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Friday, 31 October 2008

November Chat page,and food for thought

This thought has just occured to me. When photo's or text that is copied from other websites or publications is entered on this site, and the permission of the copyright owner has not been given, then copyright laws are being broken. I am not being paranoid, and maybe if it was discovered no action would be taken. But who knows? By the way the music on Tommy's Photo albums would also come into it. It is worth thinking about because ignorance is no excuse in law. So this is just Food For Thought. Jim Davis.

Thursday, 30 October 2008

The movie and where to get it.

 
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User Rating:
7.4/10   4,058 votes
Director:
John Boorman
Writer:
John Boorman (written by)
Release Date:
November 1987 (USA) more
Genre:
Comedy | Drama | War more
Tagline:
The epic story of a world at war. And a boy at play.
Plot:
A semiautobiographical project by John Boorman about a nine year old boy called Bill as he grows up in London during the blitz of World War 2... more | add synopsis
Awards:
Nominated for 5 Oscars. Another 15 wins & 18 nominations more
User Comments:
A perennial delight more

Cast

 (Cast overview, first billed only)
Sebastian Rice-Edwards ... Bill Rowan (as Sebastian Rice Edwards)
Geraldine Muir ... Sue Rowan
Sarah Miles ... Grace Rowan
David Hayman ... Clive Rowan

Sammi Davis ... Dawn Rowan

Derrick O'Connor ... Mac
Susan Wooldridge ... Molly
Jean-Marc Barr ... Cpl. Bruce Carrey
Ian Bannen ... Grandfather George
Annie Leon ... Grandma
Jill Baker ... Faith
Amelda Brown ... Hope
Katrine Boorman ... Charity
Colin Higgins ... Clive's Pal
Shelagh Fraser ... WVS Woman
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Runtime:
113 min
Country:
UK
Language:
English
Color:
Color (Technicolor)
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1.85 : 1 more
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Dolby
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Charley Boorman, who plays the Luftwaffe Pilot, is the son of the film's director, John Boorman. more
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Revealing mistakes: When Bill is being chased, the dog is running next to him in the last couple of shots. more
Quotes:
Clive Rowen: Billy, before I go there's something I want to tell you. You're not quite old enough, but, well...
[he produces a cricket ball]
Clive Rowen: ...it's the googly. Your hand is too small to master it, but you can make a start.
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Featured in The 100 Greatest War Films (2005) (TV) more

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A perennial delight, 31 January 2005
Author: pekinman from Illinois

I've been watching 'Hope and Glory' for almost 20 years now, since its release in 1987 and it is still a total pleasure to view. John Boorman has re-created his memories of experiences during the Blitz and produced what could have been a very cynical, black comedy. But instead of dwelling on the death and destruction he has created a delightful pastiche, almost like a fairy tale, viewed through the eyes of a boy, Bill (Boorman himself), as he adapts and revels in the collapse of all the old and comfortable patterns of his life.

I am no fan of child actors, of the Shirley Temple/Freddie Bartholomew type, but these young British actors are wonderful. Bill is played by Sebastian Rice-Davies, a kid who seems to be possessed by the humor and life experience of a 35 year old. His younger sister, Geraldine Muir, steals her scenes with her cherubic face and rapier tongue. Her commentary on sex is hilarious.

The cast is uniformly excellent, though often over-shadowed by their young colleagues. Ian Bannen once again shines as their grumpy grampa, full of vinegar and oaths. His character is revealed to the fullest extent as he shakes his fist at the power lines encroaching on his idyllic house on the river Thames, hissing out "I curse you, volt, watt and amp!" This is indicative what all has been lost prior even to the bombs falling; the advancement of what is popularly thought to be Progress.

'Hope and Glory' is a salute to a more civilized society that was dealt a death blow during The Great War (WWI) and would be buried forever after WW2, Hitler's bombs just sped up the process of the dissolution of civility and decency.

But there is hope inherent in this film. Humor survives and the links with the past are secure, as embodied in the relationship between Bill and his grandfather, they connect and that connection cannot be broken, leaving me with the thought that perhaps we can return to better days, before MTV, Jerry Springer, Enron, Bill Clinton and a government educational system that demands our conformity to some sort of ephemeral "norm".

'Hope and Glory' is endlessly thought-provoking at the same time making one laugh at the follies of human-beings.

