I remember that big black range, I must have been really tiny as we moved from Nan's, in Royton, to Shaw, when I was four, I think. Nan used to polish the thing for ages. I have seen one in a Musuem though and coo, it didn't half take me back. They weren't as big as I remembered, but then I'm a lot bigger now than I was then! I seem to remember my Great-Nanna as a really tall lady, but Mum says she was tiny, probably the same effect! Nan used to do pea soup too, and butter beans - I still love them! Another favourite of hers was Cowheel, which then and now makes me feel ill! As for tripe! Like the old joke about the vicar refusing a tongue sandwich as "he can't eat anything that's been in summat's mouth" - so the lady of the house offers him a hardboiled egg instead....! Think about it...! Sorry! Ian