tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-711618681626469103.post6365902848788551548..comments2016-01-05T07:44:50.175-08:00Comments on granny grimble's grunts: PEACE AT LASTgranny grimblehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08257953737883411387noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-711618681626469103.post-70559977590840581312008-09-04T05:49:00.000-07:002008-09-04T05:49:00.000-07:00SwubirdThank you so much for yor kind comments. Yo...Swubird<BR/><BR/>Thank you so much for yor kind comments. You almost got it right about the book. I actually wrote my book, a family history, ten years ago. I have been revisiting it and posting blogs taken from chapters that I thought might be of general interest to others.granny grimblehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08257953737883411387noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-711618681626469103.post-55064717535331931312008-09-03T10:25:00.000-07:002008-09-03T10:25:00.000-07:00granny:An excellent article. I love reading your t...granny:<BR/><BR/>An excellent article. I love reading your tales about how it was in the 40's and 50'. It's interesting to read about the lives of Europeans during and after the war. For myself, I was born during the war, so, obviously, I can't report the detail that I read in your stories. I also love the vocabulary lesson. <BR/><BR/>Great job. It sounds like you are working on a book.<BR/><BR/>Happy trails.Swubirdhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16009070690312312456noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-711618681626469103.post-45918138913917098322008-09-02T16:52:00.000-07:002008-09-02T16:52:00.000-07:00Tina, I'm surprised that you don't remember Leeta ...Tina, I'm surprised that you don't remember Leeta being our second mum! She helped mum out a lot with us young ones. I remember sobbing when I realized she was moving house when she got married ;O)<BR/><BR/>It's a great pity that kids don't learn all those things at school anymore.Babs (Beetle)https://www.blogger.com/profile/06172908857369441800noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-711618681626469103.post-43382325383029328372008-09-02T15:39:00.000-07:002008-09-02T15:39:00.000-07:00St Aidens School was the place where I tasted my f...St Aidens School was the place where I tasted my first ever pineapple! We tiny ones had a teacher from Australia, and she bought one in and cut it up for us. I had never seen anything like it before, and loved it! It was a lovely little school, and I remember it more as a very large house that had been turned into a school.weechuffhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04382520692712352649noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-711618681626469103.post-49123551656848134672008-09-02T14:27:00.000-07:002008-09-02T14:27:00.000-07:00CROOMSix years was a long time, but in a way it be...CROOM<BR/><BR/>Six years was a long time, but in a way it became a way of life!Yes we loved roaming around looking at all the bomb sites and collecting bits of rubbish!<BR/>I grew up helping Mum look after the house and you lot of terrors! I was baking cakes at ten, and making clothes for you on the machine at 13!<BR/>___________________________________<BR/><BR/>WEECHUFF<BR/><BR/>I am really glad that you are enjoying these blogs. It makes it all worth while. You should read the book again as these are all abridged<BR/>I don't remember you going to Stroud Green School, but I was probably at work then. It was as you described it though. I didn't know you went to St Aiden's though. That was Lynne's first school!<BR/>___________________________________ GOLDANNE<BR/><BR/>I bet those dollies were quite effective you know. The movement of them was exactly the same as the first washing machines! Haven't things moved on in out lifetimes?granny grimblehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08257953737883411387noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-711618681626469103.post-34172603525376945912008-09-02T13:53:00.000-07:002008-09-02T13:53:00.000-07:00SUPER BLOG LEETA!!!ANNE-MARIE HAS A DOLLY HANGING ...SUPER BLOG LEETA!!!<BR/>ANNE-MARIE HAS A DOLLY HANGING IN HER KITCHEN NEXT TO THE WASHING MACHINE<BR/>LOVE ANNE XXXGoldAnnehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11585711922998198593noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-711618681626469103.post-78954638072062955682008-09-02T13:50:00.000-07:002008-09-02T13:50:00.000-07:00I can't tell you how much I am enjoying these blog...I can't tell you how much I am enjoying these blogs. I think I must have gone to Stroud Green School for a very short time, because I remember seperate playgrounds, railings, and red brick walls. I also remember the babies classroom. I think it had a huge fireplace surround with lots of our toys on it. There was a sand pit as well. I remember my most favourite toy was a block of wood with different shaped holes in it, and I used to hammer, (using a wooden hammer of course)pieces of wood that fitted the shaped holes. It was painted in bright glossy colours. I was mesmerised with this toy. As we were such a large family, we were a bit short on these sort of toys. I wasn't there very long before I was moved to St. Adians School.weechuffhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04382520692712352649noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-711618681626469103.post-72778405333414134282008-09-02T13:31:00.000-07:002008-09-02T13:31:00.000-07:00Six years of bombing and death, it must have seeme...Six years of bombing and death, it must have seemed like 60! <BR/><BR/>Was being back at Oakfield Road peaceful? I bet you had fun looking at all the bomb sights, I remember playing on them, although it was forbidden lol. Isn’t it strange the way you pick up accents so readily, did you loose your ‘Yorkshire-speak’ quickly once back? <BR/><BR/>Once you learnt how to do washing and ironing I hope you helped poor Mum :O)<BR/><BR/>A lovely blog again LeetaCroomhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00493523252107146901noreply@blogger.com