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Sunday, 1 February 2009

Febuary Bit's and pieces


 

55 comments:

Yvonne said...

Hi Tom , Jimmy is right its not that I dont want to send the photos, but as we have moved, I have nowhere to set the printer up. I have plenty of recent ones taken from my camera but the old ones, I cannot get on to send you. I dont mind sending you my origionals, for you to copy but I would want he originals back. You already have some of Brian when he was young and one of the both of us, also one of me as a teenager, so I suppose they could be used, let me know what you think I should do please. glad you are getting on your feet.

Yvonne said...

Hi Lynn, you made me laugh with your woodcraft folk episode. I bet Ernie and deirdrie didnt know what to do with themselves. Bury St Edmunds group always had the marquee, we had some great times,we went on a sponsored walk in bandages and splints, when we crossed round the golf course thye players face s were a picture we all had crutches bandages and splints on great fun. We raised a laugh if little else.

Tags said...

If you don't have a scanner but you do have a digital camera here's what one can do.
Take a photo of the old photo with your new digital camera, try and avoid flash bounce, upload the new digital copy and send it to Tommy as an attachement via email.
The quality will not be as good as a scanned version though.

Yvonne said...

hi tags or john, whats flash bounce, why do i have to ignore it?
No added comments Jim, I know what your thinking.

Jim Davis said...

Yvonne I am glad you know what I am thinking cos' I am in no state to to have a coherent thought. I've had more than a few drinks. So can we change the subject and talk about NBKs, so I can go to bed dreaming I am fourteen again. And please behave yourself because I know what you are thinking as well, You Bad Girl.

Val B said...

Blimey Jim, you were up late last night! Hope you enjoyed the drinks.
We had a few as well but then it was a Saturday night. They are still special even when you're retired.

Val B said...

Saturday nights I mean.

jim davis said...

It is a good job you added your meaning to your last comment Valb. If anyone in our group had a one track mind. They could have conjured up all kinds of pictures without it.

Tags said...

By flash bounce Yvonne,...I meant to try and avoid getting a reflection of your camera's flash in the photo of the phot you you are photographing.
Nothing to do with mooning, dirty old men in raincoats, or bikini tops slipping and the bouncy consequences thereof, just in case that't what you were thinking.
Although I'm sure you weren't but somone else may have been.

Tags said...

Blimey, my typing is really bad today.

yvonneh said...

Tags
Thankyou for the explanation but what is a phot, I am trying to imagine all sorts of things, could be a hot p or a hop, poth,opth, have i got there yet.
Jimmy Im a good girl, really I am, just an overactive mind. If thats what booze does for you I would drink more.

yvonneh said...

Hi Ted , in answer to your comment about len Ordway, I know Vera moved to Clacton to be near her daughter and I think you might find Lens E mail address on this site at the beginning. Dorothy Prior and I used to change comics, as I was an avid reader I was always at her house, I Used to live in Upfield road, no 62, who was it your mum was going to bash and what number was your sister? nice to hear from you on site I think we must be a similar age, I was born in 1940, I cannot place you, but send your then and now photo and I am sure my memories will come back.

Lynn Smith said...

Hi Yvonne, following on from your message to Ted. My uncle Ernie Ordway is related to Len, his brother I beleive. Ernie married my mum's sister Emily. They have been to the last two reunions. Emily and Ernie live in Putney and have done for as long as I can remember. If you are interested in an update Ted mum could give them a call.

Ted baker said...

Hi tere Lynn.If you could give him my My phone No is 0208532 8184. or he could email me. email addres is sarah.baker57@ntlworld.com
The last time i sew Len. Was when i came out of prison in 1965 i got a job at the place he was working.Over 43 years ago. i was a thief at school. thats when it all started even when i left i carried on stealing. till got put away in 1964.After that i bacame a born again Christian. And have been for the last 43 years me and my second wife sarah. who ive been married the last 19 years who is a lot younger than me.She works for the London City mission. At leyton teaching RE at a local school,they say a leopard cant change its spots. This one did.In my strength i can do nothing but in Gods i can do all things. by Ted

yvonneh said...

Ted,
Usually I have something to say, but what does one say when you have had such strength to change your life. Well done to you and keep enjoying your life whatever road it takes you along.

tags said...

I've got a suggestion, next month instead of Then and Now photos we could put some Now and Then photos on the site, if you know what I mean?
Such as what car we drove then and what car we drive now, or what house we lived in then and what house we live in now.
Or anything else that might only happen now and then.

