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Tuesday, 31 July 2007

Index of posted items

April 28
Site Introduction & Welcome
Photo of the Estate
May 3
Tommy Higginbottom's comments on past and present reunions
Memories from Jackie Homefarm Rd.
Yvonne Holt's Memories (under comments), Memories by Stephen Corsham
May 4
Photo of Cuckoo Senior Boys School
St. Anns, My thoughts by Jim Davis
May 5
Pat Sibley's memories
May 6
Photo of Jim Davis and Dottie Snelling
Phyllis Newton (Gooch) Memories
Photo of Yvonne Holt's St. Ann's Class
Ethel (Stevens) Damian Memories
May 7
Photo of Yvone Holt
John (Taggs) Battaglia's memories
More Pat (Young) Travers memories
May 8
Photo of Charlie Chaplin (Brian Holt) 03 reunion
Boys class of 1947
Pat (Young) Travers memories
May 10
Photo of 03 reunion (Lambeth Walk?)
Photo of 8 & 6 Kennedy Path
Photo of Molly and Terry Bransfield
Photo of Sheila Bransfield
May 11
Photo of White Hart Pub
Photo of Laurie Rd
Peter Stringers memories.
May 12
How to navigate this web site by Jim Davis Snr.
Does this make me a bad father by Jim Davis Sr.
May 13
Trivia from our time
May 17
Terry Finnucine and the Day's, 05 reunion
Terry Finnucine's memories
May 18
Chriss (Davis) Turley's Memories
(Under Comments)
Dot (Dalton) Berg memories
May 23
John Battaglia's suggestion for a coat of arms
May 24
Photo of Tommy in Army uniform 1956
1949 Football Team from Cuckoo Junior Boys
Tommy Higginbottom memories
(Under comments;)
Sally Ware's memories
(Under Comments;)
Steven Corsham's memories
Eileen (Connors) Venney
May 26
The Cuckoo Crest
St. Anns Choir by Pat Travers
Jun 2
Photo of Maria Battaglia's 1946 wedding  
(Budd) Wright's Memories of Cuckoo Ave. 
Jun 4
Sally Ware (Weston) Memories
(UInder Comments)
John Holdstock's Memories
Jun 5
Bob Stevens Memories
Jun 6
Photo of the Old Cuckoo Schools
John Battaglia's memories:
Spread the word
Jim Davis asking the whereabouts of Ron Clark from Brants Walk
Jun 8
Photo of Tommy, Kathleen Kennedy, Brenda Field & Barbara Kennedy.
Photo of Terry Finucine and Sheila Bransfield.
Photo of beer drinkers at the 05 reunion
Phot of Eric and John Corsham
Jun 9
On the Street where I Lived (sign onto the street and register)
Jun 10
Ron Ratchford Memories
Jun 12
My Family by Paul Harris
June 19
Ethels comments on Photo
Photo of Maureen ,Jackie,Ethel and Linda @2003 Reuion.
June 21st The rules of Conkers(official)
June 29th
War time girls  Florrie Higginbottom,Eileen Higginbottom and Maria Batlaglia.Express dairy milk wagon.
Paul Harris's Dad as a boy and Grandparents they lived on Harp Road.
Victory Party From Stephenson Road 3 photo's.
Victory Party Westcotte Crescent 1 photo.
Ron ratchford with family,winter in Austalia.
Sylie Smith memory's.
The wagon by John Taggs.
July 8th,
Rememberance for Brian(Tim) Holt.Our beloved ghost from the past.
July 21st Triva.Letter from Eff,JimDavis letter,
July 28th Slow Dance   
July 30th Common Sense.

Comments

l have had a look at the cuckooites,web site its smashing,what a site,altho its a bit before my time,l was at st,anns from about 1948 on ward, l dont remember their being any boys at that time,it was all girls,
some of the teachers names was miss hyde,miss blanchard,miss cauilford,and the head mistress was miss hayes,all thro l did not live on the cuckoo estate,l had lots of friends l used to hang about with,l lived down in Hanwell broadway,ie rosebank road, and my last name was Taylor,so l dont know if there is any body out their that new me at the time.
any there is a lot more l can add but perhaps next time.
bye for now Phyllis (Phyl Taylor that was

09 July 2007 00:17

Taggs said...

