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Hello Everyone, Have not been on the forum for some time. My husband has had some serious health issues, had a major operation but thank goodness is now doing really well. I was thinking about my family history and recalled a story that my Grandad Dobbins had a girlfriend before he met my...

My Mom was one of 11, used to tell me about her Daily Mail boots. They were grateful to have anything to wear.

Hi Rosie, I've heard of entranklements, not sure of its origin but have heard lots of older Brummies refer to their ornaments as these. I suppose it gets changed as time goes by. Anne

Hi Les, I've been looking at that today. It's fascinating. I can't wait to have another look. Anne

That's a fantastic painting Cookie. I moved to Kingshurst when I was 3. We used to walk across that bridge to visit my Nan at South Yardley. One day my Mom, my brother, me and younger brother (in a pram) were visiting my Nan in South Yardley. What a long way to walk, we lived over by the Chester...

Hi Wendy & Mikejee, If you look at the website below it gives a brilliant description of the penitentaries. The one at Wantage was for thieves (often for something trivial) and the penance lasted between 18 months and two years. The strange thing is that her father Richard Careless farmed at...

One of my ancestors spent some time at St Mary's Home for Penitents at Wantage. I googled it and found a link which tells me about how it was run and says women were sent there who had been living in sin. (Doesn't look like any males were sent to repent!!) Does anyone know any more about these...

Wow Carolina, that's an amazing story. Wonderful photos! Anne

Shortie, I know Sheldon from when I lived near The White Hart at Tile cross. Is Brays Road near St Giles church? Wendy, That's a very interesting story. We have kept saddleback pigs, in fact one ran at me when we were moving them, I tried to stop it and I ended up on its back, facing the wrong...

Hi Shortie, Years ago my husband used to collect scraps from pubs and restaurants but not allowed now. We give ours pig nuts, veg peelings and apples off our trees. It's good to know what they've been fed. I remember my Mom saying that the pork joint she'd bought had been fed fish and tasted of...

The reason the pig bins have disappeared is because it is illegal to feed meat to pigs in the UK. This is because the cause of the foot and mouth outbreak was due to meat being fed to animals. We keep pigs and the pork is delicious, best crackling you've ever tasted and just enough fat (couldn't...

Made ya look, made ya stare, made the barber cut yer 'air. One of the more politically correct ones for two ball. Another was Inky Pinky Ponky Daddy bought a donkey, Donkey died Daddy cried, Inky Pinky, Ponky. Spent many happy hours playing up the wall by the coal sheds. Anne

My Dad, Albert Bennett worked at The Met from 1936 to 1984. He ended up as night manager and they made him redundant when he was 62. As a child I was really proud to tell everyone that my Dad worked at Metropolitan Cammell Carriage and Wagon Company Limited. One of the lads in my class lost his...

On the last day of his life my Dad said to me 'My wench if you're ever unhappy in your job, move on', and I agree. I've experience loads, sexual harrassment, bullying bosses and spiteful co-workers but I told the pervs where to go, won an industrial tribunal against my bosses, sorted the bullies...

Does anyone remember The Wasp on the side wall of the Music shop in Hurst St? Better still has anyone got a photo please? Anne

I found this on a website describing playground games. We play this game with a really long piece of elastic, about 2cm wide and 3 metres in length. We tie the ends of the elastic together to make a loop. Two children stand inside the loop so they are stretching it relatively taut around their...

My Mom used to boil senna pods in water and drink the tea when she felt it was time for her babies to arrive. Swore it worked every time (and she had six). Anne

Good thing too. My Mother was told my brother had leukaemia in 1950, they took him away and she never saw him again. He died the folowing day and she never got over it. I know they meant well back then but I am so glad things have changed for the better. There was no such thing as counselling...

My Aunt had diptheria as a smaall child in the late thirties, early forties and spent months in Little Bromwich Hospital. I know she had no visitors at all. How times change. Anne

Noelle Gordon used to drive past me in her Rolls while I was waiting for the bus on the Hamstead Road in about 1973-4. Anne