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I assume your mother's birth surname was on the Adoption record. The records will be somewhere, I would think where the people who adopted her lived as mine were, and not from where I was adopted.

I recall one of my earliest memories, the milkman's horse was white, mum gave used to give him a carrot . Circa1961. The flower cart horse was skewbald and the rag and bone man's horse was a fine beast. Chocolate brown cob with lots of feathering. He always picked his feet up. They were a Romany...

I was trying to see the name on the float it may have been the Co Op.

I don't suppose this is any better. The lorry didn't sowmdown either but the horse was not bothered

I have a photo I will try and post later, how old is old? This would be probably 1973 in Dublin, my friend's granny with who I used to stay had the vegetables delivered. They were expensive but she felt sorry for the vegetable man! She would buy 2 stone of potatoes he put them in her bucket. His...

I posted before somewhere but Nan remembers a horse collapsing and dieing in the street. It stayed with her. she was a little girl and cried all the way home. If she saw a white horse she would spit on her foot for luck as they were a rare site. She remembers the pony having a good job he pulled...

Nan told me that they tipped the coal in the street by each house. If you didn't take it in you got to trouble. It was left to the women. In the 30s. She used to sing that song, Keep the home fires burning, while the hearts are yearning, Lord turn the dark the clouds inside out till the boys...

How hard life was then. Hard on horses. I think they worked till they dropped for many. People too. I wonder when work houses ceased to be.

In Amsterdam There Lives a Maid, The Keel Row, The Mermaid. Brennan On The Moor. When Daisies Pied and Violets Blue. Lavendars Blue Dilly Dilly.

Mine has 202 then 3180x on the back Songs Of Praise on the front with 2 deer drinking at a stream,

Mrs Maguire she was a liar took her a way in a black Mariah, and they set her pants on fire, not much of a tune though.

I was in the school choir which I loved and we got out of lessons for choir practice when there something special like the school concert, we sang Blow The Wind Southerly, The Cuckoo and Westering Home, Would She We Here, The Lewis Tramping Song, Mairie's Wedding etc. and the Christmas Carol...

Gathering Peasecods!!

We did country dancing at school. I was captain of my team partnering Elaine Hancock. A big wench bigger now. We were the worst of 4 teams but we had the best laugh. Neil & Christopher had to dance together they hated it. Neil had to be the girl., And when we did dances in a big ring like In...

Did you have the small blue hymn book?

It was sandman softy sweeping, I mistyped.And lady moon keeps shining not whingeing! Mac changes things I am sure. It is time for me to renew Nan's little kerbstone plaque is why I was reminded of her.

Fantastic voice gives me shivers and reminds me of Nan. I didn't know the introduction. She sang Loola Loola Loola Loola bye bye, does ya want the moon was play with, etc in her Black Country accent. And Go to sleep my baby. close your pretty eyes, sandal softly sweeping through the darkened...

I just noticed some old tramlines or the indentations of some in Coventry, and thought of this site. Not quite the same but similar. You must have a some left too. What struck me was it was a like rather than a track to nowhere more like in to another dimension.

I made a new friend last year who is Yorkshire born and bread. I was only in Birmingham for a matter of weeks and was raised in Coventry. He said, jokingly, that that Yorkshire people perceive Brummies to be thick, because of their accent. I replied that it's funny he should say that as we...