….we seemed to have proper fog when we were kids.
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….we seemed to have proper fog when we were kids.
….Blacklers at Christmas.
tommytowne
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What an evocative photo that is. I can almost smell that flame.
It was about 1953. We had been living in Leeds for a couple of years. Mum's brother, our Uncle Leslie, was visiting us. He was in Leeds on business and lived in London so we didn't see him very often. It was a real pea-souper fog. The houses on the opposite side of our street were only about 30 yards away but you couldn't see them. Uncle Leslie was late. The lane we lived in was odd in that it ended and then restarted about half a mile away. Mum was worried in case Uncle Leslie had been directed to the 'other' lane. I volunteered to go out and search. There was no traffic and no pedestrian traffic. Everything was deadly silent. I walked towards where the other lane started and heard footsteps. Couldn't see anyone but called out 'are you Uncle Leslie'? A voice said 'yes' and I was able to take him home. Don't know how he would have found us if I hadn't been there as there was no one about to ask directions from.
Of course, it wasn't just 'fog', it was a toxic mixture of fog, coal fire output, factory chimney output etc.,
Uncle Leslie's son, my cousin, was a pilot during WW2. He was killed towards the end of the war when a plane he was a passenger in, crashed. I have spent a considerable amount of time investigating the crash but have been unable to find out exactly what happened. I have found two bits of information which has the crash in different places. One in Norfolk and one in the midlands.
…fascinating story and a reminder of those parents who tragically lost children in the war, it must have left a scar on them for the rest of their lives.
My fog story isn’t as poignant. It was about 1958 and the table I toddled under suddenly became too low and I cut my head open. It must be my earliest memory, but I remember my Dad walking from my house in Everton to Myrtle St hospital in a fog so thick you could barely see a yard in front of you.
Old Blue 2
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If you can give me some details I may be able to help you.
Thanks, that's very kind of you. It was about 20 years ago that I did my investigation. Will have to dig about to find the info, though I have a horrible feeling it will be on my old computer which is out of circulation. If I find anything I will PM you. Thanks again.
That's what I cannot understand now, we have less fog as the industrial revolution in the UK is all but ended - yet we seem to have global warming - yet in our day going down to the smoke = going to London.... even household coal fires were banned there in 1965,.......
The only increase I can speculate on, is far more Air travel to cause global warming ?
plus the space race - feuled by carisine = paraffin ...
Old Blue 2
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PM replied to.
tommytowne
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Fog.
In 1960 almost every neighbourhood had a school on its street corner. We'd moved from Tranmere but I wanted to stay at Mersey Park.
This meant a couple of mile trudge for me to school. When the fog/smog came down my mam wrapped a scarf around neck and covered my mouth to help me stop inhaling the soot particles. After my 30 minutes walk in the cloakroom I'd take the scarf off to reveal a two tone face. White where the scarf had been and almost black from my nose up.
In 1960 almost every neighbourhood had a school on its street corner. We'd moved from Tranmere but I wanted to stay at Mersey Park.
This meant a couple of mile trudge for me to school. When the fog/smog came down my mam wrapped a scarf around neck and covered my mouth to help me stop inhaling the soot particles. After my 30 minutes walk in the cloakroom I'd take the scarf off to reveal a two tone face. White where the scarf had been and almost black from my nose up.
tommytowne
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Probably doing a bit too much reminiscing but this just popped into my mindset regarding the seventies.
All those big family gatherings at the local civic hall for 21st birthdays, weddings, anniversaries and so on with an enormous age span.
When the ale is taking effect and before things start slowing down on the dance floor, Zorba the Greek gets played. Proper Uncle Knobhead efforts with cartilage popping moves.
All those big family gatherings at the local civic hall for 21st birthdays, weddings, anniversaries and so on with an enormous age span.
When the ale is taking effect and before things start slowing down on the dance floor, Zorba the Greek gets played. Proper Uncle Knobhead efforts with cartilage popping moves.
….refreshments at the Hippodrome in Everton.
bigjonny
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You’ve struck a nerve there mate with me and big family gatherings. My kids have a very big family on my mum’s side that they’ll never know, my dad’s side less, but looking back I know nothing about my dad’s cousins ,whereas my mum’s cousins were a regular prescence.
tommytowne
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I just love photos like that. Industrial premises just emerging from ground level.
I was offered an apprenticeship by Tate and Lyle and that was in Love Street just heading out north up the river. Now that was production in its finest. Heat, hissing air leaks, noise. I could go on butbits all gone now.