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Tony Palmer is still in Great Harwood. (If it isn't Tony it is his brother David.)I know his daughter and son-in-law, his daughter has not long since had her 2nd child.
 
This reminded me of the places where my Mum told me she used to hang out in the early 1920's. The favourite place was similar .. everybody used to walk up and down Blackburn Road then.. that's where she met my Dad.
One long parade of young people.

Wasn't a Calder or Blue Dahlia in those days, so 'cept for the Sunday Schools, local dances, where else could you go to meet a future spouse ?
 
Go on, tell him, Mr C.

allways been a bit nervous about asking for an answer about this post ,so waited for a while, but what the hell, I think over time .........well were talking nearly 40 years ago .
no offense meant or intended for anyone
 
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oh just realized alan ......yes it will be about 40yrs ago girls used to meet their dates at redmans too with lads hanging on railings on "deck"
 
oh just realized alan ......yes it will be about 40yrs ago girls used to meet their dates at redmans too with lads hanging on railings on "deck"
i didnt mez - always arranged to meet em outside Copper Kettle,cos you could see what they looked like from peeping through the window of the Market Room of the Commercial;) also if they stood you up,it never interfered with drinking time.:D
 
allways been a bit nervous about asking for an answer about this post ,so waited for a while, but what the hell, I think over time .........well were talking nearly 40 years ago .
no offense meant or intended for anyone

Sorry, it was just the Alzheimer's kicking in. I was getting my streets in Church mixed up. I realised after I'd made the post that the sisters Cashy knows lived on a completely different street to the one you're talking about, so it's a case of mistaken identity. Anyway, nurse is coming round with my pills now...
 
Sorry, it was just the Alzheimer's kicking in. I was getting my streets in Church mixed up. I realised after I'd made the post that the sisters Cashy knows lived on a completely different street to the one you're talking about, so it's a case of mistaken identity. Anyway, nurse is coming round with my pills now...
Thank god for that thought it was ME with alzheimers, so i kept a discreet silence on the subject.:rofl38: :rofl38:
 
i also wondered if steeljack was on the wrong street? i knew sisters who lived just around the corner from the far end of barnes street= france street,so that could be an easy error after all these years.:)
 
Just realised that it's exactly 40 years since I began my apprenticeship on the Deck. Start of the school holidays, 1967, and I, as a callow 16-year old, park myself on the bench by the town hall with my more worldly-wise mate, Max. Feeling pretty cool in my new Levi 501's, bought from Milletts (next door to the Commercial) and worn in the bath to shrink, along with a new pair of Clarks desert boots. Still very much in awe of the older chaps like Isaac, Florrie and Vito, but the atmosphere is laid back and mellow and I soon feel at home. Little did I know that the next few years were going to be some of the most memorable of my life...
 
got me thinking now
i know i shouldnt
who was the guy around town always wore
a poncho and had a gunbelt type full of
different colored pens
and the chappie who stopped buses whilst
he put his hand under the wheels
or am i just rambling
 
got me thinking now
i know i shouldnt
who was the guy around town always wore
a poncho and had a gunbelt type full of
different colored pens
and the chappie who stopped buses whilst
he put his hand under the wheels
or am i just rambling
the guy who stopped the buses was "Joseph" a polish guy who lived down clayton, a few stories relate to his manner,was something during the war i believe, the guy with the pens etc, i remember - but forget his name.;)
 
Polish Joseph seemed to have a death wish; he would suddenly jump into the road in front of cars and buses, then jump back onto the pavement, giving a little bow of thanks as he did. I'm sure the bandoliero wearer called himself Captain something-or-other. Can't remember what, though.
 
once employed issac to paint a
house front for me
only to return to find his pregnant lady
doing the job with jeff at the bottom of the ladder
can in hand
thats ma boy
 
a thing i remember about "Polish Joseph" he always carried a brown leather shopping bag, n after he had stopped a bus in the middle of blackburn rd,he would return to the pavement, wave n smile at the driver,then walk a few paces and pull a wine bottle out of his bag n have a kinda celebratory slug, no idea if it was wine? often wondered. never ever saw the guy in a pub though,wonder did anyone?
 
urban legend once told that joseph
had been a pilot in ww2 ??
never saw him in a pub
but so plenty of him in my bus driving days
 
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