Recent content by paul stacey

So many memories Pete, so true, I remember that old punch machine too, I left to join the army at 15 years old, my dad said he wouldn't come, but as train pulled out, saw him peeping, around one of the old iron columns. many memories!!

Maybe sentimental, but I loved the old smokey, dark, and eerie, Snow Hill, maybe because I went so much, as a child, lad, and youth, I always seemed to be there, so many memories!!

Very sad, remember having a few pints, in there as a lad!!

are there not any photos of the Bristol Road Northfield from the early 60's ???

There were lots of WW2, US, helmet caps, woolen with a peak, kids loved them in the 50's.

My dear old dad, always wore a brown Trilby, and trenchcoat in the 50.s...

What wonderful beautiful place, old Brum was.

I remember both illustrations, the photo, walked up that same hll many times with my dear dad, as child, and the Tram terminus, was always packed on Sundays, when there would be massive queues to board the various Tram numbers, very happy days for me!!!

TOC H was still around in the early 1960's, it was a CofE religious organisation surviving from WW1, sally Anne, and WI still around with tea wagons.

It does exist, but not as we old sweats remember, gone are the shops, and bars in barracks, gone are the housing quarters shops, and gone are the clubs, we all remember with gusto!!

I visited in 1961, Richard, for a coal board apprenticed career, we went underground , it seemed a very long way to me, they also told us that part of the workings were walled off, with a fire raging still, from an accident in the early part, of the century.!! needless to say went in the Army...

My Sister Marilyn was!!

where exactly was the picture, lived in Bartley Green, many years, never heard of it ??

So very true, would sit with my cousins, for hours watching, the lines, from the embankment, at the bottom of my Nans garden in, Vicarage Road, Handsworth, early 50's!!

I had a bike in the 60's, would not be seen dead in that hat Pete, #668 Richard, great sadness of my young life Richard, we were briefed to go to Brighton, Whitesentide Monday, 1964, as young sprogs, we were issued with pick elves, and helmets, to assist the local authorities in crowd control...