Canny lass

I'm just wondering why it was turned on - or was made public, if it's been there all the time? I've been using this site for a year now without knowing this system was in use until the fact that I had "0 warning points" started to appear beside my input in the forums a couple of days ago.

It feels just a tad Orwellian - if I may say so without getting a warning point!

...or pink underwear and push mowers.

Maybe they did, but they didn't get what they were wearing under their skirts at Moldens - or so I've been told, I hasten to add.

Just had a quick look at your profile Brettly. No mention of warning points.Just had a quick look at my profile. There it clearly states "0 warning points". Now it may be that no one else sees this when they visit my profile. Do me a favour and have a quick look. Can you read that I have no warning points? However, it's not what's on my profile that's worrying me. It's what can be seen under my information in the various forums. As I'm looking at it now it says "0 warning points" to the left of this message. Do you see it when you read or not? I can't read anywhere else about anyone having, or not having warning points.

Beneath my information on the left of the screen it say's "0 warning points'. These points aren't mentioned on anybody's other than mine. I can interpret this in 2 ways:Bedlington.co is putting me out there as a good example to all those (everybody else) who have got warning points. Bedlington.co is telling me to watch my step. It more or less says "watch it young lady, you've got a clean slate let's keep it that way'.

I have a vague recollection that the florist's shop was an off-licence in the 50's - early 60s.

Just had a look at Front Street east on Google Earth. Moldens and Feasters were where the solicitors are now.

Thanks threegee. So it's rudeness that's the cardinal sin then? Anything else we should be wary of? Why is it only me who's had warning points mentioned?

Afraid not, Foxy. Thought for a minute or two that might be me in the pink overall but then I saw it was the 1986 Picnic. Few years too late. You have to admit that many of the banners were small works of art. Anybody know anything about their making? Was it the miners themselves who made them or were they comissioned from professionals?

Totally agree Adam. It would be nice to know what we can get warning points for and who dishes them out. Like your new picture!

I seem to be the only one who's got a mention of warning points.I don'y know how I should interpret this. Does it mean that everybody else has had warnings?

What are 'warning points' and more important 'why haven't I got any'? This information appeared yesterday below my informationon the left of the screen.

You may well have bought school trousers here even if you didn't go to Westridge. The official uniform items were those with a badge on - or you could just buy the badges and sew them on yourself.They also sold the blu/white striped blouse for the girls. Ordinary grey/navy trousers and skirts were also on sale here as were plain white shirts. I'm now wondering if we're on about the same Moldens and Feasters? The ones I'm thinking about weren't at Vulcan Place. They were further down the front Street - at 'the bottom end' as they used to say - to the right of the Northumbend Arms in Foxy's Picture.

Spot on! Aprons were the order of the day but I can't remember suits. Shirt, tie and maroon coloured v-neck pullovers is how I remember the man in Moldens.The counters were display cases, with lots of small draws full of everything imagineable.

Forgot to mention, Proudlocks was definitely a bakery but I'm not sure just where it was. I think it was in Bedlington though, rather than at the station. There was one at Ashington as well so maybe they had a few other branches. Might have been one at the station as well.

Feasters and Moldens were sort of connected. They were next door to each other. They had only a very small window facing the street. Between the two shops and running at right angles to the road, was a sort of 'arcade' where they had their main display windows opposite each other. At the end of the 'arcade' the doors to the two shops stood at an angle of 45 degrees to each other. I don't remember any connecting door in the shops. You had to come out of one to go into the other though you were still under one roof. They were the mainstay of Bedlington, as far as school clothes were concerned. They were the authorised suppliers of westridge school uniforms. They were also the last shop in Bedlington selling cross-over pinnies (aprons, to the uninitiated).

They used to be the official suppliers of the Westridge school uniform.

Know it well. That's where my tap-dancing days started. Monday nights there were classes for tap and ballet with June Taylor as teacher.

i think that might be an early sign of dementia Keith.

That's true Adam. It would be a boring world if we all thought the same.

Spare a thought for all the housewives at that time. What a job it must have been keeping your home and children clean.Vacuum-cleaners weren't exactly 2 a penny. Carpet sweepers, at best, were all they had to clean rugs and floors with and they couldn't have been much help in the constant battle against soot. No, it was good old-fashioned elbow grease, carbolic soap and scrubbing brushes that were the order of the day. Keeping children clean and tidy must also have been a nightmare. Washing days were at least 2 days long. Washing machines when I was a child were hand driven and the 'poss-tub' and 'poss-stick' (sometimes called a dolly) were common place. I remember being allowed, as a child to get into the tub and 'poss' with my feet. I thought it was great fun. My mother probably just thought she would save getting the bath out for me later. If washing was a labour of love, then getting the washing dried was even more so! It was almost impossible to dry washing outdoors. Not because of the weather but because of the soot in the air. I remember sitting down to tea in the sitting room/ kitchen and not knowing who I was sharing the table with at times, as there would be a double bed sheet hanging on the line that stretched from one side of the room to the other at all times. The sheet reached down to the table, completely blocking the view. Yet just look at some of the class photos being exhibited here on this site. How well turned out the children were. They were a credit to the hard working mothers of the era. Adam, you say you would like the pits back. You say your grandads would go down the pits again if they could. I'm sure the camaraderie in the pits was second to none and worth returning for but how would your grandmothers like the pits back?

Good try!

Thanks Brettly. the last option sounds the most simple. However, I'm still wondering about this thing with paragraphs that Keith (L) brought up. When I write a text i usually just bash away with Arial font. I complete the text first and don't usually process it until it's fineshed. I know on the last occasion, however, that I changed the font about half way through. I'd realised it was going to be quite long and changed to font of the type used in newspapers and books. It's supposed to be easier on the eye they say, in my profession anyhow. Most of the paragraphs were placed/altered when the text had been completed - as is normal for me. When I pasted in the text in Bedders it came up as almost handwritten. It looked OK so I thought what the heck and posted it. The posted text was entirely different with both the fonts I'd used in the original text in alternate paragraphs. I've had problems when I've sent attachments in e-mails (transferring via USB). If I send the text as an atachment it arrives at it's destination just fine. However, If I just paste the text into the main body of the e-mail it goes all to pot somewhere along the way. It looks fine when I send it off. Could there be something wrong with either my computer or the USB I'm using? One last question, did you mean 'Microsoft' Word? I've never heard of 'Microshaft' Word. Oh how I envy you young people who know all about these things. Thanks again!

Oh Lord what have I started!!