Min Bannister
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I hope so!I think this means he married his wife's sister after his wife died - not his own grandmother's sister?
I hope so!I think this means he married his wife's sister after his wife died - not his own grandmother's sister?
PS Ignition switch to starter motor wire on that car burnt out a few years later so as a quick fix I used the horn wire, turn on ignition and press the horn to start, left it like this for a few months and repaired it just before the next mot, for a long time after I would now and again beep the horn and scare myself starting the car.
MrsCarlos has worked in midwifery for many a year- it's common knowledge in the 'industry' that late September and early October have a significantly higher birth rate. All the Christmas and New Year nookie innit.
Inforgraphic on this page.
Someone I knew years ago was born on Christmas day. Whenever Christmas or birthdays were mentioned he would whine and whinge that he only ever got one lot of presents. Not in a humorous way either, the MOG. Did this into his 50's as well, until his untimely early death- on Christmas day. There has to be a moral in there somewhere, but it escapes me what it might be.
What a nice idea - I suspect most would simply rip open every present on day one.My daughter, being born in more affluent times, has the opposite problem; she gets far too much stuff, and often saves presents until the summer, when she has an 'unbirthday party' when her friends are free to come, and the weather is better
Yes, Pete, something weird going on. What you say about ancestral memories... my brother named his daughter and I named one of my sons with fairly old fashioned and unusual names; names no-one else their age had, really. Years later I found niece's name and my son's were used and re-used for over a century in a branch of my dad's family.
That house we lived in, that turned out to be built over the place my step great great grandad was born... we loved that house. It felt like our's from the day we moved in. Of all the houses we've lived in, that one built over the chainmakers' in Birmingham, is our favourite. We got that house by a total fluke - we had no kids at the time and were probably only entitled to a high rise flat, but this house had been badly converted so it only had one bedroom so they let it to us as it was no use for a family. I've always regretted moving out. We should have bought it. (Council house from the time when large city councils often bought up entire streets so the whole terrace, although built late 19thC, were council houses). I loved the garden, too. We were really happy there but then I got itchy feet and wanted to go abroad so we gave it up.
Back in the Seventies my late best friend and I had a small fleet of old VW Beetles we tinkered with, traded, hybridized, and used as a mutual car pool.
The strangest Bug in our fleet was the Beachball. It was a really old ('59 / '60) Beetle that was pretty much worn out when we bought it cheap (originally intending to use it for parts only). It died on our test drive, and it took about 30 minutes to diagnose the short circuit inside the distributor, fix it using a Band-Aid, realize the vehicle's wiring had been endlessly modified by prior mad owners, and decide to buy it as a rolling puzzle that repeatedly tested our tech abilities. Some countercultural prior owner had painted the body panels into a patchwork of different colors, so we dubbed it "The Beachball." Anyway ...
One of the bizarro modifications someone had done was to cross-wire the ignition into the light circuit. The starter wouldn't engage unless the parking or headlights were "on." Once the engine was up and running (on its functional 3 or 3.5 cylinders) the ignition switch was irrelevant as long as the lights were active.
One of our running gags was performed anytime a passenger started complaining about the Beachball's rattlings, noises, etc., and cast aspersions upon its probability of getting us wherever we were going. Whichever one of us was driving would simply jerk the keys out of the irrelevant ignition switch, toss them at the stunned complainer, and offer to stop and let him / her take over. With respect to shutting up the griping, it worked every time ...
I'm a big fan of air cooled vw's, I had a 1970 campervan when I was younger, drove all round europe and scandinavier in it, just over 7000 miles and only had to replace the engine once, they were so easy to work on, I would pull the engine out to change the spark plugs - only took 20 mins in and out. My van had the fuel shutoff solinoid wired with the oil pressure light so it took awhile cranking over to start, but cut out if you lost pressure, saved one of its engines that way, can't remember now how many engines I ended up fitting. One engine I changed, on strip down had 2 cracked heads (normal) , 2 burnt out valves and a holed piston - and had still got me home 20 miles ! Wish I could afford one now.Back in the Seventies my late best friend and I had a small fleet of old VW Beetles we tinkered with, traded, hybridized, and used as a mutual car pool.
