My mother put cold water in my hot water bottle. Sent me to bed with my coat on and said cuddle that it will soon warm up.
Was that the year we drew Everton at home in the cup? I had a ticket for that game and it kept getting postponed. In the end we lost 3-0 if I remember right.
I remember the winter of 1990/91 had a bad snowfall around December/January time. I was working in Birmingham at the time and used to catch the train or coach from Sheffield down on a Monday morning. I was contracting, so no work = no pay lol . This one weekend after the heavy snowfall I decided to take a chance and try and set off on Sunday evening. No trains were running but there was one coach who was going to set off and see if he could get to Brum (it was a lot heavier in the Midlands). He got as far as about 3 or 4 miles out of the City Centre when he had to stop on the A38 due to the snow plough breaking down. I decided to get off the coach and walk the 5 miles to the digs I was staying in, can't remember what time I got there but it was late. On the Monday morning, I turns up at work with just the boss sat in the office (he was from Middlesboro originally) and he nearly fell off his chair! "Didn't expect to see you here lad!" he said. Yeah I'm here Ian, where's everyone else? Can't make it in due to the snow! Oh right I says. I've got from Barnsley to Birmingham in the snow on a bus, a coach and a 5 mile hike! We had a good laugh about it, then cracked on working on a project that we were doing together in peace for the next 3 days
Used to go to my grandads at West Melton back in 63, typical row of houses with an outside toilet across the yard , and no light in the toilet either. Quite posh though as they had a whole rusty nail to hang the newspaper on which you used to wipe your backside Ah but we were happy. Just to clarify, we used the newspaper to wipe your bum not the nail
Think that was late Jan/early Feb 91 - I had uni exams in Sheffield and went out (Darfield Longbow) on the night before with mates expecting it to be canceled. Rang in the morning, and it was all still go - it took 3 hours on the train from Barnsley each way. Coming home the guard had to boil the kettle at every points to melt the ice enough to be able to continue (or so he said). Good job I passed
I remember it , I had started senior school & relied on a school bus to get there , nightmare ! At home we had two coal fires which was fine downstairs, however no central heating & we used to scrape the ice off the bedroom windows from the inside , to make things worse the toilet was outside ,apart from the en suite bucket we took with us to bed it was murder paying a call , happy days .
Thanks for the link. I watched it last night on play-back. My own memories of the 1963 freeze up as follows: 1. The Wakefield-Doncaster main road being blocked by a forty-foot deep snow drift where it passes through a cutting under a railway bridge between Ackworth and Upton. They sorted it by pushing a huge snowplough through to make a tunnel and then blowing up the roof and sides of the tunnel with low-grade explosives. Afterwards it was like driving through the Grand Canyon of snow with huge snow-cliffs on both sides. H&S wouldn't allow it today; 2. The FA Cup third round game being postponed countless times, meaning that I kept getting the Barnsley bus from Wakefield and then finding out that the game was off again. When it was eventually played, they had rolled the snow flat into some form of surface which would take a stud, or bar, painted the lines orange (or was it blue) and played with an orange ball. Looked very festive and we held them until fifteen minutes from the end, Everton running out 3-0 winners. Ken Oliver hit the bar in the second half with a header from a cross from the right by Jim Hosie. Just over 30,000 there, but I guess it would have been more, but some folks just couldn't get there. Oh! and an Everton fan nicked the station-master's cap as the train was leaving to go back to Merseyside; 3. Trying to walk ten miles to school, as the bus never came. We got less than a mile, as the snow was higher than our wellies; 4. The sound of the snow-plough rumbling through the village on the main road. The village had its own snow-plough, which was adapted to be bolted on to the front of a lorry owned by a guy called Nutter Lloyd. He got a bit of money for keeping the roads swept - the rumbling sound is something is still associate with that winter even now; 5. The massive snow flakes, which cast their shadows in front of the street lights. That's how heavy it was at worst. I don't think that I have seen heavier snow anywhere. Memorable days, for sure.