During the 1970’s L.S.Dunone collected cuttings from the letters page of the Sheffield Informer and kept them in a series of scrap books. Over thirty years later these books were re-discovered and revealed details of a lost bygone age. The very best of these letters have been compiled into this is book. Reading these letters is like taking a view into a past you always wish you had but sadly didn’t.
"Golden Memories"
I had the pleasure of living in Sheffield in 1996 and 1997, and while I have many fond memories of the city they are by and large limited to this relatively short period of time. However, this book has opened up a new world of memories for me, and even though I know deep down that they are not my own, I somehow feel as if they are. I lived on London Road, and feel as if I have been to Luke Sommers' shop to buy a jar of capers, even though I know that scientifically this could never have happened. Sometimes I can still hear the clip-clop of horses' hooves on match day, another scientific impossibility, particularly as I now live in Tangiers. But that doesn't make them any less real to me. Thank you to L.S. Dunone for a book that has become a family heirloom.
"Thoughts from the past, ideas for the future" Dear L.S.Dunone,
It was with great interest that I recently read your book of Sheffield anecdotes from yesteryear. Several things sounded very familiar to me - Hilda Ooze and the legendary dog o two heads (yes I remember this yarn), the bizzarre incident of the Kelham Island lepracy (I had thought that an old wives tale) and of course the numerous mentions of my old favourite fish, chip and pie shop, Sting Rays.
Mr.Dunone, I can assure you that a tear fell when I read some of your tales. Tears of joy and tears of sorrow, memories indeed of a bygone age which was both simple and innocent by todays standards, yet a time which... More > knew the benefitts of life as part of a broader community of folk.
Mr.Dunone, I was wondering if you had plans to produce further such memoirs or whether you had exhausted your supply of incidents with this charming little ditty? If there are future plans, I would be very interested to bring you up to speed on the rather curious incidents of a one Ted Biggins and his boy scout troup circa, 1954. Now those really are Sheffield Memories.
Many thanks Mr Dunone, keep up the good work and next time I am in Sting Rays, I will be sure to leave 50p behind the counter, just in case you are ever in the area and feel like a bag o chip.
"Fraudulent reviews"
As a powerposter, I am pointing out that the IP address and e-mail for the alleged review by Stephen Hawkins is the same as the review posted By S. Sansom. Such nonsense will not only not be tolerated, but called out.
"I laughed, I cried, I soiled my pants."
A veritable feast of nostalgia from days gone by. This is more than a book, it’s a way of life, a path to happiness and the smell of your gran all rolled in to a ball of belly button fluff. I can honestly say reading this book improved my life. I found the love of my life, I retired at 34 to the South of France (it’s not Sheffield, but we all have to start somewhere!), 2 kids, a dog and a fat bank account to boot. I also lost 145 lbs, my hair grew back, I am off the crack and I have the abs and glutes I always wanted.
Take charge of your life and buy yourself some Sheffield Memories today.