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Wednesday, 29 October 2008

Movie Hope and Glory

Hi everyone,please take the time to see if you can find the movie called Hope and Glory.It is a wonderful story of World War two told thru the eyes of a young boy.It will bring many memories back to all of you.Also lets give a big round of applause to Mrs. Anonymous for shaking us all up and giving us one of the best months on our website we have enjoyed for a long long time.Great postings and wonderful comments that will keep bringing folks back to the website.

Sunday, 26 October 2008

Fw: "Penny for the guy" 1960's style.

 

Hi Tommy, as November 5th approaches, I thought it might be a good idea start to November with Penny for the guy story.

 

 

"Penny for the guy" 1960's style.

 

Every year as bonfire night approached, as a 12-13 year old I would go out with my guy to raise some cash for fireworks. I would scrounge some old clothes (well any that weren't being worn at the time) stuff them with whatever I could lay my hands on, then I would buy one of those horrible cheap cardboard masks from Jones's Toy shop to make the face. The mask's were held on with a thin elastic strap behind the head, and they came in really horrible colors like red or green.

Once I had built the guy, I was off to my favorite pitch, "Duggouts" doorway. Duggouts (Douglas's the newsagent/sweetshop) in Bordars Road was my favorite pitch, nearly everyone who got off the bus went down Bordars road, and most of them had loose change (smart kid eh). And there I would stand come rain or shine "Penny for the guy".

 

I remember one year while standing in my doorway, I kept hearing money being dropped, that distinct chink sound when a coin hits the pavement. Everybody would stop and look around, then someone would discreetly pick up a coin, then it all went quite. Ten minutes later another coin would hit the ground, chink. Again everybody would stop to look around for the coin. This went on for about an hour, until I saw a smiling face at a window, it was Terry Bransfield throwing coins out of his bedroom window then hiding behind the curtains as a joke, just to see what reaction he got. Nice one Terry.

 

As bonfire night approached, us kids would get busy hunting to find wood or anything else we could use to build our bonfire in the back garden. 9 times out of 10 it rained before bonfire night so we sometimes had a struggle to get the fire going on the night, but once it was lit it was a sight to behold. It's a wonder the house didn't catch fire as the flames were so high (I suppose they were especially big flames to me as I was the smallest). When the flames died down we would all put our potatoes into the red ashes stand around until they were cooked.  I can taste them now.

 

Michal L



Thursday, 23 October 2008

This bombing took place on Templeman Road,Cuckoo estate


Cuckooites civil defence

The Cuckooite Civil Defense
 
The photograph shows what tragic and horrific damage the bombing in WWII did to one of our homes on the Cuckoo Estate. This particular house was on Templeman Road, Hanwell, London, it was bombed in June 1943 just a few months after I was born and a stones throw from where I lived on Cuckoo Avenue.
You can imagine the deaths and injuries this must have caused.
The enemy bomber planes often broke through and tried to bomb the railway tracks which carried valuable supplies and which was situated in Castlebar fields just behind this unfortunate family's beloved home.
 
However while many men and women were in the forces at home and on the front lines, many of you and your parents were active in the Civil Defense.
As well as Air Raid Wardens, there were ambulance staff, stretcher carriers, shelter wardens, first aid providers, rescue personnel, gas decontamination and demolition workers, at work in factories assembling necessary and vital equipment, police men and women, Red Cross and St.John's Ambulance volunteers, communication staff and last but not least those brave firemen, many of whom endangered their own lives in a united cause and struggle against the evil that England fought until Victory and Peace prevailed once more.
 
To quote Sir Winston Churchill..."Never has so much been done by so few"
 
Were you or your parents or grandparents a member of the Home Guard or Civil Defense or just one of the brave few even maybe a volunteer not mentioned here?
 
Perhaps you now living safely abroad and Beyond The Brent or maybe you still live on the Cuckoo Estate.
Whereever you are today, please tell us about them and your memories and experiences in WWII so that we can pass them down to your grandchildren for you.
 
Thank you all,
and God Bless each and every one of you.
 
