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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.
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Sep 20, 2009"Sheffield Riposte !" As a Fourposter (which in the bed world has to be considered the most powerful of beds) I say pish and wibble to the erractic keyboard tappings of our malcontented friend below, as they do both themselves and comedy literature a dis-service with their pointless meanderings. As the well known saying goes, laugh and the world laughs with you, talk about peoples IP address' and become a web stalker and die alone. Comedy is needed in this ever more cynical world to raise the spirits and warm the soul. Sheffield Memories did it for me and it can do it for you too by thunder. For comedy indeed it has, in the size of the old colliery coal wagons themselves, that built the very foundations of this great nation with their grit, determination and toothless drivers. If you haven't read it, buy it and if you haven't been, then go and maybe you can make some memories of your own. Sheffield Memories HURRAH !
Sep 16, 2009"sheffield memories" Oh lord! I really can't believe that ive stumbled upon this wonderful piece of yorkshire social history. I too became 'local' to sheffield in the early 1970's because of work reasons - steel was big back then - knives, forks, spoons etc. Me being a spoon specialist, i slotted in lovely. I lapped up the strong sense of friendly community and that was helped by the local paper 'The Sheffield Informer'. I used to really look forward to the weekend edition, and after reading the obituaries, i so looked forward to my weekly treat and savour the letters page - a reassuring opportunity to hear the real voice of the sheffers. Some might say that the crime back then was "low level", but my god, it was horrendous. For ten years at least as i recall, the front page of the 'Informer', was dominated by white dog mess sending kids blind. The poor kids thought those big white chalky lumps were actually lumps of safe playing chalk , left randomly about the... More > streets by the council - the kids were drawing hopscotch grids with lumps of white dog shit - consequently loosing their eyesight! It was a long joint capaign with the RSPCA and the local council, but with sure sheffield steel, the problem is no more. I loved reading the review of this wonderful book and can't wait until my copy arrives. I so loved the memoir of the mardy old crow that had to wear shoes made of rags and wood! SO DID I !! Life isnt always easy honey! Those were the days my friend....... Thanks for the memories< Less
Jul 25, 2009"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.
Jul 16, 2009"***AAAAAA***" A truly belly quaking read,in the medical sense. It's wonderful to be reminded of these Sheffield legends. I hope LS Dunone will see fit to publish a sequel with more tales. Does the author recount the incredible survival of baby Peach 'alves when she tumbled from her two wheeled pram, her fall broken by a clat of slugs who had gathered to dine on a quorn banquet one balmy evening on Albert Road, Meersbrook? I believe she not only lived to tell the tale (thanks to the slugs) but now has a little baby son of her own, Paul Marrowfat. Incredibly, Paul, son of a relation to the founder of the Marrowfat empire, suffers from a rare condition which renders him permanently covered in a slimy membrane. I salute you Mr Dunone - Freedom of the City of Sheffield for you, surely!
Jul 2, 2009"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.
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- Standard Copyright License
- Series Six
- May 8, 2009
- Perfect-bound Paperback
- Interior Ink
- Black & white
- 0.44 lbs.
- Dimensions (inches)
- 6.14 wide x 9.21 tall
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