I can't help feeling a pang of nostalgia when I see a photo like this....I can well remember the Saturday morning deliveries of new BSAs to my local bike shop....Ian

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Nice one Ian!

Lex

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Some time ago I did some research on the bombing of the BSA factory during the Birmingham blitz. See this thread on the Birmingham History Forum...


Jan

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My paternal grandmother was working at the BSA the night it was bombed. She survived but she had to leave her best friend behind to die, trapped beneath a machine and screaming for help asking people to think of her children. I never met my paternal gran; she died before I was born having drunk kitchen cleaner.

War..what is it good for?

Funny coincidence that my Paternal Grandfather committed suicide by drinking a bottle of Lysol (disinfectant) on Brighton beach some time around 1931. He had got his wife and another woman pregnant at the same time and couldn't face the consequences. I sometimes wonder if his experiences as a WW1 ambulance driver helped tip him over the edge......

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