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I know how you feel John, my best mate came around to see me me last night, doing my new hip 'Knees up Mother Brown' work out, and we discussed your latest post. He's from Berlin and I'm from Aston. The Blitz was all part of our lives as kids, and somehow strange to say it's a bonding we have...

'A poet's journey'By DKWLast night I gently kissed your cheek,with the lightest touch of all.Like a butterflies wing stroking moonbeams,or the rustle from a babies shawl. I stared at your face and remembered the time,when you were but sixteen years old.The lovely eyes that half formed smile,but...

True as I'm sitting here with my Jack Russel. Any powk was always rubbed with moms wedding ring and Granny Wight would back it up because she reckoned hers was more affective. Strangely enough it always worked and was a well known cure when I was a nipper. They said the gold did the trick but...

Thanks Stitcher, just found your post whilst browsing. Nice to know its still fixing up people but I expect most of the nursing staff are near retirement as that was sixty five years ago. Kind regards, david.

The first time I went home after living in Australia for a few years my mom started to cry I asked her if she missed me so much and she repied, 'No but you do talk all funny'. Regards, David.

What's a Brummie you might well ask. If you've pulled on a gansy, had taters in yer bags, collected shrapnel in the craters, snogged in Lover's Walk, watched the strong man pick up a horse at the Onion Fair, smelled Ansells, HP Sauce coal dust and horse muck, all at the same time. Had one of...

Lovely picture, I was in the Woodlands Hospital sixty five years ago with a broken pelvis and the wards were full of polio victims strapped onto frames. Is the hospital still there for it was indeed a place with great medical staff.

I went to your school in 1938 cookie and we used pencils. Regards, david.

I've just had a ghost from the past visit me my old mom and dad. 'That 'orse wouldn't pull a greasy man out of bed Alice. Even with half a load of coal we got stuck half way up 'Olborn 'ill. Regards David.

Keep em coming Stitcher, it's the only way I can keep my kids and grandkids believing the tall tales of truth from the thirties onwards. I measured out the floor plan of an Anderson Shelter in my lounge room last week and they were gobsmacked when I told them I spent the big Aston Raid in one...

I agree Astonian, the first thing we had to do after learning to walk was learn to fight, but I look back on my childhood with fondness. I watched ordinary folk digging with bare hands to get people out from under the rubble caused by Hitler. Little babby's carefully wrapped in bits of torn...

Thanks for the photo Stitcher, it was taken the year I was born. That was my playground and used to love standing under the bridges and listen to the rumble of the trains. Then I'd cut through lover's walk to see if my dad went past on his coal lorry. Regards David.

Memories of times long gone. Nothing seems to have changed from when I was a nipper. I used to work for a short while at the Birmingham Rubber Stamp Company a few yards up the street. Loved the pictures no end. Regards,David.

Hello Astonian, I have a faint memory of a photograph of Gladstone Street full of old fashioned smog. Any chance of it being revived for my kids, they can't imagine it but the thirties was a little different? Kind Regards, David.

Apologies Paul, I missed your name off my reply. David

Yes, the same thing happened to my mate but it was the Americans that arrived. They handed out food parcels but were ordered back over a river the next day to hold the position. The Russians immediately moved in as the Americans departed. The curse of war I suppose and for my mate a very short...

Hello Chris, my mate and I just sit and talk like old men do. I'm the writer and take notes but have an unwritten agreement with him that some stories will die with us. The Russians were not nice to his mother when they took over Berlin but as he says nor were the Germans in Russia. Enough to...

My best mate, who is German, and while I was being bombed in Aston he was soon to be bombed in Berlin. We often exchange stories about our boyhoods, two boys of the war now brothers in old age. David Weaver from Aston.

Hey Nico, I understood a lot of these from Aston in the thirties, so expect there's a dialect crossover somewhere. Regards, David.

My dad said most of the kids pushers were abandoned in the churchyard. Still laughing in my weeties, thanks. David.