payne dating
My best friends were John Hardy, Alan Smith, Christopher Jordan, we spent all our school holidays playing hide & seek in the Botanical Gardens, what a lovely place that is.I have taken my family to visit the Gardens and they loved it, how could you not?
We moved from 33 Clark Street, to 2/54, I remember Grimleys when I was a lad; I also remember Wynns chip shop. Sheila Rushworth, nee Bromley - Ken Adams is the name whose father kept greyhounds, also you have mentioned Alan Hinton, both are on my school photo under Osler Street, 1953 class 2a, they went through infant's to seniors leaving in December 1955, with myself and both were mates, also John Hubbard was in my junior class, I lived in Freeth Street in those days, hope this helps.Bonfire nights were great, all the weeks of collecting 'plunder' and storing it in one of the washhouses, we must have had the best night in the street because when the shop closed Mrs. Over the weeks I had quite a collection and decided I would feed the pigeons with 'my' corn so when they landed I threw the corn over the wall and watched the birds scoffing while Mr. My dad explained to me that the birds had been racing and they couldn't be 'clocked' until they returned to the loft. My Father was Lionel (Len) Wilkinson, he was the Manager of the Carbon Dioxide Garage in Parker Street, our House was next to the garage.My Mum was Doris and my Brothers were Derek & Ken, my sister was Gloria.We had lots of friends in the street, I remember the Cashmoore Family - Les, Hilda, Margaret, Susan and the twins, Roger & Tony.We all used to go on holiday together to Cornwall, I remember them as a lovely family.Regards My wife was born in 1930 at 67 Marroway Street, the home of her grandparents, Alfred and Matilda Quiney, also the premises of Rudge Brown, coal merchants to industry, for whom Alfred was caretaker, stableman and coal deliverer.
When my wife was 12 months old, however, her parents got their first house on the new council estate in Northfield.I cannot say if that gentlemans name was Clifford or Bert, but he did offer a good service.I believe the little shop narrowly missed being bombed during the war.Does anyone remember when they started moving us out in the fifties, how they boarded up windows and locked the doors of the empty houses and how tiny the pantry windows were - no problem.I was very small and could fit easily, the lads shoved me through, I released the catch of the door and in they went.I must have been the most popular kid on the block.