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Thanks Patty, history passes with each one of us moving on to our next great adventure. Regards, David.

Thanks Bazz, very nice of you. David

My Brother, Charley Weaver, died this morning he was eighty nine. He was a coalman around Aston and Nechells. Served in the desert as a tank driver, took part in D-Day landings and was a good bloke. Thanks, our kid, for being my brother and the stories you told me when I was a kid have all been...

Hey mr mick, I have an old mate who was a Chindit. He sent me the book he'd written during the war with photo's and everything but I thought it would be lost when I cark it here in Australia. I wrote to the Queen and asked her if she could do anything but being rather busy her secretary wrote...

First sighting for me too, great stuff. Thanks, David.

I started school in Vicarage Road in1938. Miss Becket was the headmistress. Does anyone remember her?. Regards, David.

I was belted at school for singing, 'Good King Wenles last looked out in his pink pyjamas, something hit him on the snout, it was a bunch of bananas, brightly shone his nose that night and the pain was crueelll. Slap slap slap. Regards, David.

We were always 'Dashing away with a smoothing iron.' as well. Regards, David

Sorry to disagree Astoness, but the real true mixture that still brings a lump in my throat is Coalman's Sweat, horsemuck, Ansell's Brewery and the HP Sauce Factory at Aston Cross. Memories, memories, nobody understands like we do. Regards, David.

Years ago when I was underwater diving I burst an eardrum and totally lost my direction for up and down caused by lack of balance. Had to follow the bubbles to the surface. Strange feeling indeed. regards, David.

My dad reckoned he put some oil in his ears, to remove the coal dust, from the fish and chip shop. When he went deaf he got Docter Sudki to flush it out and out came four chips and a piece of plaice. I believed it for years. Regards, david.

An don't bring any 'orsemuck in the 'ouse on them boots'. Regards, David.

Yes Carolina, and 'daft as a brush' also springs to mind. Regards, David

Astonian, here's another word I remember. Aunty Mary kissed me goodbye, but I didn't like it because she SPLOTHERED. Regards, David

Hey Claribel I cracked this one at dinner the other night and ten Australians cracked up laughing. First time they'd heard it so it must be Brummie. Regards, David.

More memories for me here. I lived in the next street, Gladstone Street, but the back of our coalyard had a very high wall which backed onto the back houses in Queen's Road. Anyone remember the yellowy muddy hop trucks when they drove past leaving behind a pungent , beautiful smell? I also...

I didn't know of such things when I was just a young tearaway, not until I was eight anyway. Regards, David.

Never mind I'l bet you still looked lovely. Regards, david.

I lost a photograph, in Cyclone Tracy 1974, of me standing in front of an old coal lorry in Gladstone Street dressed as a Pea Pod. Even then I felt a bit of a twit but I'm now sorry the photo has vanished amongst the coconuts and rubble. Regards, David.

As I read this I remembered, as a nipper, we used to sing. There was a little girl who had a little curl, right in the middle of her forrid. When she was good she was very very good, but when she was bad she was horrid. Regards, david.