Stranmillis ( The Alexander Years )

When I first got the idea for this page I tried to research on the internet and I could not find anything significant about The Stranmillis Road. There were lots of bits and bobs but no real info.Oh there was plenty of rental accommodation, food places, beauticians, estate agents but about The Stranmillis Road as a place, nada, naught, zilch.

I got very frustrated and a bit arrgghh!!! because the Stranmillis I knew was a different place altogether. It was a place where people knew each other and looked out for each other, in short it was a little village and one with more than a bit of a bohemian feel to it.
” Why the interest in Stranmillis? “I hear you say, well I don’t mean I can actually hear you, but you know what I mean. Lets face it I would need really big ears to hear you from Castlereagh, although my nose is a fair size but my ears are quite normal :) if somewhat hairy.

Anyway back to the plot. I worked in my fathers shop for 25 yrs as a butcher. He was called Eric and the shop was Alexanders, hence The Alexander Years in the page title, maybe I even sold you your weekend roast. If it was tough you must have bought it from Dankys :) .

Thinking about those times and the people who passed through the portals of Alexanders, some famous and some infamous made me realise I was looking in the wrong place. It is those people I need to hear from, not the internet. Being a bit slow to catch on I suddenly twigged, I have my fair share of memories to share as well, DOH!!

Intro done so I’m away for a wee cuppa but there is lots more to follow. One thing I really would appreciate, to be honest I would be overjoyed if you too would off load your memories and stories, oh yeah especially stories, so I can put them in print.

You can put them on here as a comment or send them to me via e-mail which I will be setting up just for this blog, to be published in a day or two.

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