Signed: War Baby

Wednesday, 22 October 2008

War Memories

    Does anybody remember clearly when the bomb fell on Cuckoo Ave, and the names of the families it left homeless?  I know that Kennedy Rd. as far as Upfield was affected, and the windows were blown out of our house on Kennedy Path.  Albert Venney and Eileen must have clearer memories of that awful night.  I hope they can be encouraged to write them down for us.
    My earliest memory ever was being pushed in my pram, over the hill to be fitted with a gas mask.  Mum stopped by a house on Greatdown Rd, and the lady put her baby boy into my pram.  They gave us both a biscuit to chew on to keep us quiet. Mine was gone in a couple of bites and I remember watching this little boy slowly nibble on his and making it last for the whole trip. How I wanted to grab his biscuit, dribble and all and wolf it down too!
Frannie Pocknee reminded me once, about when Jeffrey (sp?) Mathews found an incendiary bomb over at Drayton Manor and brought the unexploded bomb home and put it on his mother's kitchen table.  She had a fit and had to call out the home guard (or something like that) to get rid of it.
Would love to hear any more stories that you all must have to share.
Effo

Ron Ratchfords memory's orriginally posted June 2007

I was born in Islington N.7 but was shipped over to W.7 aged three, for the improved facilities, not that I remember much about the Caledonian Road. There were nine of us in the Ratchford family, so we scored a large flat over Clarks the Bakers, our actual address was 21 Bordars Walk. My father was not overly keen on moving so far from his family roots, but he set himself up with his rabbits in the back garden and got on with organising an allotment down behind the Park Hotel. It wasn't long before the lure of the rabbits got to someone, for one night half of the prize rabbits disapppeared. This made him fairly ropeable and so the next night he sat out on the back steps with a shovel ready to whack anyone who might try for the remaining bunnies. Hour after hour he sat and nothing, then my mother called out that there was a pot of tea on the go, so he nipped upstairs for a few minutes, to be confronted with empty cages upon his return. I don't think this incident endeared him to the estate, but me, I had a wonderful childhood, being the second youngest of seven children.
 
There were not too many of my age in Bordars Walk, Sheila Bransfield lived in the first house, but she was a girl. I went to Cuckoo infants school in Laurie Road where I remember Miss Armitage, who had this enormous chest and then on to the Junior School. One of my memories of the junior school was English lessons, where I was embarrassd by my propensity to drop my aiches. For remedial action I was put under the wing of Michael O'Leary from Elfwine Rd, who was the best reader in the class and he would correct my 'ospitals and 'olidays. To such an extent that one day he annouced that I was ready to re-join the normal reading class. As each person read a passage the teacher congratulated them and on this particular occasion stopped the reader and said "Ratchford, you read the next sentence" I stood up full of myself and started to read..."and the prisoner in the dock addressed the judge 'Your Honour.....well o'course this was a word that had a silent aitch..the class erupted in peels of laughter and I died. Ah school days.
 
But I did have a streak of luck because my brothers had gone through the school earlier and had been brilliant football players. It was therefore assumed that I had inherited the same skills and I was called out by Mr Griggs to represent the school, when I was not even in the fourth year, much to the envy of my classmates. Mind you looking back at the games in Brentfield, the balls weighed a ton, as it always seem to be wet and muddy in the football season. It must have been good training though for I was selected to play for Ealing at the rather swank Popes Field near Gunnersbury Park.
 
Later, I managed somehow to pass my 11plus and won a place at Drayton Manor, which was a whole new world for me. My mum struggled to outfit me in the uniform with the help of Provident cheques. She always planned for the future, and my blazer was bought in anticipation of me making it to the third form at least.
 
My childhood friends were many and varied. I was a member of the Lennie Applin Gang, along with John Godfrey, John Lines, Podge Herring, Barry Beaman, Kenny Papworth and others, and I remember our rivals were the Brinnie Roberts gang up at the top of Westcott. I joined the newly opened Hanwell Boys Club after a stint in the 8th Hanwell Cubs. The Club Leader, Norman Crook, promoted the Five-a-side Tournament in the community centre and I thought I was in Heaven. It was around this time I started to notice girls and took rather a fancy to Jenny Jones, whose father helped organise the indoor football, but I thought she was out of my league a bit, so admired her from a distance. I did go out with a very nice girl from Upfield Rd named Maureen Foster for a while, but mostly it was girls from the surrounding area who were my main loves.
 