We'd like to hear your memories too Phyliss or anyone else's who may have lived near the estate.
As for the weather here in the midwest...we'ved had lovely sunshine up and 'til tomorrow the 4th July...US independence..a big day..Americans celebrate their freedom from us Brits. Expecting rain tomorrow to dampen the fireworks, but nothing like Oklahoma and Texas are getting, they have terrible floods, I think it's as bad if not worse than the English midland's floods. American so vast the weather is pretty much different in every state. Las Vegas and Phoenix have about 120 degrees farheneit, California has raging wildfires, it's probably raining in Seattle where Tommy is, it usually does quite often, like Manchester England.
Take care...and Cheers Cuckooites.

09 July 2007 00:19

Eileen said...

Just read the latest "Monthly-News". thanks for keeping us all in touch. what would we do without you...cant beleive that "October" we will be putting our names down for our next "reunion" it soon comes round. please make sure that our names get put on the list. as we will be away on holiday in Benidorm for 2 weeks. enjoying some lovely sunny weather.

Sounds like you are enjoying some of our weather? rain-rain-and more rain. floods all over the place. we have had no summer at all. and we are in to JULY. we do enjoy reading all the letters from people. as you say. it does keep us all in touch

All for now.
Eileen & Albert

09 July 2007 00:20

Maggie Gardner(Ansell) said...

I lived in Wetcott crescent with Mum Dad and three sisters Irene Muriel Shelagh- life has changed a lot from those hard poor years- but I have fond memories of playing in the street with Jennifer Jones,Lionel- The Brookes family -am in touch with friends Val Bailey, Val Eaton, Jean Russell Eunice Betty etc
Send a message if u remember me x

09 July 2007 00:22

Monday, 30 July 2007

Common Sence

 

           Obituary
The Death of Common Sense


           Today we mourn the passing of a beloved old friend, something our parents and grandparents had a lot of, Common Sense, who has been with us for many years. No one knows for sure how old he was since his birth records were long ago lost in bureaucratic red tape.  He will be remembered as having cultivated such valuable lessons as knowing when to come in out of the rain, why the early bird gets the worm, life isn't always fair, and maybe it was my fault.

           Common Sense lived by simple, sound financial policies (don't spend more than you earn) and reliable parenting strategies (adults, not children are in charge).

           His health began to deteriorate rapidly when well intentioned but overbearing regulations were set in place.  Reports of a six-year-old boy charged with sexual harassment for kissing a classmate; teens suspended from school for using mouthwash after lunch; and a teacher fired for reprimanding an unruly student, only worsened his condition.

           Common Sense lost ground when parents attacked teachers for doing the job they themselves failed to do in disciplining their unruly children. It declined even further when schools were required to get parental consent to administer Aspirin, sun lotion or a  bandage to a student, but could not inform the parents when a student became pregnant and wanted to have an abortion.

           Common Sense lost the will to live as the Ten Commandments became contraband; churches became businesses; and criminals received better treatment than their victims. Common Sense took a beating when you couldn't defend yourself from a burglar in your own home and the burglar can sue you for assault.

           Common Sense finally gave up the will to live, after a woman failed to realize that a steaming cup of coffee was hot.  She spilled a little in her lap, and was promptly awarded a huge settlement.

           Common Sense was preceded in death by his parents, Truth and Trust; his wife, Discretion; his daughter, Responsibility; and his son, Reason. He is survived by three stepbrothers; I Know my Rights, Someone Else is to Blame, and I'm a Victim.

           Not many attended his funeral because so few realized he was gone. If you still remember him, pass this on.  If not, join the majority and do nothing.

           Author unknown

 

Friday, 27 July 2007

Slow Dance,

 Slow Dance
 This is a poem written by a teenager with
cancer.She wants to see how many people get her
 poem.
 It is quite the poem. 
This poem was written by a terminally ill
young girl in a New York Hospital.

    THE POEM.
            SLOW DANCE
            Have you ever watched kids
             On a merry-go-round?
            Or listened to the rain
            Slapping on the ground?
             Ever followed a butterfly's erratic
             flight?
            Or gazed at the sun into the fading
            night?
             You better slow down.
             Don't dance so fast.
            Time is short.
            The music won't last.
            Do you run through each day
            On the fly?
           When you ask How are you?
           Do you hear the reply?
           When the day is done
           Do you lie in your bed
           With the next hundred chores
           Running through your head?
            You'd better slow down
            Don't dance so fast.
           Time is short.
           The music won't last.
            Ever told your child,
            We'll do it tomorrow?
            Let a good friendship die
           Cause you never had time
           To call and say,"Hi"
            You'd better slow down.
           Don't dance so fast.
            The music won't last.
             When you run so fast to get somewhere
             You miss half the fun of getting
             When you worry and hurry through your
            day,
             It is like an unopened gift....
            Thrown away.
             Life is not a race.
             Do take it slower
           Hear the music
            Before the song is over.

