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Many apologies. Of course I meant the Dolce Vita. Age must have caught up with me quicker than I thought. :( I wonder if it's possible to change the thread title.

No, Alberta, he was only about 5ft 9ins. There were still park keepers then, as well as parks police so it might have been the keeper. I can, however, remember a parks policeman called Jock who was quite tall, so it may have been him.

If I've done this correctly, the photo shows my dad, my younger brother and me in 1951. May I share with you some things about my dad, Parks Policeman (later Sergeant) Smith? Dad was a sergeant in the parks police and must have been on duty at most of the parks in Birmingham at some time in...

I spent some enjoyable times at the Night Out in the late 60s and early 70s. From what I can remember, it used to be free entry on a Sunday night. There were acts like Roger Whittacker, The Rockin' Berries and the very talented Roy Castle, amongst many others. I can even remember going once to...

Opps, sorry. I just noticed it said 'who', not 'what'. I can't remember having pictures of pop stars or people on my bedroom wall.

My earliest memory of something on my wall is a picture of a garden with the following poem: The kiss of the sun for pardon, The song of the birds for mirth, One is nearer God's heart in the garden, Than anywhere else on earth. I still remember it after all these years and, as I love my...

We must have been pupils at Lyndon Green about the same time. I left in 1960. I loved it when the pond was frozen over. We used to send stones skidding across the surface. And, in places where we knew it wasn't deep, we used to walk on the ice, although occasionally our feet went through and...

I think it's so sad that we have lost so many of these natural oases in our towns. We didn't have Play Stations and all the other modern gadgetry in those days, but we had something much more valuable. We had places where we could play, and let our imagination run wild. My imaginative play...

I'm sorry to bring this topic up again, but I'm still hoping that somebody will have memories and hopefully photographs of my childhood playground. For children who went to Lyndon Green Jumior School, 'the pond' was the place to play. I bet if any of you went to that school when the pond still...

No he died in 1973, and had been retired for some years then.

Yes, or 'partner' for those not married. Sorry, I wasn't very clear.

My dad was a parks policeman, Sergeant Smith, and Ward End Park was was of the ones he patrolled reularly in the 50s and early 60s. Come on, own up, how many of you did he catch doing the wrong thing?

I was wondering if other members met their partners in Brum and, if so, where? My wife and I met in 1969 at The Rendezvous, which used to be at the back of The Odeon in New Street. It was a ballroom dancing class, but we were never very good. I'm not even sure if the place it used to be held...

Shelagh, you are a star! I was beginning to doubt my own memory, because no one else I've spoken to could remember her. I began to think that I had been watching Mary Poppins too many times and had got confused with the old lady who fed the birds. Thanks for confirming my memories, and for...

I'm trying to get some help to refresh my childhood memories of the early 1950s. I often used to travel with Mum on the 58 or 60 bus from Birmingham to South Yardley and I seem to remember an old lady with an invalid trike, who sat on the corner of one of the streets selling lavendar. I...

Before Mr Whippy, and all those who followed, I can remember the Walls ice cream being delivered by a man on a back to front trike, with an ice box attached to the front. Of course, the ice cream wasn't the runnu sort, it was in little blocks, wrapped in paper and the cone, or cornet was not the...

I've found a Wincups and Abergele photo:

No, my dad was a heavy smoker - That was enough. Anyway, the slightest whiff of tobacco smoke makes me wheeze like a battered old accordian.

Alf, I used to go to Wincups as a very young boy in the early fifties. I can remember staying in a caravan there. I'll try and find a photo, but in the meantime, here's a picture of my brother and me in our pedal car in about 1953.

My early years' playground was a magical place known locally as "the woods" or "the pond". This was off Wensley Road and Wychwood Crescent in South Yardley / Sheldon. To us children it was a wonderful place to play. To our parents, however, it was not so wonderful. I can remember coming home on...