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Three pics from the roof of Sharrow Telephone Exchange, Aizlewood Rd. August 1983.
The first is towards the south with the Abbeydale cinema and St Peter's church (now gone)
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Second, up Aizlewood Rd, towards Abbeydale Rd.

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Below, looking down Aizlewood Rd, towards Loxley Printers - the white building - which has a relatively grand entrance for the neighbourhood. ( When I was a small kid, my dad convinced me this was the Queen's Northern Palace.)
Somewhere in the distant murk is the Lane.

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Just off to the left of this pic was Sellers Street, part of which remains further down.
On there was the original (at least for me) Bardwell's electronic Aladdin's cave/shop.
Worked on that job, my memories are ££££££££££££££££££££££££….......
 
Reight pair o' brothel creepers Charlie's wearing.
Hung in 1887 for shooting a copper, his reputation reached down the generations.

He was actually hanged for shooting the husband of his next door neighbour. He admitted the killing of the policeman some years previously before he was executed. The chap who had been jailed incorrectly was released as a result...
 
He was actually hanged for shooting the husband of his next door neighbour. He admitted the killing of the policeman some years previously before he was executed. The chap who had been jailed incorrectly was released as a result...
Im surprised the other bloke hadn't been hanged for killing a policeman and not just imprisoned.
 
That's why Bert likes this thread, memories from someone who actually saw Duncan Edwards play. Wonderful.
That is very kind, and particularly appreciated as it is from the person who created this thread. My recollection is probably coloured by the legendary status the Duncan Edwards achieved. He was still only 18 for that match at the Lane, and was the youngest player to have won an England cap. I think I saw him 3 times on TV - England v Brasil (when Grainger made his debut for England in 1956), England v Scotland (not sure when), and the 1957 Cup Final. I guess I had seen him at the cinema on the Pathe news playing for England before the match at the Lane, and the excitement to see him in real life was very much in the air. He had terrific presence, even at 18 he could dominate midfield. The only match I wasn't aware of him was the 1957 Cup Final, because the drama didn't centre on him that day.
The Munich disaster was the first time I was affected by death, at the age of 10. My grandparents were still alive and kicking, and the death of those footballers really affected me. Edwards survived 2 weeks, and I was pestering my dad all the time for his view on whether he would survive. It again deeply affected me when he died. So my view of Edwards the player is no doubt influenced by all the legendary status resulting from his story. Matt Busby's autobiography was re-published quite soon after, with an added chapter on Munich. I reckon my reading comprehension benefited enormously from my totally absorbed reading of the book. When Busby came round in hospital, the first person he asked about was Duncan Edwards; he gave the impression that his death was the one he felt most keenly.
 
Still exactly the same inside now?

Not far off. I love the traditional old pubs, sadly there's very few left. Never thought the pub industry would change so much and so quick. Bloody hell, we had 5 or 6 local boozers all within walking distance when I was a teenager, every one of them is gone now with all of them demolished bar one.
 
Three pics from the roof of Sharrow Telephone Exchange, Aizlewood Rd. August 1983.
The first is towards the south with the Abbeydale cinema and St Peter's church (now gone)
View attachment 78745

Second, up Aizlewood Rd, towards Abbeydale Rd.

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Below, looking down Aizlewood Rd, towards Loxley Printers - the white building - which has a relatively grand entrance for the neighbourhood. ( When I was a small kid, my dad convinced me this was the Queen's Northern Palace.)
Somewhere in the distant murk is the Lane.

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Just off to the left of this pic was Sellers Street, part of which remains further down.
On there was the original (at least for me) Bardwell's electronic Aladdin's cave/shop.

I thought I knew that area quite well, but I haven't got a clue about any of those views.

I'll have another whisky which surely must help...
 
I thought I knew that area quite well, but I haven't got a clue about any of those views.

I'll have another whisky which surely must help...

I see Dads causing trouble again Scott, not one of your strategies is it?
 
