Days when television first arrived
It’s December 1954, and I have only a few days left at school before I leave. Back then, 15-year--olds would leave school at Christmas, Easter and the summer holidays. Roebuck Street School in Preston had been my second home for the past 10 years. Like many leavers, I had mixed feelings of leaving school and facing the future.
These feelings were put to one side, when my parents said we would be getting a television for Christmas.
A day or two later when leaving school as I turned the corner of Parker Street and Eldon Street I scanned our rooftops in the distance. Sure enough I could make out glistening in the winter sun a new “X” type aerial.
Thinking the television had arrived I was disappointed to learn it would arrive the following day.
A 14” Sobell table model at 67 guineas (£70.35) it must have been on HP terms, as this price would have been six or seven weeks’ wages. Only one channel of course, and black and white. Television then was very limited in the hours it was broadcast, 10.30pm was close down after the national anthem.
The ‘Cisco Kid’ was a firm favourite, along with the ‘Highway Patrol’ starring the actor Broderick Crawford. Films did not feature much on television at that time. Then ITV came along in this region late 1956, and you needed an extra aerial too!
Errol H Simister, Bamber Bridge
No wonder writer is a fan of Europe
As someone who finds the subject of politics rather quirky, I do like a well written letter on the subject, and in the Evening Post (letters January 5) all three were political.
A well crafted letter by Mr Tilley, who is as baffled by Mr Cameron as I am, was followed by Jeff McCann’s latest. You won’t get Mr Mac down, I promise you. All guns blazing as usual.
Then, wonder of all wonders a letter I never thought I’d read.
This one praised the EU to high heaven. On how we, Britain and our EU partners were going from strength and how after 40 years together, we were all stronger.
I never have read a letter of such praise! It was by Mr Davies who seems very fond of the EU unlike many others. He says he’s an MEP. Now remind me, what does an MEP do for a living?
Allan Fazackerly, Penwortham
City landmark is always bustling
Leave the bus station alone it is the heart and soul of Preston, it’s the be all of Preston.
I use the bus station four days a week, every week. It is the only place in Preston that is busy. Sod the market, it’s rubbish, and shops, we don’t need any more, there are empty ones all over town. So come on you fat cats get painting and do our bus station good. Without this fine building Preston will be gone
Out of town shopper
Defending would have saved PNE
My sympathy goes out to North End supporters after two late goals meant defeat at Coventry. The winning goal should have been disallowed because of a blatant offside situation, and Coventry’s second followed an odd and frustrating to watch example, of what can only be termed as ‘non-defending’. North End’s Welsh ‘accompanied’ - that’s all he did - the Coventry attacker, from not far inside Preston’s half, all along the touch-line until when near the penalty area he weakly stuck out a leg to no purpose, as the ball was crossed which led to the goal.
There used to be in football what was known as a tackle, which would baulk an opponent; put him off his stride and therefore not allow him unhindered progress towards setting up a vital goal as in this case.
James Lancaster, Chorley
Funnyman Walter will be missed
Walter Horam was a great comedian (LEP December 29). I was involved at Hartwood Hall with Walt when Mandy Rice Davis was on. We had a great night and Walt will be sadly missed by all who knew him - which was quite a lot of artists. RIP Walter, you’ll never be forgotten.
Ann Marie Townsend