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I bet you went a a a a a a a a a!

I couldt lasoo anything but I tried.

I forgot about the broom horse. Playing horsey.The clatter is made when it fell on the yard . I used our hard & soft brooms & line props to make show jumps & athletes' jumps, long jumps. I put a plank on a ball like in the circus, to balance on. "You'll break your neck get off it!"

I remember My Black Country Nan saying how winderful Lewis's Christmas grotto was, every year, but she never took me.

My mum bought her wedding dress there after taking a wrong turn out of the station . I went with dad on the train maybe in the 80s we noted how friendluer it was, to Cov, & him a Coventry kid. My stepdaughter took her children this month by train, as she wanted to eat a sushi in a restaurant...

Sorry about the typos still having Mac problems, typing blind on my phone.

I love this thread. A large amount of children I grew up with were Irish. In Coventry. It is interesting to read Birmingham had areas where different nationalities lived. Not sure about the demographics here but I lived opposite a Catholic church & school. Our neighbours both sides were Irish...

I wonder where the name Vaults cones from, dad said thete was The Vaults in Cov. Just back from York, they have Victoria (Vicky) Vaults.

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Yes, exactly like these. Mum did Nan's moustache and her beard as she called it. I can still hear the sound of those wavers, they were very sinister. They were tge same colour as Nan's cake tins for baking, if that makes sense? But shinyer. Glad you kept them.

From the clippers? Nan used to do her mum's neck. She insisted mum had her hair short shaped & Marcel waved, mum would mimic her, then she rebelled, grew it, permed it, coloured it, bleached it, added hair pieces, rolls like sausages.

Arn't they Marcel Wavers? My Nan had those too I wish she had kept them. I used to play with them, pretended they were Aligators . They were a sort of a dull greeny brown. She had a hand clippers for the back of your neck in the box they came in (everything was in it's original box) & my aunty...

I remember kids scrabbling for pennies thrown in the mud somewhere in or near Portsmouth. Mum was aghast she had told me they used to dive for them. I have a photo of me titled Mudlark in Sandown. It wasn't mud but I had been wet then rolled in the sand. It was retrieved from Gran's when she...

We went to Southsea alot, Hayling island which miffed me because it isn't one, Eastney, which then had the barracks, and Portsmouth which dad called Pompey. We stayed at Mrs Austin's bandb her husband was in the navy I think. I called him uncle Bunny. I called her aunty Gwen, Grandad & Nan came...

Dad called it Weston Super Mud

One angle it looks like a monarch's head the other a soldier with a spiked helmet. Were they part of Robert Mole & Sons who made military swords?

Happened to me when I visited Christ The King Club in Coventry. We went to see an Irish band. In the 70s. I put 50p in the bandit and dropped the Jackpot, about 28 pounds. I shovelled it in to me and my mate's pockets and the barman changed it and I bought him a drink. I thought I was going to...

Mine too, lost in a flood, which was poppycock.