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Bomb Pecks

I remember fine fayre, 'where you can be fair to your family, and your purse' the ad said. It was our local supermarket where we would shop every Friday. My friend who lived in Chain Walk was Sharon Davies, her dad was a postman. We stayed friends for years after moving, but lost touch over time.
Hello Morvenna. Fine Fayre was a brilliant place to work at. They believed in looking after the customers & treated the staff really well. My friend who lived in chain walk was Diane Wilcox. We were really close but lost touch with her after my dad turned up at her flat one night using the excuse that he wanted directions to a pub in lozells, though there were others in aston that he used.
 
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Likewise, Eric, perhaps because there was no actual hole on the site next door to us, where five terraced houses were taken down. None of them had cellars due to the high water table. If you lifted a floorboard on the ground floor, there was at least eighteen inches of water less than a foot below! :)

It would have been difficult for the average bomb to make much of a peck in those conditions!

Maurice
 
I never heard of bomb peck until mentioned here. However, I was fortunate in having open countryside, the Stratford canal and the River Cole as playgrounds.
 
According to the Urban Dictionary site, it originated in Birmingham as an expression. I was born in 1937 and didn't leave Brum until 1961, and I can't recollect ever having heard it during that time.

Maurice :)
 
Hello Morvenna. Fine Fayre was a brilliant place to work at. They believed in looking after the customers & treated the taff really well. My friend who lived in chain walk was Diane Wilcox. We were really close but lost touch with her after my dad turned up at her flat one night using the excuse that he wanted directions to a pub in lozells, though there were others in aston that he used.
I checked on google maps to see if the fine fare building was still there, & they reckon it is a mosque, though I scrolled along lozells road & it appears that the old fine fare building is still there, though it appears that it is a chemists now. It's been 40 odd years since I was down that way & have forgotten what some of the building looked like. Maybe someone can confirm that I have the right building.I noticed also, that the part of chain walk where my friend lived, is no longer there. It is just waste ground. Very sad about that.
 
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I lived in bridge st west opposite the police station from 1959 to 1966 and there was a bomb peck at the top of the street my brother and I used to play there all the time he fell through a sheet of glass one day the muscle of his calf hanging out but he thought it was great as we walked back down home all the gang marvelling at the blood!! He was back up there again the next day we were made of strong stuff in those days not like the kids of today!!
 
Hi,

Anyone remember the bomb peck on the corner of Tilton Road and Garrison Lane
opposite the Royal George.
It was in great demand on Saturday afternoons as parking for the football
fans going to the Blues ground.
The local kids used to do great trade 'looking after' the fans' cars while they
were at the match.

Kind regards
Dave
 
Reading about the jam, dripping pieces brings it all back we used to have sugar pieces or cocoa pieces and we always shared our rocks one would have a few sucks then pass it to the next one! Remember a new chip shop opening on summer lane that wrapped its chips in a clear cellophane and white paper not like the usual newspaper thought it was really posh! Once a week bath night bring in the tin bath my brother and me together then the dreaded nit comb over the newspaper!
 
We had a huge peck in Phillips st, complete with a hill. i still have the scars in my bum.from all the stitches, the general hospital used put in.due to sliding down the hill on a bit of tin,or cooker lid etc..:joy:
 
I cant remeber the wood yard, but i can remember the scrap yard which i use to take the old grates which i had taken out the houses that were to be demolished, i use to get a tannar for each one. I remember two shops Arthurs and Dikes or Dykes. There was an out door around the corner facing the scrap yard. BRS was at the back of our house across the road. Our neighbour were Waddon, Davis at at the end was an old lady cant remember her name but she was nice and smelt of mint.
It was theft. housebreaking.factory breaking. going in and,taking items away 1575447106991.pngfrom property ready for demolition
they still were someone's property.at one time you was shot for doing that
 
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Did anyone love it when you had a loose milk tooth? Dad used to tie some cotton round it attach it to the door handle and push the door shut! You'd put the tooth under your pillow and that night the tooth fairy would come and leave you a 'tanner' it was great but in this PC society now you'd probably be had up for child abuse !!
 
Did anyone love it when you had a loose milk tooth? Dad used to tie some cotton round it attach it to the door handle and push the door shut! You'd put the tooth under your pillow and that night the tooth fairy would come and leave you a 'tanner' it was great but in this PC society now you'd probably be had up for child abuse !!
Think you are definately right about the child abuse. Kids get away with anything these days, because the country has gone too soft.
 
I lived in Small Heath in the early 60s. My parents had the Hardware shop at number 395 Bolton Road (the old Bolton Road, not the one that's there now) We had a "bomb site" behind our shop (About half way up Bolton Road) where all the kids used to play. I have never heard the expression "Bomb peck" either, it was always known as "the bomb site", or just shortened to "the bomb" as in, "Are you coming over the bomb, to play?" Great times.
 
I must agree with Kenfox. I lived in Sparkbrook from 1954/55 and I had never heard of Bomb pecks until I started reading this site. There were plenty of bomb sites around but we were always forbidden from playing on them due to unexploded bombs, but who could resisted a dumped old car with all the windows smashed? Always pretended to be racing drivers. glass on seats? What glass...............?
 
We always called the short cut at the top of Bloomsbury street a bomb peck we would run across it to the library ,one time it must of rained heavily and of our friends got stuck in the mud we pulled him out but his Wellington boot was stuck fast and he had to go home without it.
 
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