THE first Yesterday Once More of the New Year seems a good moment to dip into the postbag. We have more faces for you to identify and more memories prompted by previous articles.
ANY of these boys strike a chord? They were doing just that in York's pubs and clubs back in the city's swinging Sixties. Some of the city's guitar heroes only knew the one chord when they started off, but regular gigs on the circuit soon polished their performances, and many became accomplished musicians.
A DIP into the postbag is well overdue, and what better time to sit back and enjoy some of your responses to Yesterday Once More than Bank Holiday Monday? Lots of faces to scrutinise in our photographs, but first, we return to the theme of our previous two articles: York's old cinemas.
NO other mass medium comes close to generating the magical memories of the movies. The telly, the wireless, even the theatre do not evoke the same sense of a communal occasion. Back when people went two or three times a week, every trip to those grand picture palaces was a special event.
IT warms my heart to read that the Barbican development is being proposed solely for the benefit of the people of York and not at all to make money! ("'Barbican will be better' pledge", April 28)
TIM Addyman is too young to remember what is often called cinema's golden age. At 29, he marks the start of his film-going adventures with an unforgettable trip to see George Lucas's 1977 science fiction classic Star Wars. But there is something about those magical days, when it seemed as though every city centre street had its own picture house, that fascinates him.
BY Yorkshire standards, Yeoman Williamson is still a relative newcomer to Grosmont. He has, he points out, lived in the North York Moors village for 'only' 50 years. It may seem a little presumptuous of him, then, to have attempted to write a history of his adopted village.
THE decision of Terry's of York to leave the city is a great disappointment to residents, particularly the employees and their families, many of whom have had connections with the company for several generations.
THOUSANDS of people flocked to Scarborough over the weekend to make the most of glorious sunny weather. Many of them will have bought a glossy guidebook detailing the history, attractions, hotels and nightlife on offer at the resort.
JANET Kitchen seemingly misunderstands the role of our city council officers (Letters, May 6): to give elected councillors impartial advice on the law and Government guidance, and then to implement the councillors' decisions.
MOTHER Shipton is a legend. Ask anyone about her, and they are likely to scratch together a few facts: witch, prophetess, lived in a cave... Yet despite this fame, no one had undertaken a serious, historical study into her life. Until now.
I WISH to add to the recent plaudits for York Hospital by thanking the dedicated team of volunteers from York Hospital Radio.
THE words amateur dramatics conjure up a variety of images, few of them flattering, which usually involve draughty village halls, variable singing skills and shaky stage sets.
I READ the article about the decision made by the Evening Press to reveal the names of known youngsters who vandalise and terrorise their neighbours ('Justice must be seen to be done', May 4), and wondered at the almost apologetic tone used.
WHEN Brian Mennell first started flying from Rufforth Airfield he asked about its history, only to be told that "nothing happened" there.
I RECENTLY overheard the following comment from an elderly man to his companions as he turned the corner from Bootham Row car park into Bootham: "Oh, is that the wall they go on about?".
DR Simon Ward (Letters, May 5) should be aware that vehicle excise duty was originally known as the road fund licence, a title which needs no further explanation.
YOU should never look back, they say. No good comes of it. Try telling that to Avril Webster Appleton. The York author has been peering over her shoulder in print for several years, bringing back many happy memories for local people in the process.
Holy Trinity is still providing for the needy, 30 years after redundancy, as LEIGH WETHERALL writes
LIKE those people who find they are just as busy in retirement, Holy Trinity Church is full of life long after being declared redundant. The venerable and ancient Goodramgate building hasn't been turned into a club or caf as have some churches. It even hosts the occasional service.
This year, the Evening Press held a writing competition. Entrants had to pen a factual article on York. In the first of the three winning entries to be published, ROB OLDFIELD recalls the carriageworks
POST-war austerity was gone, and a social revolution was about to explode.
ONE day you might spot him. The first clue will be his motorbike, parked by the roadside. Then your eye will be caught by the rider hacking back at the verge weeds, or perhaps clicking away with his camera and making detailed notes in a pad.
DAME Berwick Kaler will meet the class of 2002 babbies and bairns for the first time on Wednesday. And when he takes to the stage for his 24th pantomime, he will know his legendary performances are part of the history of one of Britain's greatest theatres.
YORK music lover Ian Jeffery has always loved The Beatles. "I was in The Beatles fan club in the Sixties," he said. "Although I never actually saw them, I've always been a keen Beatles collector."
