It has just occurred to me that you may not know just what a ‘ball-bearing’ is.
Well, you surely know what one tiny 5mm diameter steel ball bearing is!
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It has just occurred to me that you may not know just what a ‘ball-bearing’ is.
Well, you surely know what one tiny 5mm diameter steel ball bearing is!
What was called for was an appropriately long bolt of precisely the correct diameter to fit through both burned-out holes – that in the front axle and directly above in the buggy board – and with sufficient numbers and sizes of nuts and washers to do the job-in-hand.
All our contests and competitions were centred on the use of the ball-bearing buggy.
We had no interest in tortoise v hare events – especially since we were the tortoises!
This reproduction does little to flatter my school-mates and the Editor would be grateful for a proper black & white print. The second half – which includes myself – will follow shortly.
In those early days of the late 1950s in The Meadow, there was only one boy to earn even greater ridicule than the rider of the lop-sided buggy, and that was the lad who suddenly appeared, beaming, on a shiny new, pristine shop-bought contraption with cissy rubberised wheels.
There was a strict regulation imposed on all new tenants of The Meadow estate in the late 40s-early 50s that no wild or domesticated animals be kept in or about these pristine new homes.
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The men pictured, the Abbey Pre-Junior Class of 1947, are now all in their early to mid 70s.
Grandad’s chair stood by the fireside: it was a high-backed armchair with sugan seat and cushion. When Grandad was in bed – often enough later, when he was unwell – Mother sat in it sewing or reading.