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Becoming A Rock Chick! #17
Posted by Viv Wilson on 1st February 1975 in Early Days | rock chick,hoar Cross hall,doobie brothers,steely dan,steelers wheel,the who,keith moon,easy rider,uttoxeter,burton on trent,hippy,college
BECOMING A ROCK CHICK: My schooldays were coming to an end now and I absolutely couldn’t wait to leave. The school itself was an old Victorian grammar school which still had wooden desks with inkwells in them! Even the teachers wore their mortar boards and gowns, not like the ones at Eton and Harrow – mine were more like the ones in the Beano!
However, in the last two years there I had made a few good friends and we would go into Uttoxeter every lunch time to meet up with a group of guys that worked at the local JCB firm. They were all into motor bikes and one of the first films I watched was ‘Easy Rider’. They also went to a lot of concerts...
NEW YEAR JINKS #26
Posted by Viv Wilson on 16th July 1976 in Early Days | hoar Cross hall,new year's eve,bagpipes,ball,band,conga,bar,ballroom,Auld Lang Syne
NEW YEAR JINKS The New Year’s Eve Balls were usually the highlight of the year. After twelve months of hard work, especially running the Mediaeval Banquets twice a week through the winter, we were always ready to see out the year in style with a big new year party. In those days it was always black tie for the men and long dresses for the ladies – usually around 500 people bought tickets for an evening of entertainment with a dance band, disco and a meal. At midnight a man dressed in traditional Scottish regalia, including a kilt, would pipe in the new year with his bagpipes. Down the Long Gallery he would slowly walk and into the Ballroom with hi...New Year jinks! #11
Posted by Viv Wilson on 30th December 2018 in Growing Up In a Stately Home | hoar Cross hall,Scottish,Lichfield,new year's eve
NEW YEAR JINKS! The New Year’s Eve Balls at the Hall were usually the highlight of the year. After twelve months of hard work, especially running the Mediaeval Banquets twice a week throughout the winter, we were always ready to see out the year in style with a big new year party. In those days it was always black tie for the men and long dresses for the ladies – usually around 500 people bought tickets for an evening of entertainment with a dance band, disco and a meal. At midnight a man dressed in traditional Scottish regalia, including a kilt and sporran, would pipe in the new year with his bagpipes. Down the Long Gallery he would slowly...
Rags to Riches #16
Posted by Viv Wilson on 3rd February 2019 in Growing Up In a Stately Home | Meynell,hoar Cross hall,mediaeval banquets,suits of armour,first world war,Louis Martin,second world war,olympics
RAGS TO RICHES: My family originated from Derby and my parents were married there in July 1952. Mum was 19 and dad was 36 so quite a bit older. They both lived in Derby and were very arty; my dad went to the Derby Sketching Club in his free time and my mum attended art college. I’m not sure where they met but it was either at something art related or at a dance, as was usual in those days. My dad was a sculptor by trade; I think his interest was sparked by seeing all the beautiful alabaster in Italian churches during the war. After the war he set up his own business making alabaster lamps, bowls and candlesticks among other things (see hea...Becoming a rock chick #18
Posted by Viv Wilson on 18th February 2019 in Growing Up In a Stately Home | hoar Cross hall,easy rider,new year\'s eve,The Who,Dr Feelgood,burton on trent,steelers wheel,doobie brothers
BECOMING A ROCK CHICK: My schooldays were coming to an end now and I absolutely couldn’t wait to leave. The school itself was an old Victorian grammar school in Uttoxeter which still had wooden desks with inkwells in them! Even the teachers wore their mortar boards and gowns just like the ones at Eton and Harrow – or the Beano! However, in the last two years there I had made a few good friends and we would go into town every lunch time to meet up with a group of guys that worked at the local J. C. Bamford firm. They were all into motor bikes and one of the first films I watched was ‘Easy Rider’. They also went to a lot of concerts...Rags to Riches #14
Posted by Viv Wilson on 14th September 2020 in Growing Up In a Stately Home | hoar Cross hall,second world war,first world war,boer War,Tiger skin,bearskin,Tony Blackburn,Meynell,mediaeval banquets
RAGS TO RICHES: My family originated from Derby and my parents were married there in July 1952. Mum was 19 and dad was 36 so quite a bit older. They both lived in Derby and were very arty; my dad went to the Derby Sketching Club in his free time and my mum attended art college. I’m not sure where they met but it was either at something art related or at a dance, as was usual in those days. My dad was a sculptor by trade; I think his interest was sparked by seeing all the beautiful alabaster in Italian churches during the war. After the war he set up his own business making alabaster lamps, bowls and candlesticks among other things (see header picture)....