Children's homes or orphanages in Sheffield

[flyer]

ouch you really know how to hurt I can only hope she got lost in the barrens and died a frozen & lingering death:rant::rant:

[flyer]

I'm having second thoughts, maybe if Millners grave is in Canada it would not be to hard to find I'll have to give my brother a call(hes out in B.C) he was one of many who was at the end of her nasty attacks,Hmm room for thought got a long memory

[brian1941]

ouch you really know how to hurt I can only hope she got lost in the barrens and died a frozen & lingering death:rant::rant:

 

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sorry i had to be the bearer of good news,

 

<< do you believe in ghost`s >>

[flyer]

No there's always hope she could have froze to death,and 2nd I'm a little supprise any country would take her, fm my 7yr old eyes she was pretty old,but a need for jail wardens may have come up:D:D

[brian1941]

----------- fulwood--cottage--homes--------- 1940/50s

--------------- dance night at the big hall.

 

<<< my special saturday nights>>>.

 

from our house the mother let 4 elder boys go to the dance

we could see from the kitchen window-them lads from other houses was make`ing

their way to the dance.

// well// their i were all spived up--socks held up with garters my shinny shoes

polished, ( oh) i forgot to mention my short trousers i wore.

the mother said befor you go -i need to stick your hair down with suger and warm

water, my hair was always stood up and kids use to call me sport

but it worked and my hair was stiff.

now off we went--us lads strolled up the path and meeting other lads doing

what lads do--laughing and joking.

when we got to the end of the main path, the girls would be coming along

never be tempted to do a small whistle, if the staff caught you- he would clip

you and say << get a move on>>.

but we would have a sneaky look round and the girls would give a wave of hands

and smirking along the way.

// by now// we got to the steps to the main doors-- the staff would tell the boys

go to the right and the girls to the left.

that`s how it was inside the hall, girls on one side--boys on the other.

-- by now the band would be setting up there gear--

i would be looking out for my brothers and sister- having met up - my eyes was

looking for my dancing partner-<< my discrete`ly girl friend>>--

having seen her smile at me we gave a little hand wave.

// now// just waiting for the band leader to say----------------

( please take your partners for the military two steps).

i walked over to my partner for this dance--some would stroll around the hall

choosing the girl to dance with, the staff would encourage- the boys to get to the floor.

--the band just rolled the music on and on till the interval---------

anyway, after the refreshments- came the fox`s trot- then the waltz and many more.

<< my favourite>> on the floor was the barn dance,---------------

( the progress`ive barn dance) is the name.

it would get most of the boys/girls up, as into the dance it changes partners

at the ending of the dance you would clap your hands, and move from your ----

partner- gradually- moving towards your next partner and take up your dance---

and do the same again---so on-and so on till the music has finished.

<< so you see>> you all get to dance with a new girl// how`s about that then//.

--here are a few girls names i danced with---

edna skinner--brenda coldwell--connie bolton--sandra jesney--jackie talbot--

and many more << just for the record no girl called glen i danced with>>.

---- does anyone remember these girls names------

well the night came to the end-and on my last dance with my partner , we would

be whispering about our next meeting in the week -we hope,

i will tell you our little secret we hid for a long time--and we never got caught.

--------------------------------

// this is how we did the meetings// on dark nights.

we would pick a night---say wednesday---about 6-30 pm or 7-00 pm,

her house was across from mine---- anyway we would go to our bedrooms--

put the light on and go to the window and wave at each other, then she would

go to the playroom -- locker room whatever with the help of her mate.

i would say to our house mother-i need to use the outside toilets, once i got

outside-i would look around to see if it was clear, then i would run across the

field with all my might.

my girl friend would be waiting with the window opened and her friend standing

guard at the doors, we would have a quick chit-chat then a good night kiss.

i could`nt stop long as the house mother would get suspic`iours,

then when i got back into the house- she would say--- why are you out of breath

i`d tell her i have just run from the outside toilets.

and tell her i dont like the dark, the mother would hold my hands and say

alright lad-now off to bed like a good boy.

<< what a laugh--what a fool>> but we took risks.

hope you enjoyed -------- but what about the --<< mem`orise>>.

[flyer]

all this talk of girls and danceing the homes must have changed after 46 I remember the Bull says never to go & mix with the girls as they all had decease and we would come down with it ,What nice twisted lady she was belonged behind bars,It did affect the rest of my life being painful shy around girls for many many years to come

[brian1941]

all this talk of girls and danceing the homes must have changed after 46 I remember the Bull says never to go & mix with the girls as they all had decease and we would come down with it ,What nice twisted lady she was belonged behind bars,It did affect the rest of my life being painful shy around girls for many many years to come

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shame your years was still in the << queen victorian times>>.

even in the 1946 but things was getting better around 1948

sorry you missed out on the dance`ing.

[brian1941]

--------------- fulwood--cottage--homes-------------

------------ the cold and dark winter times -----------

-------- <<<< but 1947--was my worst experience storms >>

 

i remember crimicar lane blocked off with snow drifts about 7/8ft,--

some places it had reach the street lights.

snow ploughs-and grit wagons would be up and down the roads

trying to give access to traffic reaching lodge moor hospital.

it`s no good going up fulwood if you did`nt have skid chains on your wheels,

we could`nt get to school-- we was snowed in to.

