Hard Life in The 1930s
I used to see some poor wretched people tramping the roads when I was a kid. I remember one particular man, news went quickly round that a tramp was on his way up Skirbeck Quarter. As kids we would stand at the top of Pulvertoft Lane to gaze at them as they walked by. This man was wearing two shoe boxes tied with string, he was shuffeling along making a scraping noise with each step; his clothes looked as though he had been mauled with a lion. We would watch the Gypsy caravans go by, making a musical sound as their tin pots clanged against each other, what was fastened at the side of the caravan. They mostly had a young horse tied to the back of the caravan clip clobbing along - it was a wonderful sound. They would spend a few day's in the Nelson field. I remember one Gypsy woman, she said "fetch a bread loaf for me and I will give you a... Read more
Boston War Garrison
Boston was a war garrison in the war, It was an exciting time for teenagers growing up, Different Regiments was billeted all round the town, we collected army badges from the men; I had a tin full. The airforce used to drill in a morning in Liquorpond Street. War games were played in the streets, the make believe wounded had notes pinned to them to say what injuries they had. The airborne used to practice in a Glider that was in Towels Timber yard. I watched them fly over when they went to Arnhem; being towed by Dakota's. Some of them had been billeted in the big house at the top of Oxford Street. The old park had dozens of Nissan huts built for Army and Airforce. I went on the Dock one time; It was full of Landing Craft; it was out of bounds, I went with my father in His Lorry. Another of our interest was collecting foreign coins and shrapnel. On the dock there where Barrage Balloons, sometimes they broke... Read more
New Haven Bridge
I saw the first wooden pile hammered into the river bed, and watched it day by day until it was completed. Steel piles was driven into the river bed for the concrete structures, when they got well below the river bed it was that hard they had to use pneumatic drills. At high tide water used to seep in places through the piling, to bung the leaks, sawdust was put into the close to the piling, the water pressed the sawdust into gaps to bung the holes up temporally, any water that got in was pumped out. ... Read more
I remember the Coronation in 1937; my mother and father took us to party in the hall on the corner of Station Street and Tower Street, all the tables was full of all kinds of food. We were given a pencil pen, it was white with a gold crown, you twisted the bottom to bring the the lead out - also a mug. After, we went onto the Station Pad field where the kids had sack races; father said to me "put your feet well into the corners so you can run".
While in pursuit of wildfowl on Frampton Marsh In the winter of 1954-1955, a friend and I were out in a terrible snow storm, and it came real dark all at once, in fact it was jet black, just like in a dark cupboard. This was on the edge of the River Welland. Then all at once a ghostly figure stood by me, my friend was glowing like a luminous watch, and so was I. We stood laughing at each other, touching each other's clothing at this unusual phenomenon, within thirty seconds it had gone. I have never came across anybody who has seen it, but it is mostly seen on marshes. I think it a privilege to have seen it.
Boston Blew Away Tottenham
Boston were on a roll in the 1955 F.A Cup. They beat Derby County 6-1 at Derby. In the next round we where drawn away to Tottenham Hotspur; great excitement filled the town. Special trains were laid on, to take the hundreds of supporters, most of us that used the Kings Head in Emery Lane put money in a kitty to buy some beer for the train journey. We marched down to the station like an army platoon, in a joyful mood, proudly displaying our rosettes. Cyril Burton, the landlord of the Kings Head, had borrowed a bugle off one of the fishermen who used his pub. Going through Welwyn Garden City it was a bit on the foggy side. We where told that Roy Scrupps from Wyberton had thrown a wreath on Peterboro Station as we passed through, Boston United were football rivals at that time. Soon as kick off started, Cyril Burton blew that bugle none stop, even at half time, he had large space to himself; as spectators moved away,... Read more
The railway horses were stabled on the Dock. One of the handlers was a man called White, who was the landlord of the Royal Oak pub in High Street. They would pull the wagons along the line where they were needed. It was strenuous work for the horses, I've seen them fall on their knees, straining to get the fully loaded wagons to start to roll; once they started to roll, the handler would quickly unhook the chain. They also worked on the Mussel Stage. When the cockles and mussels were unloaded off the boats onto the mussel stage, they were then loaded into the railway wagons. The horses then would pull them along the Mussel Stage, to a turntable on the stage, so they could turn the wagons to go across the road into the railway yard to be transported to various destinations. It was really hard work for the animals. It's a good job those days have passed.