THEIR walk-out has reminded us that modern firefighters do a complex job. Firemen and women not only fight fires, they free road accident victims, perform river rescues, pump water from flooded homes and check properties are safe.
IF you want to know about the Sixties, play the music of the Beatles - so said the American composer Aaron Copland.
WRITER Van Wilson has, during the past three years, interviewed scores of musicians for York Oral History Society. Extracts from these interviews form the basis of two books celebrating the city's vibrant live music scene from 1930 to 1970.
DAY after day, residents and tourists would make the same inquiry. Do you have a concise history of York? Eventually, a group of booksellers at Waterstone's began to realise that maybe they had discovered a gap in the market.
ON Thursday night, we will all answer the door to find assorted little devils, imps and ghosts thrusting forward a bag half filled with processed sugar to the cry of "Trick or treat".
A SENSE of near-panic set Peter Frank about the task of chronicling the Yorkshire fishing community. Born in Whitby in 1934, he went on to become a professor at Essex University. In the Seventies he returned to his home town, and realised how much it had changed.
BECAUSE Roman, Viking and medieval street planners did not have the foresight to anticipate the motor car, York has never been a driver's paradise.
NORMAN Johnston was brought up some distance away from the London & North Eastern Railway (LNER).
RACING officials today played down concerns about hundreds of thousands of spur-of-the-moment punters flocking to York for Royal Ascot.
ON a warm September day almost 1,000 years ago, a line of English soldiers crouched behind a wall of shields in the marshes beside the River Ouse at what is now Fulford Ings. Ranged against them were the 7,000 or so Viking troops of the Norwegian king, Harald Hardraada.
MAJOR John Hatfield, it was obvious, was a gentleman through and through. He arrived in Scarb-orough in 1792, a tall, well-spoken, well-bred man who apparently had the Duke of Rutland's backing to stand for one of the borough's two Parliamentary seats.
LAST week we journeyed to Bridlington and Scarborough to reminisce about bygone summer holidays.
WHEN the country kicked out John Major and his gang in 1997, I felt we had seen the end of incompetent politicians, but recent events have made me think again.
THE North Sea coast is again celebrating its maritime history. Last month Whitby welcomed the Grand Turk, the square-rigged fighting frigate made famous by the TV series Hornblower. On Friday she was joined by one of the greatest stars of the sea: HMS Endeavour.
THESE views of York date from a different era of photography. Forget digital cameras, and even rolls of film. The York scenes above were captured on glass negatives. They were very kindly given to the Evening Press by Lilian Vear, who lives off Rawcliffe Lane in York. The father of her late husband Neville, Fred Vear, was a keen amateur photographer, and the glass plates were among his large collection.
LAUREL and Hardy, Charlie Chaplin, Gracie Fields and Marty Feldman have much in common. They are among the most popular entertainers Britain (and America, in Oliver Hardy's case) ever produced; they were equally at home on film or in front of a live audience; and they all took to the stage at the Grand Opera House in York.
SIX years ago, Ronald Caisley was looking for a hobby. He decided to have a go at collecting postcards. What began as a pastime quickly turned into a passion. "I started collecting postcards from around the country," he explained. "Then I thought I would do this area."
STEPHEN LEWIS discovers the hangmen of York were less than model citizens
TONIGHT, revellers will pack the pubs and bars. As the countdown draws closer, many will gather outside York Minster to hear the bells ring out the old and ring in the new. Arms will be linked, kisses exchanged and a chorus of Auld Lang Syne belted out.
THE past will never be forgotten - thanks to our readers. Again our series of Yesterday Once More articles has prompted a fantastic postbag of memories, and it is time to dip into it again.
LAST month, to mark its 400th anniversary, the Charity Commission revealed details of some the country's oldest charities. Among them was St Peter's School in York, an institution that can look back over a remarkable 1,300 year history.
AS the success of television series like Battlefields and Blood Of The Vikings has proved, there's a huge public appetite for history. If someone you know loves to travel back in time, a history book makes the perfect Christmas present.
New Marske caught my eye while map-gazing, it's a most regular square shape of half a square mile of modern housing, near the sea, near Redcar.
George Wilkinson gets excited about the publication of a new map.
The snow made for a magical walk just out of Pickering, leaving George Wilkinson happily alone in a sea of white.