Edited and Compiled by Paul Nix
|This brings back lots of memories flooding back just for me sitting there, seeming to watch the world go by in all weathers some days you catch fish others you don`t but just being out in the fresh air made all the difference.
I remember Forest Dene – it was a unit for testing for TB oposite the Goose Fair Ground – my Dad was born in 1901 and was a miner who was in the Ransom Sanatoriom with TB – my older sister also had it – I have a photo of her c.1947 where she is in a tent – sleeping at night on next doors lawn (we didnt have a lawn) so she could get ‘fresh air’ to this day she lives in the countryside because of this – she is now 76.
I was born in 1947 in Carlton. Due to lack of housing so soon after the war, mum and dads first marital home was “Up the Camp” that is how I remember it being spoken about. The “Camp” as it was affectionally known was a small estate of Nissan huts, situated in Colwick, not far from the race course. The “Nissan” huts were a half round, tin huts being used as emergency accommodation for the influx of troops returning from service in the forces. The hut consisted of 4 rooms, the only heating was a pot bellied stove in one of the rooms, the rest of the rooms were always bloody cold.I remember standing on my bed and being able to see over the wall into the next room. No proper roads outside, only ashfelt tracks, which either led down to the woods, or alternatively, if you turned left as you left your “house” to the communial toilets and wash houses, not very user friendly in the dark winter months, aspecially in the early hours of the morning. I remember having many a wee-wee up the side of the hut (outside, I might add)in the early hours of the morning. However, what a beautiful place to live in the summer, I still have a great love of things of the countryside, aspecially Wild Flowers and I put that down to living so close to Colwick Woods.
Many, many, many happy hours fishing at the foot of the Trent Bridge on the opposite side to the picture. Hours of fun, but some not so nice times as well. Sometimes when fishing as lads we would be there on a Saturday afternoon when Forest supporters were heading home and they’d spit down on us until we were soaked through. I also remember being thrown in the river, by the same supporters, luckily I could swim!!!!! Who said they were the good old days?????