In our school holidays, I and one or two more used to go with cattle drovers, there were often a thousand Irish cattle arriving at the cattle dock on some Saturdays. The front of the herd would be at the Town Bridge as other cattle were still leaving the cattle dock. We would guard all the sidestreets and passageways. Cattle would be sold at the market, then were taken to various fields outside of town. One drover, Edger, had the foulest mouth you could imagine, another was one-armed Tom, it was rumoured he fell at Spalding Market, hit his head on the ground and it killed him. Tom Dixon was another drover all his working life, he was brought up in Jubilee Avenue. The roads and pavements were splattered with cow muck, you didn't want a poop scoop, a J C B would have been handy. .
Dolphin Lane Sweet Shop
I used to go to St Botolph's School which was in Pump Square. I used to go with my cousins to our nan's little shop for our sweets and broken crisps. I can see her now, she had plaits which curled round each side of her face and she wore glasses. Whenever I pass it now it takes me back. I'm 64 now and started St Botolph's when I was 5 x
Showler's of Dolphin Lane
What a lovely site this is. I didn't live in Boston but spent many happy years in the 60' and 70's staying with my Grandma, Doris Showler, who had owned the sweetshop 'Showler's' in Dolphin Lane since the 1930's and later carried on working in it when she sold it on and it became 'Cuthbert's'. It's the shop which is now the perfumerie. It seems that anyone who grew up in the area at that time visited the shop for their sweeties and, later, their ciggies! I'm currently writing a book about my past and would love to hear from anyone who has personal memories of the shop and my lovely gran. You can find me at www.hazelquinn.com - I would love to hear from you. Thanks!
Town of my Great/grt. Grandfather
My Great, great Grandfather--Thomas Garnham was married in this lovely church three days before the battle of Trafalgar in Oct---1805. He was described as a 'Sailmaker' at this time aged 24 years. He had connections to the 'Red-Cow' where is wife's parents lived and later was the landlord of the'Cross-Keys' which was eventually pulled down and replaced by what is now 'The New-England Hotel. I have searched for years for his place of birth with negative results. He died in 1841.
The Barge Inn
I have such fond memories of my school holidays staying with my Uncle Jack and Aunty Anne at the Barge Inn, Tattershall Road, ( I think they may have actually owned the pub). I used to love being spoilt by my aunt and uncle and also my father's brother Harry Pick who used to frequent the pub. They used to have loads of fishermen staying there and there was a massive kitchen where Ann and her mum Mary used to do all the baking, I used to collect eggs early morning from the sheds with Ann and blackberries etc, for the home made pies.
I would stay for a few weeks during school summer hols and Easter time. I hadn't been back to that area for over 40 years until a couple of years back I went up to visit all my cousins living in Boston and they took me round to where The Barge used to be, what a disappointment to me, there are mews houses standing where... Read more
Does anyone remember the Gymkhana? I think it was in celebration of the Coronation.. After lots of school yard practices we eventually "performed" at the Boston football field.. I was 10 at the time. It was so exciting to be part of this national celebration.
New Quay Picturehouse, High Street, Boston
Bostons second cinema to open was the New Quay Picture-House was situated in the High Street, opposite Van Smirrens tower building which still stands today. The New Quay was opened on Thursday 29th January, 1914, at 2.15pm, had a small seating capacity of only 350 on two levels, like the the New Theatre the Quay never opened its doors on Sundays. It was the town`s first cinema to present the new sound films on Monday 14th October 1929 with `The Singing Fool` but sadly in the early hours of Friday 25th, April 1930 it was destoryed by fire and was demolished. For many years the site was used as a car park for the Co-Op store, the former store building today is the West End 5 screen complex which opened 2001.