( but that was good ) because then we could get our sledges out,

we did just that-- the superintendent got some older lads to meet at the top

of crimicar lane,

the gro`cery van-- the milk vans-- bread vans and other transport could`nt

get to deliver at the hospital.

we us lads---- would load our sledges with the goods and do the job----

<< it was said us boys was strong>> must have been that good fresh

country air.

when we had done all them duties-- the farmer aloud us to sledge in his fields

supervised by the home staff.

the best field was top of blackbrooke road-- across from that stye-- leading to

the corn field ( the backside wall of the homes).

// well // all that singing and celebrating being off school-- all the shouting--

and sreaming and all that fun we had tumble`ing and falling down of our sledges

and not forgetting just missed the wall at the bottom.

now, we made our way back home- but just had one more task--if the younger

boys had`nt moved all the snow around front of the house and to the outside

toilets and the coalhouse, we would do the rest.

<< up to now it`s been a smashing day>>.--- and more to come.

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Edited June 25, 2009 by brian1941
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[flyer]

leaving the Homes gate & walking to Fullwood village you would pass a large farm right on the bend, always looking for food we often jump into their turnip (cattle) mound & smash the turnip on the road munching & farting all the way to school ,but looking back the farmer never said a word he must have just felt sorry for us or I seem to think a few kids went to work on that farm when the homes kicked them out

[glen]

----------- fulwood--cottage--homes--------- 1940/50s

--------------- dance night at the big hall.

 

<<< my special saturday nights>>>.

 

from our house the mother let 4 elder boys go to the dance

we could see from the kitchen window-them lads from other houses was make`ing

their way to the dance.

// well// their i were all spived up--socks held up with garters my shinny shoes

polished, ( oh) i forgot to mention my short trousers i wore.

the mother said befor you go -i need to stick your hair down with suger and warm

water, my hair was always stood up and kids use to call me sport

but it worked and my hair was stiff.

now off we went--us lads strolled up the path and meeting other lads doing

what lads do--laughing and joking.

when we got to the end of the main path, the girls would be coming along

never be tempted to do a small whistle, if the staff caught you- he would clip

you and say << get a move on>>.

but we would have a sneaky look round and the girls would give a wave of hands

and smirking along the way.

// by now// we got to the steps to the main doors-- the staff would tell the boys

go to the right and the girls to the left.

that`s how it was inside the hall, girls on one side--boys on the other.

-- by now the band would be setting up there gear--

i would be looking out for my brothers and sister- having met up - my eyes was

looking for my dancing partner-<< my discrete`ly girl friend>>--

having seen her smile at me we gave a little hand wave.

// now// just waiting for the band leader to say----------------

( please take your partners for the military two steps).

i walked over to my partner for this dance--some would stroll around the hall

choosing the girl to dance with, the staff would encourage- the boys to get to the floor.

--the band just rolled the music on and on till the interval---------

anyway, after the refreshments- came the fox`s trot- then the waltz and many more.

<< my favourite>> on the floor was the barn dance,---------------

( the progress`ive barn dance) is the name.

it would get most of the boys/girls up, as into the dance it changes partners

at the ending of the dance you would clap your hands, and move from your ----

partner- gradually- moving towards your next partner and take up your dance---

and do the same again---so on-and so on till the music has finished.

<< so you see>> you all get to dance with a new girl// how`s about that then//.

--here are a few girls names i danced with---

edna skinner--brenda coldwell--connie bolton--sandra jesney--jackie talbot--

and many more << just for the record no girl called glen i danced with>>.

---- does anyone remember these girls names------

well the night came to the end-and on my last dance with my partner , we would

be whispering about our next meeting in the week -we hope,

i will tell you our little secret we hid for a long time--and we never got caught.

--------------------------------

// this is how we did the meetings// on dark nights.

we would pick a night---say wednesday---about 6-30 pm or 7-00 pm,

her house was across from mine---- anyway we would go to our bedrooms--

put the light on and go to the window and wave at each other, then she would

go to the playroom -- locker room whatever with the help of her mate.

i would say to our house mother-i need to use the outside toilets, once i got

outside-i would look around to see if it was clear, then i would run across the

field with all my might.

my girl friend would be waiting with the window opened and her friend standing

guard at the doors, we would have a quick chit-chat then a good night kiss.

i could`nt stop long as the house mother would get suspic`iours,

then when i got back into the house- she would say--- why are you out of breath

i`d tell her i have just run from the outside toilets.

and tell her i dont like the dark, the mother would hold my hands and say

alright lad-now off to bed like a good boy.

<< what a laugh--what a fool>> but we took risks.

hope you enjoyed -------- but what about the --<< mem`orise>>.

I member all of those names you mentioned.I also remember waving before we went to bed.My boy friend then was Brian Ali and my name wasnt Glen then it was Glenda.I just caught up with Brian after all these years and we keep in touch.Happy New Year