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Old Mohawk, I don't believe it was a road as far as I can remember, it was just like an alleyway. I certainly don't remember any houses being down there.

We have indeed Lyn. Icknield St today isn't a patch on the place it used to be. There were lot's of great shops. Like Baines, Wimbush, Hickmans, Stoddards, Reece and Felix, etc etc. Lyn, they certainly made fish and chips better in those days too. On Spring Hill, we had a faggot and peas shop...

I remember this pub very well because I lived close to it. The side door is where I used to go into the outdoor to get crisps etc. What a lovely pic this is. Looking up to the left of the pic, next door but one was Morgans Fish and Chip shop, another favourite haunt of mine.

Trevor, was the Palais de Danse, the one at the top end of Icknield St. The building that became part of Swanbrand (Bulpitts)?

You will enjoy it Sue. One particular chapter is heartbreaking, although of course the whole things is very very sad.

Yes that's right, it is called 'Shadows of the Workhouse, and it's an excellent book. So do read it sistersue. Sorry I didn't get back to answer you sooner. It's a very moving story and it's hard to believe that life could have been like that for some people.

I remember that blue Basildon Bond writing paper. The advert for it always used to say 'It had to be told on Basildon Bond'. Do you remember that Shortie? I agree with you totally we should all take care of the small things as well as the large. Respect for everything I say.

I've also just read a book by the same author which was about the Work Houses, and it also covered some of the midwives stories which were shown in the TV series. I thought the book covered the experiences of the midwives in more detail than the TV programme. Excellent read.

Me too Judy, and I sampled them a few times too.

All lovely photo's Lyn, your cat's are gorgeous. No wonder the stray comes most mornings for a nice piece of ham like that. That little bench looks just the right size for Ginger, and Teddy has found a friend that will never be any trouble.

Me too Lindloo.

What fabulous pics again. I bought the most beautiful suit from that Paige's shop, and still have a photo of me wearing it.

I know exactly what you Mean Trevor, as I've done some of that 'one stitch here and another there' myself. It's slow when the needle keeps having to be re threaded too. Also weaving in has to be done with great care, and I am sure you have made a super job of it.

Absolutely beautiful Trevor, I love anything to do with Alice in Wonderland, and this just hits the right spot with me. As an former cross stitcher myself, I know all the effort and time that has gone into this picture. Well done my friend. Thank you for sharing it with us.

Very sorry to hear about Max, losing a pet is an awful experience, so sad, and it always breaks our hearts. There will be many tears I expect Jean.

It's definitely a Brummie word then girls isn't it?

I was combing my hair the other day, and as I had been our in strong winds I remarked to my husband that my hair was 'luggy'. He said 'What on earth does that mean'. I am left suspecting that this is a Brummie word for tangled hair. My step mother also called ornaments knick knacks.

I did live virtually on the doorstep of Hingeston St Alan, but I honestly don't remember anything about that murder. I suppose being young, it didn't mean a lot to me really. I think my friend only remembers it because she lived close to the house where the murder took place. I think I would...

Unbelievable Topsy. £50,000 I used to cross the road at these lights every day on my way to school, but in those days it was just a zebra crossing with flashing beacons. Do you know what us locals called it??? The Gardens. It was about the nearest thing to a garden that we had around there.

Dalias, my friend also remembers this murder, as she lived in Hingeston St at the time. She would also have been about 10 yrs old, and had her picture taken by the Sunday Mercury at the time, close to the murder scene. She has, unfortunately lost the photo. I see you went to Steward St school...