Johnb said...

Do you mean such as having a shave?

Tags said...

Blimey John, it looks like it's just you me in the chat room, where is everyone, visiting those photos of their neighbours no doubt.

Grace said...

HI Tags been busy had a good response from genes reunitd on ancesters so been trying to catch up sorry you an John feel negleted will do do my best to think of something exciting ,funny or thrilling cheers Grace

Anonymous said...

Hi Tags I find it quite amusing to watch and read you conversing with yourself. Feel free to continue. I like the then and nows perhaps tags will contribute to the photo's or have I got you?

yvonneh said...

sorry something gone wrong again it was me wot writ the last letter

jim davis said...

I know what the problem is you keep pressing the wrong button. Computers either do what you tell them or don't respond at all. Mmm! typical woman.

Ted baker said...

Hi jim davies. are you related to sid davies he used to live at the top of westcott crescent were it joins templman. The last time i saw him was about 25 years ago. he was working on the dust. i was a dust driver at the time. Do remember how the ond song used go for dustman. My old mans a dustman and here wears a dust mans hat and wears gooblimy trousers and lives in a council plate. Its now been changed. my old mans a dustman and hewears a bowler hat and wears pin strip trouses and he lives private house. Thoes was the days i used to go in at six in the morning and was home by 10 am.And at Chritmas some crews could earn up to £700 each.Thats all changed now its gone private.Before i go ive got to say this. Remember people saying when ever you saw a hole in the ground there was always a council bloke leaning on his shoval. But to-day you see no one and the hole is there for weeks. Or traffic lights no one to be seen. excuse was waiting for the parts. In my day you never dug up a hole till you had all the parts. by Ted

jim davis said...

Ted just a small correction, you don't dig up a hole you dig down one. Yes Ted, Sid is my brother he told me to say hello to you, you used to go to the same Church years ago I believe. He gave me a class photograph to send to Tommy, it is a good clear one with people on there that have been mentioned quite a bit on cuckooites. I will send it to Tom after then and now is finished. Watch out for it.

Ethel (Stevens) Damian said...

Frannie Pocknee who lived next door to me worked on the dust when he grew up, Ted. You probably worked with him. He retired from there and went to live in a cottage in Sommerset. He knew about everybody on the estate. I think he has some of his memories on this site if you want to go back through the past entry's.

Ted said...

Hanwell Community Centre Youth Club

Held in the Old Cuckoo School

From Ted Abear.

My brother (Shaun) and I (Ted)with a friend Johnny Crew were members of the Youth Club in 1949 -1953. We lived in Greenford and attended the club every evening, including Sundays. We also played in the Hanwell Community Club Football team, this was run by a Mr Spring if my memory serves me right. We played in the Ealing Youth League. I remember when we had a football match against a boys club from Penrhiwceiber in Sth Wales on the football pitch at the Community Centre, and we then went to Penrhiwceiber by coach on a Friday and played them on the Penrhiwceiber Colliery football pitch on the Saturday. On the Sunday morning they organised a trip down a coal mine, the Deep Duffryn pit at Aberdare.

In July 1952 the Youth Club organised a weeks holiday at a Youth Camp in the New Forest at Brockenhurst, we stayed in log cabins. The group was made up of boys and girls.

We had a lot of friends in the Club who lived on the Cuckoo Hill Estate, I have quite a few names and old photo’s that your Cuckooites site might like to see.

The names : Girls Boys


Helen Johnson Ron Richardson

Sheila Kenny Clive Wightman

Sheila Braund Fred Wightman

Maureen Phillips John Griames

Phyllis Graves Sid Hooper

Maureen Foley Reg Smith

June Millgate Mickey Gooch

Len Price

Ron House

Mike Rogers

Jack Stannard

B Harrington

Derek Coombs

D McDonald

Jim Stroud

Joe Bolton

I will arrange to send them to you to put on your Cuckooites web site, should raise some interest I hope. Let me know if you get this.

All best for now

Ted Abear.........Swindon, Wilts.

Val B said...

Ted, I recognise some of the names although my brother Ken would probably know more. Sid Hooper married Doreen Cullers from Benham Rd and Jack Stannard married Brenda Cuthbert. Jack and Brenda came to the 2nd Cuckooites reunion. I knew Brenda well as we played in a netball team together for many years along with Joan Scott from Harp Rd.
Look forward to seeing the photos.

george said...