I see Dads causing trouble again Scott, not one of your strategies is it?

Yes. This trend for 'PR' to be all positive bollocks, really knobs me off.

Get the boot in first, as you well know Simon. Those lessons at Harrow should not be wasted.

That's all on another thread though. We should look at these grotty pictures of Sheffield and say appropriate things like 'how quaint '.

It's important we keep our 'street cred'* with these S2 chaps.

*whatever that is
 
I thought I knew that area quite well, but I haven't got a clue about any of those views.

I'll have another whisky which surely must help...
Does this from present day google earth help??
I was on the roof of the circled building.
First pic was towards the bottom.
Second to the left
Third to the top.
Enjoy the whisky.
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Does this from present day google earth help??
I was on the roof of the circled building.
First pic was towards the bottom.
Second to the left
Third to the top.
Enjoy the whisky.
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It does, very much so.

The picture house is clear as a bell.

Maybe just another small whisky.....
 
He was actually hanged for shooting the husband of his next door neighbour. He admitted the killing of the policeman some years previously before he was executed. The chap who had been jailed incorrectly was released as a result...
Thanks "davey1889", question arises in my mind, how come the man convicted for the policeman killing wasn't hung. As you say, years, from coppers death to Peace's confession, must have been extraneous evidence in the mans conviction?
 
Not far off. I love the traditional old pubs, sadly there's very few left. Never thought the pub industry would change so much and so quick. Bloody hell, we had 5 or 6 local boozers all within walking distance when I was a teenager, every one of them is gone now with all of them demolished bar one.

Moss Brook, Coach & Horses, White Hart, Prince of Wales, Angel, Duke of York, Royal, George, Lion and Lamb, Bird in Hand, Miner's Arms, Rose & Crown, West End. This was the line-up of pubs in Eckington village when I was a kid. Thirteen in total, in just over a mile's stretch from one end of the village to the other. Last time I was there I think only 3 of these had survived - that may be an overestimate. The Moss Brook was still open, and I think the Duke of York and The George were, but the others...gone. In some cases demolished, in other cases turned into housing or flats or reincarnated as a cheap supermarket.

A few months ago I was passing through and called in at what used to be the West End pub - it was the 1st pub at the top end of the village and a magnet for the travelling hordes descending into the village from the nearby villages of Marsh Lane, The Handley's and Troway. It's now a "One-stop" convenience store. I had to stop and take stock of my surroundings and how they had changed.

This was a pub that I remember calling at with me mam when I was a young kid. It had a little side entrance marked "Beer Off" and we used to go in there, press a buzzer, and the landlord would come to the serving hatch. I remember the frosted window pane of the serving hatch and seeing all the different colours from the clothes of folks in the tap room, moving around in the glass. It was like looking into a giant kaleidoscope. Then the landlord would raise the hatch, with gusto, and the stench of beer hops and cigarette smoke would hit you in the face. As a kid I was fascinated to see what went on in these "pubs" because children were never allowed in such places. And, very few women went to pubs either. It was a male dominated domain, full of smoke, and noise, and smells and people, seemingly enjoying themselves.

The reincarnation of the West End as a convenience store couldn't be much more different to how it was. I think if they'd have suggested turning that mecca of a pub into a little supermarket back in the day, there'd have been civil unrest! It was the first or last staging post, for so many drinkers. But now it's just another min-supermarket, with a few neatly stacked shelves and cigarettes hidden away from view, so no one can see them or be tempted by them.

We have witnessed the demise of a great part of what was once the centre of our communities - thankfully some pubs still survive. But the sad thing is, the decline of the pub industry, has been affected by many things, but nothing more perhaps than the greed of the breweries themselves.
 
Moss Brook, Coach & Horses, White Hart, Prince of Wales, Angel, Duke of York, Royal, George, Lion and Lamb, Bird in Hand, Miner's Arms, Rose & Crown, West End. This was the line-up of pubs in Eckington village when I was a kid. Thirteen in total, in just over a mile's stretch from one end of the village to the other. Last time I was there I think only 3 of these had survived - that may be an overestimate. The Moss Brook was still open, and I think the Duke of York and The George were, but the others...gone. In some cases demolished, in other cases turned into housing or flats or reincarnated as a cheap supermarket.