  This young girl has 6 months left to
 live, and as her dying wish, she wanted to send a
 letter telling everyone to live their life to the
fullest, since she never will.

Saturday, 21 July 2007

Message from Jim Davis

Hi Tom and everyone, stories of the people that are being posted are 
in the most part interesting. But don't let our web pages just be for 
us older people, to reminisce about our childhood. Though doing that 
is good let us expand and tell stories about what has happened to us 
during our lives. Be it good, bad, happy, sad if you want to tell it, 
then I for one want to read it. We are all living in the real world 
and have done things with hindsight we might not do again. Tom
I do know you have had contact with a certain scoundrel lately, and 
he told you a few things about himself, and as far as I am aware you 
have not fallen out with him. So come on everybody give us a few 
confessions,you do not have to incriminate yourselves, but make it 
funny if you can. Last but not least Sisters Ena and Ethal both have 
had interesting lives and have a lot to tell. They just need the 
proverbial kick up the bum to get them started, and Dawn Orange has 
things to tell about her Nan who is as far as I am concerned one of 
us, so the kick up the bum goes for her also. Yvonne has said she 
wants to put our comments in writing before too long so let us give 
her the ammo'. Jim

From our friend Eff In Alaska.

Looks like when all else fails, Englishmen talk about the weather ::>)
 
So.....Here in Alaska it has been rain, rain and more rain.
We had such a late spring, which was due to the heavy snow fall that fell in the first few months of the year.  We have noticed that the wild flowers which cover the hillsides and the grassy areas along the roads, are not in abundance as in previous years.
 
Our boating experiences this year have been a disappointment. After putting gas in the boat to the tune of over $365, one engine conked out on us when we were about 10 miles out, so we had to cancel our fishing trip and return to harbor on one motor.  It turned out that an ignition relay was bad.  We had that fixed and poor old George was chomping at the bit to get back out on the water.  Well, we did go out the day after it was repaired and we bagged 3 really small Halibut and 1 pretty nice sized one.  I also caught and threw back, a Skate and a Double Ugly.  On the way back to harbor I was mentally calculating the price of the fish that we kept.  We would have been a lot better off to buy it from Costco at $12.99 per pound, or to have taken one of the many fishing charters available.  George loves his boat though and I wouldn't deprive him of it, even though it is fast becoming a rich mans sport.
 
We spend a lot of our time at our local Moose Lodge.  George is Chairman of the Moose Legion, which does quite a lot for charity.  We go every Tuesday to Taco Tuesday Night, where it is all you can eat for $7. We also play Double Deck Pinochle there one afternoon at the weekends. 
 
We are planning a trip east in September.  George's family have their annual family reunion on Anderson Island in Washington State, September 14th, and after that we are driving our R.V. across to the New England States and seeing the colours.  The Maple trees back there, turn to wonderful deep reds and oranges and are a sight to behold.  We made the same trip 10 years ago and decided it was about time to have a repeat performance.  The history back there is amazing, even though it is mostly about the revolutionary war against England.  I proudly inform anybody that will listen, that I am a 'Redcoat'.  We are going to visit D.C. too, and also my friend Christine nee Sanders who worked with me at the Granada Greenford.  She now lives in a town next to Gettisburg Pennsylvania, which is also bathed in history. (the town, I mean, not Chris).
 
On the way home, I want to stop in Sharon Pennsylvania and Warren Ohio.  I am deeply into geneology, and want to research George's father's side of the family.  He was born there of Romanian imigrant parents and was left an orphan when he was 8 years old.  His Romanian relatives sent him and his sister to Romania to be raised by their grandparents.  On reaching the age of 16, he went to the American Embassy there and told them that he was an American citizen, and with the help of the Red Cross they returned to the U.S.  I am hoping that there are documents that I can find, such as marriage certificates, birth and parish records that pertain to George's Grandparents and their children.  The information that I can find on line about them is very meagre.
 
Well there is my report.  I must add, that this morning it isn't raining, (glory be) so we are planning a camping trip 'out the road' for the weekend.  There is a large group of people there all ready from the Moose and Eagle Lodge's having their annual Fur and Feather camp out.  Tonight they will have a spectacular firworks display. 
 