Toothbrush on stage at the theatre,says to the audience,
I must have the worst job in the world,in and out of peoples mouths.
Yea,Yea said the toilet roll!

tags said...

George!!
That's awful!

tags said...

What will the neighbours think!

jim davis said...

Seeing as you brought the subject up George. Don't you just hate it when this happens. Your finger suddenly pokes through the toilet paper. I guess that could be called a Pet Hate.

george said...

I believe that is called brown fingering Jim!!

tags said...

Someone better get the old scullery scrubbing brush and carbolic soap out.

yvonneh said...

gawd strewth, what will you boys talk about next,
If you used Andrex Jim instead of those cheap bog rolls, your finger would not go through.

jim davis said...

Oh Yeah! well I supose you think it is Ok talking about Winkles and Crumpet do you? So don't get your NBKs in a twist. Miss ( Goody two shoes ) By the way where did that saying come from?

jim davis said...

And anyway Yvonne, I did not say what it is that I am doing when my finger pops through. I use it for blowing my nose so there. it just goes to show where you George's mind's dwell.

ynnh said...

did you mean my gorgeous mind Jim as I dont know a george. Dont come it with me |Jim you were aswering a remark about toilet rolls not hankies.

jim davis said...

Sorry about that err! hmmm! oh yes Yvonne, I forgot to put { and } in my last coment. Or you have a bad case of short term memory loss. George Key is the one that started the toilet roll thing. So there ! Nerr Ner Na oh well you should know the rest.

Anonymous said...

I remember you I went to Brockenhurst as well i remember all the people you listed I was Sylvia Smith from Homefarm Road

Valma Edwards said...

Hi - I visited Cuckoo Estate and my relations - the family of William
Carter - just after the second World War. They were a family of girls, all
of whom were very kind to their younger cousin. My name then was Valma
Morgan and we lived in Cricklewood William was the half brother of my
grandfather Thomas Carter who had moved from London to Wales. My cousin
Peggy Jones and I remember the family fondly and would like find out what
became of them. All we remember is that they lived on the Cuckoo Estate -
who can forget such a wonderful name!Perhaps one of your readers may recall
the family. With regards - Valma Edwards

Ron Ratchford said...

I have a confession to make, in the fifties I sold the "News, Star ' Standard Classifieds" outside the White Hart, Saturday evenings on behalf of the Douglas's. I remember they were twopence halfpenny each. But as the evening drew in and it got gloomier I noted that some buyers would actually give me one shilling and twopence. The 'bob' being roughly the same size as the ha'penny. Unfortunately I would pocket the shilling rather guiltily. Does anyone else want to come clean on some shady activity? I don't mean armed robbery, but perhaps nicking an odd pinta off the milko. And me a grammar school boy!

georgek said...

Blimey Ron,I hope you never nicked a pinta from me,I was an inspector for United Daries and when the regular milkman was on holiday or sick I had to take over his round,the round,Cuckoo Estate.It was one of the best jobs I ever had.

Lynn Smith said...

Well Ron I have a confession of another sort, don't get excited Jim it's not that sort!!! My paternal grandmother nanny Boyce lived with us for a while in Cuckoo Ave. She was quite frail and slept in a bed in the downstairs front room. I can't recall how old I was porbably nine or ten I reckon. I was playing with a water pistol in the shape of a tortoise, no one else in the room and nan was storing away like a steam train. I was holding the tortoise upwards watching how high I could squirt the water into the air (not the best thing to be doing indoors I know but hey ho seemed like a good idea at the time). My nan let out one of her very loud snores which made me jump and I pulled the pistol trigger much harder than planned. The water squirted high up into the air and landed with a great splah on my nan's face. She woke with such a start I thought she was going to have a heart attack. In true childlike fashion I hid the pistol quickly under a cushion when I heard my mum and dad running in from the kitchen. My nan had my dad taking up the floor boards and everything looking for the leak that had woken her up. Shame to say I didn't confess until about twnety years later at an aunty's funeral when we were sharing stories about nan's snoring.My dad poor thing had already passed away himself by then so he never did know where nan's leak came from. Shame on me!!! but I still have a little giggle at the way she shot bolt upright that day.

bob stevens said...

The United Dairy milkman was always humming, I don't think it was any tune in particlar, just a mmmmm noise. he stopped to so woe to the horse and again with a click,click from the corner of his mouth to get it going again, the rest of the time mmmmmmm.

jim davis said...