A few months ago I was passing through and called in at what used to be the West End pub - it was the 1st pub at the top end of the village and a magnet for the travelling hordes descending into the village from the nearby villages of Marsh Lane, The Handley's and Troway. It's now a "One-stop" convenience store. I had to stop and take stock of my surroundings and how they had changed.

This was a pub that I remember calling at with me mam when I was a young kid. It had a little side entrance marked "Beer Off" and we used to go in there, press a buzzer, and the landlord would come to the serving hatch. I remember the frosted window pane of the serving hatch and seeing all the different colours from the clothes of folks in the tap room, moving around in the glass. It was like looking into a giant kaleidoscope. Then the landlord would raise the hatch, with gusto, and the stench of beer hops and cigarette smoke would hit you in the face. As a kid I was fascinated to see what went on in these "pubs" because children were never allowed in such places. And, very few women went to pubs either. It was a male dominated domain, full of smoke, and noise, and smells and people, seemingly enjoying themselves.

The reincarnation of the West End as a convenience store couldn't be much more different to how it was. I think if they'd have suggested turning that mecca of a pub into a little supermarket back in the day, there'd have been civil unrest! It was the first or last staging post, for so many drinkers. But now it's just another min-supermarket, with a few neatly stacked shelves and cigarettes hidden away from view, so no one can see them or be tempted by them.

We have witnessed the demise of a great part of what was once the centre of our communities - thankfully some pubs still survive. But the sad thing is, the decline of the pub industry, has been affected by many things, but nothing more perhaps than the greed of the breweries themselves.

I think it's the greed of the pubco's with their restrictive practices and high rents rather than the greed of the breweries.

The pub scene will look completely different when this pandemic finally passes.
 
I think it's the greed of the pubco's with their restrictive practices and high rents rather than the greed of the breweries.

The pub scene will look completely different when this pandemic finally passes.
Yes that's what I meant to say actually, the pub companies. A landlord was telling me a while ago that he worked in a "tied" house and had to reach ridiculously high sales turnover to stay profitable. He had to buy all spirits, for example, from the pub company - but he could buy them cheaper in the local supermarket - but that wasn't allowed. A crazy state of affairs.

The thing is, and I alluded to this in another thread several weeks ago now, (the "What's your new normal?" thread) when you enforce such a big social change on people for a sustained period of time, they change their habits afterwards and never fully go back to what they were.

I'm not a big drinker, but I would enjoy a couple of pints, most nights of the week at a pub. I've got used to not doing that now. I'm sure, when the pubs do eventually open, I'll really look forward to going back and having a few beers, I'm pretty sure I'll exceed the 2 pint mark as well on the first few occasions, but I'm not sure I'll go back to making it a regular thing most nights of the week. Similarly with eating out. I've always enjoyed that and I'm looking forward to restaurants and such places opening up again, but, I doubt I'll be doing that anywhere near as much as before. The pace of life is different now. I'm not charging up and down the motorway to work every day. I have time at home to prepare and cook things and I enjoy doing that - and it's cheaper than eating out - and sometimes just as good or better!

I think that things will not return to how they were before in entirety, because people's habits have been changed, in some cases, for the better.
 
Does this from present day google earth help??
I was on the roof of the circled building.
First pic was towards the bottom.
Second to the left
Third to the top.
Enjoy the whisky.
View attachment 78772
That was my stomping ground as a kid ,One of my best mates lived on Harwell Rd that led on to Wolseley rd ,I never realised there was a telephone exhange there. Also for years I used to do transport for Loxleys and it never crossed my mind that it backed on to Broadfield Rd. I was a bit of a backwater and quiet compared to the rest of the area.
 
