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an excuse to pop in for a jar?

I think they have to, although it grates a bit, as knowledge is not being passed down. The grandchildren think I am wonderful with the simplest games and make shift toys, even my fingers, that is not on an ipad or needs a battery.

I do also. We were all fascinated, with his tuning fork. Also the BT engineers used to shin up the telegraph poles there are tiny steps. Now they are not allowed to they use cherry pickers. And steeple jacks

Odeon Cinema Coventry I think is an iconic building with a spectacularly dome now preserved thankfully as part of Coventry University.

I still have a Rag Mag so a Rag Mag producer. One of the jokes concerns an avon lady

The muffin man

One of my birth relatives was too. His daughter can't remember the job title but he was in between the Birmingham slaughterhouse & the meat market butchers as a supervisory role, he was qualified to.to do both

I think drum and piano makers are becoming a trade of the past sadly. And piano tuners. I was told that a company makes furniture out of old drums, I couldn't sell a late friends for love nor money he had 2 drum kits. The Piano in The Tipperary Inn Meer End is a fish tank. Our youngest calls it...

Is that where they make an impression in sand then fill it with metal. ? Fascinating

They employed a group of women once from a Time In Motion company from Scotland. They always wore black . They stripped out a whole line of management 3 who took pay cuts & became secretaries to the remaining Managers who went up a peg. So much for money saving. We called them the Scottish...

We had some really unusual surnames . Possible occupations like Chitty. Ablewhite. Curtain.Hunting. Quilter. Squire. Yeomans. Facer. etc. Not many of those occupations about now.

We had those, they had us in seperately and covered an office wall with brown paper, then asked questions, the Time & Motion woman we nicknamed Lumpen Woman, wrote stuff on the wall, a Manager wrote her findings down which bore no resemblance to what anyone said. The Manager was promoted 100s...

We had like a big leather purse/wallet a bit sporran like and we wrapped it in a paper bag! and and you had to carry it under your arm. It was too big for a pocket. We put it in the bank wall like when you donate to a clothing bank and watch furtively if anyone was watching us.

I applied for a Secretary's job once but they said, you are a man, it is a woman's job. It was a higher rate than me too. But why not. I pointed out that Secretaries used to be men, I was refused an Admin job at the College of Midwifery too because I was a man, which started the interviewers...

Mercantile Credit. I read a document of my gran's. She had with them. It contained a poem called The Mercantile Marine. I think she had Pearl too.

Ironically I have birth family there too. Is that a bell maker? I went to school with a Margaret Bellchamber.

I used to have to take the night safe to the bank that the cashiers had taken in the day. Women were not allowed to. I was not allowed to go on my own and it was often difficult to get someone from any department to go with me. My mate took over from me and he took it on his own and got mugged...

WUMPTY. I used tonadministrate their adverts then the 'executive' from there became our MD. It didn't get me a promotion knowing him but it put me in good stead & treated with respect. Which was thin on the ground then.,

In the 60s my grandad's colleague & his wife sat in the front, his daughter sat on a chair in the back of the van & hung on to the back of their seats. On my first holiday in Dublin in my teens in the back of a mini van I rolled about in a bucket seat without legs, it had a broken central...

How many of us went long car joyrneys on holiday on somebody's lap. Or sat on a chair in the back of a van.