My confession. My brother Sid and I was waiting in Miami Airport for an internal flight to Boston ( I think it was ) where we were due to transfer to an International flight back to the Uk. Our flight was not showing on the boards and as time went on I became a little concerned. I spoke to the check in staff and they said our plane had not yet left where ever it was coming from, but assured me we would get to Boston in time. After a while there was still no sign of it, so I said to Sid come with me but let me do the talking. "What are you going to do"? he said. I replied oh don't worry about that just leave it to me. So back I went with Sid trailing behind me and I chose a woman that I though because of her age she might be able to empathy with me. In a nutshell I told her we needed to get home as quickly as possible because our Mother had died. As I started speaking Sid turned away with hunched shoulders that were shaking, it did look very sad and had the desired effect on the kindly woman. Whilst I waited she made several phone calls, then told me come what may we would get to Boston in time for our connecting flight. Though not crying she was very emotional and could not do enough for us. I went back over to Sid and told him of the situation and he said. " What did you tell them Mum had died for"? I said, " Well I was telling the truth she did die" Yeah she did, retorted Sid but that was twenty odd years ago you wicked Sod. How ungrateful can you get I got him home on time and that was all the thanks I got. Oh yes Sorry Mum!

Tommy said...

Jim I have a feeling your pulling our leg,not sure which one,but it is a great story anyway.

jim davis said...

No Tom you are wrong It did happen, and my tale is an honest telling of it. I can't seem to help it I just do things like that sometimes

jim davis said...

This is another silly tale that is true. A few years ago before I sold my house in Kingshill Avenue, I left for work and as I was driving down the road, I noticed the traffic coming the other way was being stopped by the Police. They had put cones out and drivers picked at random were being guided behind them to answer questions from men and women with clip boards. I though it was a bloody cheek that people going to work, or were just going about their daily lives should be stopped like that but assumed it was important. Still it did not interfere with me so I went on my way. About an hour or so later I had to return home to get something from my workshop, and yes I was stopped. Knowing you cannot refuse to obey a Policeman's order to stop, I did what I was told and discovered it was a roadside census. I was fuming so decided I would just tell them a pack of lies, and this is how it went. I got a male interviewer and he wrote my answers on to a form as I gave them
" Sorry to stop you sir I just need to ask you a few questions." I replied "Ok" "Do you live in Kingshill Ave Sir?" "No" "Do you use this road a lot Sir" "Yes" "How many times a day would you say you use the road sir" "A rough guess about two hundred times a day" "That is rather a lot could you tell me why sir" "Well I really don't understand It myself, but there is something about this road, and every time I drive up and down it, it gives me an erection." I did not smile, he looked bemused, then jut said thank you sir that will be all. I then drove off thinking how clever I had been. Then it dawned on me, if some one ever got attacked in that street I had put myself on offer. Still thankfully no one did. So you see Tom given certain conditions I find it hard to control myself.

Ted baker said...

Well ron what you did about the milk brings to mine ,about the time the brent flooded over the ruslip road me and some of my mats from school wanted to go to the bakers in Greenford, but could't get there because of the flood waters. Well this Coroner lorry came along He said do you want i lift to Greenford so we all about five us jump on the back. And drunk a bottle each. And when got to other side we thank him for the lift.

Grace said...

Jim Davis You made my day with your lies had a good chuckle to myself very good ,i lived in Gurney Rooad until 1970 when moved to Aylesbury,i cant remember telling any PORKY,S as good as that.cheers

jim davis said...

Grace I swear to you they are not Porky's, honestly. I will have a laugh and tell a tall story but when I tell you it is the truth you can take my word for it, as It is, and for me it makes it all the funnier in the telling. I am also pleased they made you laugh though.

yvonneh said...

Hi
jim. Icant believe you are still doing the same things as when you were a kid, its a wonder you ever got to grow up, but then thats debatable, we used to call brian peter pan but I think you beat him. you are still as cheeky as yu ever were, even your big sister would agree with that. Keep them comming Jim. Were you standing for council then, Imean, having to keep going up and down that road for an election. nerr nerr na nerr nerr

jim davis said...

Yvonne well I certainly did not get a rise out of it, not two hundred times a day, even I could not do that.

yvonneh said...

I said eLection Jim.

jim davis said...

Oh! excuse me Yvonne. It was a understandable mistake knowing how your mind works my dear.