As I went into my late teens I spent more time with the Baker boys, Mickey Prior and John Dawe all who lived within a small area of Westcott. We have endured over the years, and whenever I return to England I catch up with as many of my old friends as I can. I had a few jobs around Hanwell, notably a postman on the estate in the early 60's, I must have fancied the uniform life, for when I was 18 I joined the British Army, which eventually lead me to joining the Australian Army and spending most of my life in the military.
 
I actually married a girl from Southall and we have four children and four grandchildren. My main interests are still family and football and I turn out each sunday to play in the Masters competition here in Canberra. My team likes to travel so we go to the all of the World Masters Championships, having played in the USA and in Canada recently. Australia overall has been a great adventure and for ten pound, very good to me, but that's a story for another day.
 
I think I can claim for planting the seed of the idea of an Estate Reunion, I was writing to Jen Jones/Sheila Bransfield and suggested that when I came over from Australia it would be fun to meet some others from the Estate in the White Hart. The girls arranged it and about 15 of us got together for a vey enjoyable time, and it was suggested we do it again sometime. The following year the very first big one took place and as they say the rest is history.
 
regards Ron

Sunday, 19 October 2008

Letter from the Editor

Whow,Whow,Whow,I have been not monitoring the site for a few days and checked in this morning,Well Mrs.  Anonymous you have definitely opened up our site to some great discussion that I feel as the editor is very healthy and needed.Some of your observances I agree with and some I don't,I believe your husband would be greater appreciated if he commented with his views along with you and we may not agree with each other but I can assure you he has nothing to fear from his fellow Cuckooites as long as he is polite and does not attack any of our group.
I know it is hard to please every one ,but when I started this website I wanted it to be a place where fellow Cuckooites could share memory's ,tell story's share photo's from the past and present and also share life's experiences.I have enjoyed the newcomers who have come onto the site these past few months and yes Michael I am sorry if you find those of us who have left the U.K and that have settled in new country's experiences a little boring.Maybe baseball is boring to you and you call it rounders but I can assure you the two games are as different as London and New York so please bare with us a little we do not mean to bore you, it is something some of our readers share and enjoy.My message to you all is get involved,criticize less tell us your story's and make meaningful comments.
My best friend for sixty years is a guy called Maurice Field,we talk on the phone once a week we grew up on Cuckoo Avenue and guess what ,our conversation usually reverts back to when we where kids and we swap the same story's over and over .That is what friends do.
I want to thank all of you for waying in it shows me you are interested in keeping this website alive and well.I will continuo to use your suggestions and try new ideas.
Thanks for being a Cuckooite and keep trying to improve on what we do.
Tommy 

Friday, 17 October 2008

Beef dripping that our Mom's made by Chef Tom.

Hi Jim,I have been reading all the comments you and others have made about that wonderful unhealthy spread we put on bread as kids and loved it.As most of you know from the age of fifthteen I have spent most of my life as a butcher and now the special ingredient all our Mom's used but folks have stopped using it as it is deemed very unhealthy and will clog your arteries quicker that you can say line up another round bartender.Here is the secrete recipe all our Mom's used believe me.You take a nice four or five pound beef roast of your choice,or a nice leg or shoulder of lamb or a leg or shoulder of pork.place this in a rousting pan .(here is the secret ingredient if you can get it at your local butcher or supermarket.It is called lard made from beef or pork.You need two pounds and you smother the roast with this lard ,the whole two pounds,now do not be squeamish,you then use a good helping of salt and pepper to sprinkle all over the larded joint of your choice.Place roast in the oven and bake at your usual temp to the doneness you desire.One hour before roast is set to be ready ad your par boiled potatoes to the sizzling fat for roasting.When you are ready to serve dinner remove the roasted potatoes and meat and set aside.Take a bowl like mom had that was usually chipped and had leftover drippings in and pour the fat and drippings into the bowl.All the sediment will drop to the bottom to form a jelly and meat like spread. Place in the fridge and when you want bread and dripping sandwiches bring the bowl out and let it come to room temp.To much bread and dripping will clog your arteries and kill you but who cares at our age.The next time you make a roast use the same drippings but add more lard to allow you to always have a good supply on hand when friends come by for tea on Sunday night.Dig deep to get the lovely flavor at the bottom and mix it with the fat that has settled on the top.Spread on fresh baked bread make sure it is crusty.And sprinkle with salt and pepper.
There you go dripping as your Mom and my Mom made it.