TTFN
Eff

More trivia from the past.

More Trivia.

 

 

A.)  Name the stations the push 'n pull stopped at.

B.)   Name the other primary school that was just over the hill on Greenford Avenue.

C.)  Name the church that was on Borders Road.

D.)  Where did you keep the milk before you had a refrigerator?

E.)   How did you fill your upstairs bath with hot water before you had a geezer or hot water heater?

F.)   Apart from the Express Dairy, who else delivered the milk?

G.)  Name the newspaper shop that began with a "D" on Borders Road.

H.)  Name the radio station you listened to Rock 'n Roll on that faded in and out.

I.)     How many old pennies to a pound?

J.)     How many farthings to an old penny?

K.)  Where did the 211 bus turn around at Ealing.

 

Sunday, 8 July 2007

In memory of Brian Tim Holt.With his devoted sister Yvonne.We will miss you Mate.


My Memories Of my brother(Brian (Tim)Holt.

Dear all

As you will all have heard My brother Brian left us on the 2nd July 2007. I would just like to share a few of MY memories of him and perhaps his friends can share some of theirs. My first real memories of Brian were living in Brants walk and him sneaking out of the school to bring our sister Joan his school milk, until the teacher spotted him, that did not make any difference, as he still carried on so the head made sure that Joan got a bottle every day. As he was a scrawny little kid who had had rickets as a baby, because of the pain when they had to put the splints on,

 against the Drs advice, my dad burnt them and massaged his legs every day. He then encouraged him to go to the Cuckoo schools boxing club, where he won lots of fights and built his strenghth up.
He used to get into lots of scrapes, which no doubt YOU his friends could enlighten us. I remember him getting into bother for stripping the lead off the Cuckoo schools roof, which I believe wasnt found out until the rain started to pour through. Whichever of you were with him now is the time to confess. He also fell through the roof of the rent office when he was climbing on it , what for I never found out. So come on all you friends do tell.

Most of all I recall him as a brother that never got tired of me trailing around after him and who I was the sparring partener for and the bowler for cricket and even a goalpost for football. We both did paper rounds and after mum taking her share we were sometimes left with the money to go to the pictures at the Granada, where he would go to the loo and let his mates in through the exit door till he got found out. Were you one of those mates.?

Every morning before school he used to take Joan our sister to the White Hart to catch her bus for school. It was often late so he was always in trouble at school, but he cared more for Joan who was mentally and physically disabled than the punishment and woe betied anyone who took the micky out of her, he was very protective of us all. 

Some of you used to come to the house in the dinner break from school and raid our larder after spending the school dinner money on sweets or chips, were you one of the boys who ate my dinner?

We made trolleys with ball bearing wheels and took it down the hill at wescott crescent and greenford avenue although when we went down that hill we ended up in the road as we coudnt stop. We also used to take a skate and book down there you couldnt do it now with all the traffic.

We made guys every November and stood outside Douglases or the White Hart. We went carol singing over scotch common in the posh houses, some of them we got called in to sing to the elderly folk,although Brian used to mouth the words a lot as he was tone deaf or at least it sounded like it.

Fishing golf balls out of the river brent, pushing cars through in the floods, playing the wag to work with the milkman and getting caught by the schoolboard man. Climbing over the wall at the White Hart taking the empty bottles then going round to the off licence to redeem them, all bought in a few much needed pennies. Then on Sundays going to Sunday school (believe it or not he was in the choir) and all the pranks he got up to when Father Russels back was turned. He loved the Church lads brigade and marching to onward christian soldiers played by many of the lads on flutes and drums. Brian used to have a paper and comb and what a racket when he practised indoors. I remember him going to camp at Walpole Park and falling in the pond there Does anyone else remember it.? He used to scare the girls with his eyes because when he was a baby living in Brants walk, he was in the pram in the garden when the lady at the top I think Mrs Ward threw the ashes off the balcony and they got in his eyes , he had to have them cleaned out and it left him so that if he blinked in a certain way his eyelids used to fold up and he would chase the girls doing this. It was quite scary.

I have endless memories of a great brother and likeable rogue whom I loved unconditionally. But I would take comfort in hearing your slant on him as a child on the Cuckoo estate.Thanks in anticipation

Hey Bruv where-ever you are I LOVE YOU


yvonne