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Hey Eric, I remember when the trains used to belch smoke and start summer fries in the bracken. Regards, David.

You breathed the same air as me for I lived in the next street to it, Gladstone Street, and Atkinsons Brewery is still in my nostrils. One night a bomb came into our Anderson shelter and we spent the night in the public one under the brewery listening to someone playing the piano and everyone...

Today England, today also Australian journal. Many thanks. Regards, David.

Elen is my sister in law, meant it for Jean, sorry everyone as confused as me . David

Elen, send me your email and I'll send the poem if you still want it Regards, David

When we left Aston for Mere Green dad bought a block of land where we had pigs, chooks, geese and a vegetable patch. Now that was eating top tucker. Regards, David.

My Grandfather used to leave his cows in Sutton Park and each year my father went into the park to round them up. Regards, David

Thanks for that, Stitcher, see what fifty years living in Australia does for you? Mind you, I can still hear those bombs falling and telling my younger sister there was nothing to worry about but at the same time terrified at what was going to happen. Regards, David.

Thanks for that Stitcher, now I feel better. Is Acocks Green just up from Witton cemetary? I f it is there was a single house bombed on the road running from Aston passed the cemetary towards Kingstanding. If my mind map is wrong delete all reference to everything and get me put away. Regards...

My atempt at humour was not very funny. Sorry about that I was not extracting.Regards, David.

I remember Granny White and dad arguing about the number of German planes shot down after one raid. Dad said two, granny sad 22. After much debate garnny finally said, Ah but you have a 'Lectic radio and mine runs on a battery so they can't be the same.'' How we all loved her.

I can honestly say before and during the war in the back streets of Aston I never once saw a rabbit wearing glasses so I'm inclined to believe the carrot story.;)

I used to spend many hours on Whitton Wharfe on my father's coal lorry, it was my job to stack the coal bags as they were filled. A boy doing a mans job. The machine guns were always practising in the factory close bye. Lovely memories. Regards, David.

I'm not sure if this is the right placebut no doubt someone will put me right. ‘Two white ribbon’ David Weaver © He held her hand in the coal yard, asked her to be his wife. She started laughing at his dirty face, and replied, ‘Not on your life’. Looking so pretty with her long blonde hair...

Ahh the memories. I know some Carters if still checking. These came from Wales. Regards David.

We used to sit in class having the dreaded gas mask practise and hated it. One of my mates couldn't stand being enclosed so removed the cellophane eye piece and was quite OK until the teacher stuck her finger through into his eye. Wow, did she whallop him but he did the same with the next one...

Thanks Sylvia, nice to know we were not singing alone. Regards, David

Does anyone else remember singing these songs during the bombing or were they just family ditties we sang down the Anderson shelter. Old Hitler is a funny one got a face like a pickled onion a nose like a squashed tomato and legs like two sticks Next one sang to us by mum and dad before...

Jean, if you look very carefully you'll see her face in the trunk. Many thanks for all the trouble I've caused you. Now I can fit another piece into the jigsaw puzzle of my life. Kindest thoughts, David.

I think that was a cut out of sandstone on the left hand side on the road from Blackroot to the Sutton Town Gate. About a third of the way almost opposite the kids paddling area we used to climb on it. Regards, David.