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Like most grandparents, we give our grandchildren everything we can, both monetarily and spiritually, purely for our own selfish satisfaction. In fact I think it's a pity we can't have grand kids without having kids - they're a PITA.

And a fine building it was too - rather unusual for a church - more like a Victorian school.

What a terrible tragedy to befall him Christmas Day.

Like Louisa, we were taken to see The Conquest of Everest at the Regal. I can remember walking up Queens Head Road from Foundry Road School believing we musta been in it. In secondary school we were taken to see G & S's Gondoliers at the Alex. It was just about the most torturous thing I've...

I know that was a romantic era but a little before my time so I didn't wear any beautiful dresses. However, Kandor is infamous for them. 8)

As a kid I remember the smell of the rubber mask they put over my face before pulling my teeth. :(

ragga, While it satisfied your curiosity, it's inflamed mine: If it was issued in New Pence it would suggest military money was still in use decades after National Service ended... Curiouser and curiouser! ???

The third example in ragga's first post has to be fairly recent as it's in New Pence.

Charlie, The quaity and the aethetics are fantastic considering they were taken on the fly. Thanks for directing us to them.:cool:

The church must have gone as the only one I know in that area is St Cathrine's RC, where my daughter teaches in the school. Here y'go courtesy of Mr Google... The circular building is St Catherine's church.

Obvious when you think about it, innit? No wonder I never had any soles in me boots. :(

As a kid I always wondered why the dustmen tipped the contents of the bin into a small zinc bath, which they'd carry down the yard on their shoulders to tip into the truck. [And what about that for a long sentence? :(]

I can only remember the ashes from the fire and tin cans going in our dustbin. Of course, in winter ashes from the fire would be used to de-ice the path between the back door and the outside khazi. :redface:

That was the place for wedding receptions - twenty minutes in the registry office, across the road to the Crown for a pint or two and the job was done. Although I didn't do it, I did have my stag party there and can't understand what all the fuss is about getting married these days. 8)

Personally, I can't see that it matters whether a relative had a physical or mental illness. Whichever, it's no reflection on their character.

Didn't I read somewhere that the only condition to her generosity was that she remain anonymous but this was ignored after her death?

It's amazing how more people didn't get killed with those things - using them on electric irons with no earth.

Great photos Rod. :great:Did you get one of that chimney stack - the only bit left of the old Mint (or has that gone too now?) - while you were in the area?

Michael, what a way to go; stuck in front of a firing squad in your mother's knickers just for being a republican. Your enemies at least had a more dignified death at the hand of Madame Guillotine. 8)

Fay, I got exactly the same results as you. But, if they don't graze in Brum, they certainly do in West Brom where I took this photo.