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Brenda I was talking to my sister on the telephone the other night about the incident and she laughed when she remembered her teacher hitting me on the head with a broom. Reckoned it was the best laugh she'd had in ages. Regards, David.

We used to sing 'Old Hitler is a funny one, got a face like a pickled onion, a nose like a squashed tomato and legs like two sticks.' Somehow I don't think this is what you're after but we sang it in class anyway, especially after a raid. Regards, David.

Thanks Ray, my father used to go up Holborn Hill with his horse and coal cart to serve his customers there and in Long Acre. Later, when he bought a lorry, I used to go with him to drag the bags of coal to the side of the tray to make it easy for him and saved him from having to keep climbing...

I went to Vicarage Road School, in the thirties, but it was a for boys as well. It was on the left hand side walking up from Aston Church end. The headmistress was Miss Becket. My sister was kept in one day, and as she was my responsibilty I went in and released her from standing in the corner...

What a small we live in. I used to go out with a girl called Joan Humphries who lived in Jaffray Road. It was at the far end where the road finished in a cul-de-sac. Regards, David.

Hello Astonian, we knew the Insleys well because our coalyard was Gladstone Street on the left about halfway down. Opposite was a little shop owned by Carrie Wainwright. I also remember the Pritchard family as the lived very close to us. You most probably saw a little scruff hanging around when...

Lovers Walk must have remained for quite a while after the war finished because I snogged there in my early days of interest. I too caught the train a few times but we used to go to Alrewas. Regards, David.

Hello Astonian what a great picture you've painted. I'm now standing in Church Lane again. In the 30's there was Bains's bakery near the curve in that road you speak of. Bee Bee the barber was near there he had an African Grey Parrot in a cage in the shop which was a bit scary as I remember it...

Does anyone know anything about the street urchins who guarded the cars of Aston Villa supporters, for home games, around the surrounding streets? I'm talking both pre and after the war. Regards, David.

Before the war Grandad Weaver used to own some coal barges on the canal opposite Salford Resa (That's what we called it.) I was there one day in the thirties when a fellow caught a pike and it grabbed his finger. Us kids thought it the best laugh we'd had in ages , but the fisherman was not...

I used to Jump on my Golden Flash, travelling from Four Oaks, rub my right ear off as I turned right down Sutton Hill tear through The Parade past the Empress and then casually park at the Horse and Jocky waiting for my girl friend. Nice memories. Regards, David.

Here's one for the historians Bernard. I was down a bomb crater in Aston, collecting shrapnel, when a policeman not very politely told me to come out or else. I told him to go away as you do and the next thing at the lip of the crater a group of toffs looked down at me. I remember the woman...

Hey Stitcher that's a great picture, I used to do the light fantastic at Maney Hall just opposite the Odeon on the Birmingham Road. Wonderful dancing and much practise for the gift of the gap.Regards, David.

No problems now Stitcher. Thanks, David

I had a problem too, but will have a crack at Mark 2. Thanks and regards, David.

Don't fall in Jean, they'll need a pick axe to break the ice even in mid-summer. I never could work out why it was always freezing cold, but maybe it had a direct link to the NNNNNorth PPPPPole. They reckon even the fish had wooly jumpers and the swans had hot water bottles on their feet...

Hello Pedrocut now I feel really old. In 1938 I was still living in Aston but seven years after that photo was taken I had my first slide down into the pool proper and swam out to the pontoon. Thanks, David.

Hey doug44, those photographs of the Jamboree made me sit up and take notice. I'd just arrived back in the UK from hitch hiking in North Africa and walked down to the Meadow Platt to renew old memories. Lovely days of yore. Regards, David.

What a great laugh this was. I remember Aston in the thirties with all the nits, scabs, powks and snotty noses. What beautiful people they really were though with a helping hand to the less fortunate even though they didn't have much themselves. The gossip around the washhouse sinks up the 'Back...

Yes that's it as I remember in the 1940's and 50's. The pontoon and slide were there then, but I still reckon it was the coldest water outside of the North Pole, for some unknown reason. Bracebridge and Blackroot were much warmer even when swam in on the same day. Kind regards, David, Australia.