I look back into yesterday
Search for buildings that brought such joy
Watson Fothergill shared his treasures
Crowning glory was the old Black Boy
Corridors creaking with history
Bedrooms with crackling fires
Eiderdowns, quilted gold satin
That warmed and hid love and desires
Head porter directing the traffic
Of people who sought out the bars
In wartime the Yanks were good tippers
Competition for rich men with cars
Fitted carpets and armchairs of leather
That coaxed you into a sleep
Chandeliers that twinkled and dazzled
Not a thing in the Black Boy was cheap
Piano-tuner, clock-winder and cellar man
Met for coffee and put world to rights
Talked of Forest and County football
Tommy Lawton was king – without fights
In summer the bars rang with laughter
Cricket teams downed the Worthington beer
Trent Bridge Ground a popular venue
And Black Boy renowned for good fare
The welcoming warmth of the Black Boy
In wintertime had a new face
Like a scene from a Charles Dickens novel
Decor elegant, like Nottingham lace
Long Row will long be remembered
For markets and shops of all kinds
And although the Black Boy's been demolished
Its glory lives on in our minds
JOAN WALLACE
Beeston
I came across a boutique
With attractive windows
Dressed with flair and skill
Displaying stick-thin models
All dressed to kill
It was an Aladdin's cave of fashion
A magic place to be
With rails of tiny skirts
To fit high above the knee
Pastel wide brimmed hats
Trimmed with flowers and bows
Selection of colourful frocks
All hanging in rows
I saw beautiful blouses
With low plunging necks
Many fashionable trousers
Sporting huge checks
Long jackets, short jackets
Coats in every shade
Silk scarves with fringes
All designer made
Then I saw the labels
Tiny sizes they did show
But as I am a larger lass
It was time to go
BRENDA M HADLEY
Mapperley
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