Bedfordshire, particularly Luton
B thomas commented
As many as you can get on.
All old news is historic information
Any Luton paper would be great to delve more into our past please
Dawn Hodges commented
Luton Herald & Post
Evening Post please
Luton News and Evening Post
Joyce Bonner commented
A priceless resource.
Luton news & Evening post
Evening post and Luton news
John Partridge commented
More Bedfordshire Times and/or Bedford Record from the 1950's through to 1960's
More editions of the Herald to take us into the 1980s at the least please
Current subscriber - Would love to see more coverage of the 1910's -Present day.
John hind commented
Herald And post great paper 👍
Can we see the Herald and post added
Coordinate more later years
Neil Crowe commented
I attended Denbigh Road school in 1944 at the age of five and had advanced to both junior and senior schools by the age of twelve.
My sister Margaret took me in on my first day but I was not too keen on staying as I remember.
My oldest recollection is collecting an oblong piece of cardboard from the classroom cupboard. The card had holes pierced down each long side threaded with a cord. We sat cross legged on the classroom floor when we were taught to ties knots and bows to simulate tying up our shoes correctly.
In the first year of juniors I escorted a girl classmate to her home in Buckingham Road after school when she dragged me into a high privet hedge and planted a kiss on my lips, wow!
In the juniors I excelled at playground games, the most popular being "Milkies". The game was played with cardboard milk bottle tops that each player would place on edge against a wall. We would all retreat about ten feet and skim-flick our tops in order to knock down those on edge. The player who knocked down the last standing "milkie" claimed the whole game play of milk tops.
The older "mikies" were usually quite soft and dirty as many still had the remains of the cream on the top of the milk but the new ones were hard and flat and usually claimed the win. Each morning the boys would arrive at school with their pockets stuffed with dirty smelling "milkies" ready for the lunchtime contests but if we arrived early enough we would sneak a game or two before assembly.
Another activity was to burn holes in film negatives using the power of a magnifying glass, I can remember the smell of burning film to this day. Family's in those days would keep their negatives in order to have processed additional pictures to give to friends and family, needless to say we had none! Another game was to see who had the fastest "Dinky Toy" when we would oil up the axles and wheels and shoot them down a slope in the playground.The cars the traveled furthest were usually heavily scratched and chipped but carried the highest exchange value when swopped, the best swop of the day being a red double decker London bus.
Academically, each year end in the juniors I was placed in the low thirties in an average class size of thirty three, but I owned the fastest silver Mercedes Benz dinky toy!
Things changed for the better when having failed the eleven plus I moved up to the seniors and was then always in the top three and excelled at maths due to the help of Mr Fern who everyone in the school feared. Having then passed my very first examination I qualified for a place at the Luton Technical School much to the annoyance of the the head teacher Mr Trip who was against anyone leaving his school and tried to persuade me to stay on. No luck there "Trippy"
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In the days when we had "real" winters, (where did they go), Wardown Park Lake would freeze over and we would walk out over the ice and make slides. One year there were ice skaters on the lake and I borrowed an old pair that I had found in the attic but I had no ankle boots, also the clips would not hold on my shoes therefore the experience was not a great success.
Sledging was a different story when we would start our run from the the trees at the top of Popes Meadow and on a good day our speed would carry us across the Old Bedford Road and into the Wardown Park entrance.
In the summer we visited the Museum where in one room there was a bee hive with the inlet passage under a glass screen allowing us to peer through at the worker bees going in and out. The hive was there for years but whether they were the same bees I don't know.
The putting green was a favorite too but nothing could surpass fifteen minutes on the paddle boats. I can still hear the boat house staff calling us in with a, "Come in number 5 your times up" .
The all school's sports day was held on the oval sports ground with it's tiered concrete viewing terraces. I was selected and competed for Denbigh Road Juniors one year, I can't think why as couldn't run or jump particularly well,I expect they were short of entrants.
In the summer "Stanley Thurston's" fair would arrive for one week, we had no money to spend but watched the dodgems, the whip and swing boats. Hardly anyone won on the air rifle range, hoop-la or coconut shy but it was good fun watching.
During the summer holidays we would visit the outdoor swimming pool in Bath Road. The first indication when near to the entrance was the strong smell of chlorine and the sound of the two water fountains.
No matter what time of year or the weather of the day the cubicle area was always cold and wet. We would undress behind a half door in the cubicle and take our clothes and deposit them in a green painted tall steel locker, I do not recall there being a door lock of any description. We then had to walk through a very cold foot bath before entering the large paved area surrounding the swimming pool itself.
The pool was divided into three sections, two graded shallow areas either side of the deep central pool that had a three tier diving board and single spring board. There were no poolside attendants to oversea the pool activities and even children had access to the high board and would "bomb" into the water splashing everyone in the immediate vicinity. There was a large sunbathing terrace with an area equipped for exercising comprising of gymnastic rings and a horizontal bar. The paved areas would get very hot in the sunshine and we would run for the cool waters of the pool when we could stand no more. Some days were reserved for schools and best avoided. There was no cafeteria as such but snack bar where we could buy a piece of fruit cake but not much more as this was still the post war era and no sweets or chocolate could be purchased.
When first visiting the pool I was still unable to swim but could do an impressive fake swim bouncing off the pool floor on tip toes but then after learning to glide face down toward the hand hold at the pool edge I soon picked it up and enjoyed being in the deep central section. The best part of the expedition was dressing and feeling the warmth of our clothes again.
The Arndale centre
That was the beginning of the end for Luton ,some great memories and architecture disappeared when they built that place.
i was born in 1947 in welbeck rd, but my parents moved to hart lane, when my family grew to 7 six boys and a girl, we did'nt have a lot but we got by all the kids round hart lane derwent rd and brooms rd, we used to play football on the school field, we used to get chased off it every now and then, we found the old air raid shelter that went under the school, growing up was no picnic we lived day to day and i spent most years in and out of hospital, so my schooling was always interupted so when i left old bedford rd the only test i passed was a blood test, the kids next door were the lincoln's and we used to go round to get the lister's and kilpatrics as well as harry empson who i met about 3yrs ago as harry came back from australia, and jack fortune used hang about with us, the town had started to lose all its characher when they knocked the old market and all the shops down to build the arndale, the old libery went and manchester st lost all its shops now whats left? i hope there is someone who remembers all this.