I'm a 'newbie' to this site, and doing my first exploration when I found this thread.
I was raised in Mary St, (right opposite Hallam St) and went to Mary Street School. Does anyone remember Miss Morgan, a teacher there, who broke five rulers across my knuckles in one attempt to discipline me? I wasn't born in Mary St though, as Mum was evacuated to Swadlincote to have me, in 1941.
Yes, the River Rea does go through Cannon Hill Park and Calthorpe Park, and if you climbed down the banks (I would be horrified if any of MY kids did it.) you were in a 20 foot deep gulley, and could walk from one park to the other. Of course, all the outlets from pipes into the river, created a slime base, and as the gulley base sloped downwards to the center, it was quite common to end up sliding into the Rea. This commonly used to be about four inches deep in dry weather, so there was no drownings. Just MESS.
There was also an air raid shelter in Calthorpe Park, and this faced onto Edward Road. Within the park, it was buried under a huge mound of earth, and left just a sloping concrete top exposed. Concrete that polished to a mirror finish by kids climbing up it. When you were little, you couldn't make the flat surface on top, but over time, you got further and further, until you attained a succesful conclusion, and became a senior member of the group of friends. It was while up there one day, that my girl friends Brother walking down Edward Rd, fired an air pistol at me, and hit me in the top lip and crushed it against my teeth.
Maybe some of you remember the conical roundabout in there? One day, one of the lads went to board it whilst it was turning (wasn't it always) and brought his knee up UNDER the seating platform.
It cleaved through his leg, right down to the bone. Not a pretty sight.
Our local kids cinema was the Imperial on Mosely Road. Saturday matinee sixpence downstairs, and ten pence upstairs, but right opposite, was the Mosely Rd swimming pool, and the library, and the seed and grain merchants where we used to buy a pound of pigeon peas for our peashooters. Our back garden one year, was covered with sweet peas, lying all over the floor, and growing up the private hedge. People trying to grow them, and us unable to stop them growing. The answer is clearly to carry sweet pea seeds in your mouth for awhile, before you plant them.
Right opposite our house, was a funny little Sunday School, run by an old couple and their Daughter. This is where we were sent every Sunday afternoon, as a matter of course. Perhaps an opportunity to increase the family size?) There was also the remains of an ancient garage, with two very old petrol pumps on it's concrete forecourt. This is also where the 'pig bins' stood, where people dumped left over / bad food, which was used to feed the pigs during and after the war. I can still smell them now!
Just up Mary St, was the Roman Catholic school, which backed onto the Church in George St. People often exited the church on Sundays, through the school grounds, and like as not, straight into the pubs in Mary St..... 'Snackers' and 'The Coach and Horses'(?) I saw one man one Sunday, exit 'Snackers' walk up the street a little, and then throw up, into a drain. Bad enough, but his false teeth went down the drain too. After a little consternation, up came the grid, and he grovelled around in the sludge until he found them. With a satisfied grin, he shook them off, and put them back in his mouth. 65 years, and the image lingers.
Isn't it amazing, that later years come and go in your memories, but your formative years linger forever?