Im surprised the other bloke hadn't been hanged for killing a policeman and not just imprisoned.
Me too. Think in those days they preferred just to get somebody and use it as a deterrent. Young guy who babysitted my mother, Wilf Fowler ( and his brother ) were hanged for allegedly killing a policeman when everybody, including the police, knew he hadn't done it. Apparently they fitted up all the circumstantial evidence against the two of them knowing they were easy targets.
 
Moss Brook, Coach & Horses, White Hart, Prince of Wales, Angel, Duke of York, Royal, George, Lion and Lamb, Bird in Hand, Miner's Arms, Rose & Crown, West End. This was the line-up of pubs in Eckington village when I was a kid. Thirteen in total, in just over a mile's stretch from one end of the village to the other. Last time I was there I think only 3 of these had survived - that may be an overestimate. The Moss Brook was still open, and I think the Duke of York and The George were, but the others...gone. In some cases demolished, in other cases turned into housing or flats or reincarnated as a cheap supermarket.

A few months ago I was passing through and called in at what used to be the West End pub - it was the 1st pub at the top end of the village and a magnet for the travelling hordes descending into the village from the nearby villages of Marsh Lane, The Handley's and Troway. It's now a "One-stop" convenience store. I had to stop and take stock of my surroundings and how they had changed.

This was a pub that I remember calling at with me mam when I was a young kid. It had a little side entrance marked "Beer Off" and we used to go in there, press a buzzer, and the landlord would come to the serving hatch. I remember the frosted window pane of the serving hatch and seeing all the different colours from the clothes of folks in the tap room, moving around in the glass. It was like looking into a giant kaleidoscope. Then the landlord would raise the hatch, with gusto, and the stench of beer hops and cigarette smoke would hit you in the face. As a kid I was fascinated to see what went on in these "pubs" because children were never allowed in such places. And, very few women went to pubs either. It was a male dominated domain, full of smoke, and noise, and smells and people, seemingly enjoying themselves.

The reincarnation of the West End as a convenience store couldn't be much more different to how it was. I think if they'd have suggested turning that mecca of a pub into a little supermarket back in the day, there'd have been civil unrest! It was the first or last staging post, for so many drinkers. But now it's just another min-supermarket, with a few neatly stacked shelves and cigarettes hidden away from view, so no one can see them or be tempted by them.

We have witnessed the demise of a great part of what was once the centre of our communities - thankfully some pubs still survive. But the sad thing is, the decline of the pub industry, has been affected by many things, but nothing more perhaps than the greed of the breweries themselves.

Just the Moss Brook, The George, and the Rose & Crown remain of those you have listed, Trev. Even those are struggling to make anything. I don't live far from the 'West End', and stubbornly refuse to use the shop. The Butchers Arms at Marsh Lane is also now closed, with a housing development taking shape up there.
 
Me too. Think in those days they preferred just to get somebody and use it as a deterrent. Young guy who babysitted my mother, Wilf Fowler ( and his brother ) were hanged for allegedly killing a policeman when everybody, including the police, knew he hadn't done it. Apparently they fitted up all the circumstantial evidence against the two of them knowing they were easy targets.

Wilfred and Lawrence Fowler were hung for the murder of a man named William Plommer, ex forces, not a policeman. The Fowler’s led a gang of thugs and Wilfred and another man had both been beaten in fights by Plommer and his friend. A gang went to Plommers house and beat and stabbed him to death in the street outside.

The Fowler’s were members of Sam Garvins “Park Brigade”.
 
Wilfred and Lawrence Fowler were hung for the murder of a man named William Plommer, ex forces, not a policeman. The Fowler’s led a gang of thugs and Wilfred and another man had both been beaten in fights by Plommer and his friend. A gang went to Plommers house and beat and stabbed him to death in the street outside.

The Fowler’s were members of Sam Garvins “Park Brigade”.
Was it not Garvin's gang who ran the Mooney's out of town back in the 1920s
 

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