Gerry Cannell
master brummie
Loved this. Many thanks.
There was a horrible thick pink medicine, but I don't know what it was.
Frozen windows on the inside.
The Champions.
The sound of milk bottles being carried.
Shared national pride when England won the world cup.
Butter in a bucket of water on really hot summer days.
The man who lay on broken glass in the Bull Ring and passed his cap round for money.
Bag of crisps with the little blue bag of salt.
Father Christmas at Lewis's.
The Magic Robot.
Jublees and Lucky Bags
The Outdoor
World Cup Willy
Bubble Cars
Those orange stick things, trafficators that cars had before indicator lights .
Gran turning the kitchen into a sauna when she boiled the christmas pudding for hours.
The smell of tripe cooking (now I really wish I hadn't remembered that).
Jumping Jack fireworks
Christmas food shopping in the Co-op in Birmingham...the crowds, oh the humanity...I want to go home mom!
The smell of gas at the dentist.
The sugar cube vaccine against polio.
Mrs Dale's Diary
That boy in school with the snotty nose who was nicknamed 'Candles'.
National Health wire glasses that kids wore with one lens covered up with a plaster.
Factory sirens
Those coconut mats with millions of needles that teachers made you gambol on.
The cane!
Tin bath on a saturday night.
Men wearing suits in pubs.
Bus conductors
"Penny for the Guy, mister?"...me on Aston Road North begging.
Brilliant! just one small correction. It was the old lady that stood at the bottom of the Market steps, that called out "Andy Carrier", "Andy Carrier". She was a fixture there throughout my childhood. Thanks for the memories though.When my mother took me into the city and the old market, I use to listen for the man shouting "Paper Carriers".
This is a photo of the Bag Lady who shouted "Andy Carrier"Brilliant! just one small correction. It was the old lady that stood at the bottom of the Market steps, that called out "Andy Carrier", "Andy Carrier". She was a fixture there throughout my childhood. Thanks for the memories though.
Absolutely, I remember the discussion some years ago. At the time, I mentioned that my Grandad was Jack Hill, and was well known in the Rag Market. He used to hand grind/sharpen knives, using a grinding wheel on a bike.I'm sure that 'andy carrier lady was researched in depth a few years ago on a Bull Ring or Market Hall thread and we even had her name. Of course "Andy Carrier" has been mentioned so many times since then that it is probably buried fairly deeply now.
Maurice
A strange thing I remember from the 1950's were 'Pig bins' originating from WW2 they were basically metal dustbins placed here and there along the roads where residents could put potato peelings etc in. There was one placed at the bottom of our grove on Gregory Avenue in Weoley Castle, I clearly remember mom sending me down to the bottom of the grove with vegetable peelings wrapped in newspaper which were chucked in together with the paper.
Mr Bailey looks very much like my mate Georgie Bailey from Potters Hill. I'm sure it's him...on another note, what a pompous and condescending interviewer, typical of those days with the BBC accent.
Wasnt there 2 sisters who actually did it?I'm sure that 'andy carrier lady was researched in depth a few years ago on a Bull Ring or Market Hall thread and we even had her name. Of course "Andy Carrier" has been mentioned so many times since then that it is probably buried fairly deeply now.
Maurice