Yes I know! Its only an old wooden stool! But this stool holds many memories. It was my grandmothers, my mothers mothers stool, and all I have to remember her by. It doesn't really have a place in my home but I won't part with it.
When I came to the UK in 1968, for three months I travelled all over the UK, mostly by coach and train. My grandparents lived in Nottingham in one of those two up two down Victorian houses with the toilet on the back wall of the small court yard. No bathroom, they bathed in the kitchen in an old tin bath. There was no back garden and everybody in the terraced used this courtyard to reach the back entrances of their homes. The front of the house overlooked another courtyard, so you were literally looking onto another persons front room.
As I only intended staying in the country for three months, I visited them as often as I could and my granmother and I used to catch the tram into the city and walk for miles along the Trent and visiting the castle and many other attractions.
The next is the River Trent and Bridge and the final one includes the Castle Garden and the University in Nottingham.
The ticket at the bottom was a show I went to and you can see the stalls were four shillings in old money. I can't remember what show I went to see with a lad from the terrace. But whatever show it was we thoroughly enjoyed it, but we never saw the last act. Why you might ask?
Well it was the first time that either of us had ever been to a show and we both assumed there was only one interval. So of course when the act after the first interval ended everyone got up from their seats .......and we went home! It was only when we were telling my grandad that it ended funny, we realised that we had walked out at the second interval, not at the end of the show!
Many happy memories all the same.
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