The strangest Bug in our fleet was the Beachball. It was a really old ('59 / '60) Beetle that was pretty much worn out when we bought it cheap (originally intending to use it for parts only). It died on our test drive, and it took about 30 minutes to diagnose the short circuit inside the distributor, fix it using a Band-Aid, realize the vehicle's wiring had been endlessly modified by prior mad owners, and decide to buy it as a rolling puzzle that repeatedly tested our tech abilities. Some countercultural prior owner had painted the body panels into a patchwork of different colors, so we dubbed it "The Beachball." Anyway ...
One of the bizarro modifications someone had done was to cross-wire the ignition into the light circuit. The starter wouldn't engage unless the parking or headlights were "on." Once the engine was up and running (on its functional 3 or 3.5 cylinders) the ignition switch was irrelevant as long as the lights were active.
One of our running gags was performed anytime a passenger started complaining about the Beachball's rattlings, noises, etc., and cast aspersions upon its probability of getting us wherever we were going. Whichever one of us was driving would simply jerk the keys out of the irrelevant ignition switch, toss them at the stunned complainer, and offer to stop and let him / her take over. With respect to shutting up the griping, it worked every time ...
I think this means he married his wife's sister after his wife died - not his own grandmother's sister?
Was it duct tape or was it really a Band-Aid? (I really hope it was a Band-Aid! So much more resourceful!)fix it using a Band-Aid
Was it duct tape or was it really a Band-Aid? (I really hope it was a Band-Aid! So much more resourceful!)
I'm a big fan of air cooled vw's, I had a 1970 campervan when I was younger, drove all round europe and scandinavier in it, just over 7000 miles and only had to replace the engine once, they were so easy to work on, I would pull the engine out to change the spark plugs - only took 20 mins in and out. My van had the fuel shutoff solinoid wired with the oil pressure light so it took awhile cranking over to start, but cut out if you lost pressure, saved one of its engines that way, can't remember now how many engines I ended up fitting. One engine I changed, on strip down had 2 cracked heads (normal) , 2 burnt out valves and a holed piston - and had still got me home 20 miles ! Wish I could afford one now.
My post regarding the broken down mini Metro, has reminded me of another car related coincidence, that happed in the spring of 2006.
I hadn’t long moved to a small Essex town, and was poking around in the local library one day, when I came across Peter Haining’s book, the Supernatural Coast.
The book had a chapter entitled “The lost world of Dunwich” which Intrigued me, so I googled Dunwich, and discovered that It was not a million miles away from where I was now living - approx. an hour and half drive.
The following week was the school holidays, so I booked a day off work with the intention of having a family day out visiting the place.
On the day in question we packed the kids and a picnic box into the car, and set off. As we turned left onto a main road from our small cul-de-sac, we happened to be behind a VW camper Van.
20 miles later we were now on the busy A12, and still behind the same van, and 40 miles further on from there, still behind it. I mentioned to the wife how weird it was that we have been behind the same vehicle for the past 60 miles.
To cut this long story short, we followed the camper van all the way to Dunwich. It parked up in the Carpark right by the sea wall, and I parked up alongside.
What are the chances of pulling out behind a vehicle, in which the driver of that vehicle had the same destination in mind as me, and that destination was over 60 miles away. It’s not as if Dunwich is a major attraction, it’s beach is not up to much, and apart from a café, pub and small museum, there is bugger all there.
It wasn't dead, it was pining for the fjords. Can't you get your facts straight?ETA: Reading that back, I just realised at least it wasn't a dead parrot.
I bought the last mascara in the shop but they were clean out of catamites in this neck of the woods . . .Remarkable how it fits the current coronavirus situation.
T'other day I read something on the RIP thread about Roy Hudd and a haunted house and some theatre chap called Dan Leno (whom I'd never heard of before).
Afterwards we chose at random an old film to watch from ones we'd recorded recently. We chose one we hadn't watched before; Meet Mr Lucifer. Not too many minutes into the film, and Dan Leno is mentioned.
T'other day I read something on the RIP thread about Roy Hudd and a haunted house and some theatre chap called Dan Leno (whom I'd never heard of before).
Afterwards we chose at random an old film to watch from ones we'd recorded recently. We chose one we hadn't watched before; Meet Mr Lucifer. Not too many minutes into the film, and Dan Leno is mentioned.
Beautiful plumage thoughIt wasn't dead, it was pining for the fjords. Can't you get your facts straight?
Dan Leno is mentioned.