paul stacey
master brummie
a national sport for school kids in the fifty's was being chased by a "Parkie", from illegal swimming, tree climbing, fence climbing, kite flying, fishing, bike riding, camping, fire lighting. ect.
A 'raft' I remember floating on was a large sheet of ice on the quarry behind Perry Beeches school. I think it was during the winter of 1947 and the thaw had started with the 5" thick ice breaking up. With three of us on board it floated quite nicely but was difficult to steer.THE RAFT PROJECT. ( The kids ). 1940 ish.
At one time our group of juveniles decided to try and build a raft with the intention of floating around on it
Hairstyles. Always plaits and bunches with lovely ribbons when very young with really long blonde hair. A little later aged 10ish haircut and permed. Into the early 60s onto the No 8 bus from The Flat to Carpenters Road walking up to Lozells Road for a bouffant with loads of lacquer and even a pink spray sometimes, all different styles backcombed - even the 'cottage loaf'. Into the middle 60s with the Cathy McGowan long hair. Then a Mary Quant cut with one side very short and the other side bobbed. Grew long again, and eventually the purdy cut. Grew it again and sleeping in rollers overnight (very attractive!) and sometimes leaving rollers in all day as well, but walk outside and with the wind/damp weather the curls fell straight out. Then the magical curly perm, I loved it just wash, dry and afro comb it. Still blondish. Many styles following but always with long hair, with a fringe, without a fringe. Until now (whitish) bobbed without a fringe. Some styles just keep coming back, when I look at the young lad's hair now theres not much difference in the short back and sides of long ago.
Some of the aromas and smells in and around Brum that we don't encounter a lot these days.
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(6) The aroma of Carbolic Soap during the family bath period on a Friday night.
Would that be weekly or yearly Roy :-}
The exotic aroma when you walk into an Indian restaurant
The smell of leather in a Humber Hawk saloon
The smell of fireworks round the bonfire
The fishy smell emanating from Brookvale park on a warm summers evening.