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Originally Posted by Retlaw
Aye Eric them wurt days, we couldn't ged owt by aerial, ours was by wire from radio rentals, an a bloke was supposed to monitor it from a shed up on Rileys Hill, trouble were, the sod would switch id of tu get a last pint at Woodnook, when they put the relay station up in Haslingden we could get a picture from there, went to Relay and towd em to take their brackets and wires off our house, they refused, so got the ladder owt an a crowbar an ripped the lot of and chucked intut middle o road, then rang them and towd em to shift it. All the neighbours had tuned into Haslingden so we didn't need them any more.
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My grandad ... the one who served in the East Lancs; I think I sent his pic ... bought a TV for my gran who was dying of cancer, in her own home of course. She really wanted to see TV. Unfortunately she died a week before Holme Moss started transmitting.
Our living room was packed for the '53 FA Cup final. Still can't figure why it's called the "Matthews Final" when Stan Mortensen had a hat trick.
Funny how nostalgia creeps up on one, now and again.