The Haven was built and opened as the Odeon cinema on 17th August 1937 with `Dark Journey`. In 1976, it was taken over by the Classic cinema group, and run part-time on cinema/bingo, until it was sold to Haven Enterprise Ltd, and renamed Haven Theatre, opening on 2nd December 1981 with `Caligula` as their first film. Closed after on fire on 15th May 1987, last film screened was `The Colour of Money`. Later demolished and doctors surgery built on site. I first worked there as a trainee projectionist from 1954 until 1959 and returned again in 1976 staying until 1981.
Gostelows Boat Yard
I was brought up near Gostelows Boat Yard, I used to watch them building boats; mainly fishing boats. Loads of tree trunks was piled in the street; it was a dead end, it caused no inconvenience to any traffic. They had a rack bench outside, the trunks was cut down to planks, Albert would put a chalk mark on the tree, then say to me "when the saw gets up to here; run and tell me". At night we would play amongst the tree trunks. One time I went to play, a tramp was there, I nervously approached him -he was very rough. He had a tin can on a wire handle, in a gruff voice " fill it with hot water" I ran home to get some; he had some tea in a bag and made a cuppa. He started to tell me about being in the first world war when he smashed a German's head in with a trench spade; and went through actions how he did it,... Read more
I went to school at St Mary's down Horncastle Road and we would sit by the Maud Foster and wait for the trailers of peas to go by on their way to the canners by Bargate Bridge, then grab arms fulls of pea vines then sit and eat them at the side of the road - we always ate our veg!
While wild-fowling on Frampton Marsh in the winter of 1954, I met McKenzie a well known Poacher. He showed me a curlew he had shot, he had it in a poachers pocket inside his coat, a jovial sort of fellow. He became a well known painter of wildfowl, he was a great friend of Peter Scott another painter of wild-fowl. Kenzie lived at Sutton Bridge.
William Joyce Alias Lord Haw Haw
I was talking to a man who I knew very well, he lived next to Gostelows boat yard. He was in his garden, he said to me " did you know who William Joyce was" I said "yes, I used to listen to him on the wireless in the war". Pointing over to Dock Terrace, he said, "he lived a short time in one of those houses; he said he knew him and the Black Shirts used to have meetings in the Golden Lion pub in High Street.
When the pea harvest was in full swing: the peas on their stalks where loaded onto trailers, then towed by tractor to the canning factories. Us lads would sit on the pavement waiting till a tractor came past, then run after it pulling armfuls of of pea stalks from off the trailer, then sit on the pavement eating our ill-gotten gains. Happy Days.
The black bridge was a railway foot bridge situated at the bottom of Duke Street for the residents who lived in Locomotive Street. The signal box was there as well, and the crossing gates which had to be opened to allow vehicles such as coal lorries to get to Locomotive Street. Often in our school dinner hour we would stand on the bridge and wait for a train to come so we could stand in the thick black smoke. Sometimes it meant suffering the punishment of the cane from our teacher for having dirty hands ... Read more
I once saw Kitty come down Pulvertoft Lane to visit her in-laws: she came in a chauffeur-driven car with a man who they said acted or sang with her. When she left the house she gave a few photos to some of the children who had gathered outside.
On a Sunday night in the war years, especially towards the end, the Haven cinema would have hundreds of Italian prisoners queuing up with us, their clothes had different coloured patches stitched all over their dress. The queue would stretch all the way round to the back gate, if you were at the back of the queue it was ages before you got in, many times you had to sit in the aisles. Some Sundays we would go to Kirton for a bike ride, to visit the Italian workers at the Kirton Gas Works.
Peacock Royal Hotel
The Peacock Royal Hotel was in the Market Place, Boots the Chemist was built on that site when it was pulled down. Mother Riley used to visit his sister who lived in Pulvertoft Lane, Just off High Street. When we saw him, we would run to him, and start fire-ring questions at him. He always wore a Trilby Hat and wore a Gaberdine Mac.
When I was a child my parents used to take me to Haven Cinema on South Street. But I never see any pictures of the place any more! It's a shame that place got knocked down! I used to love going there.
Arthur Towle/Lucan/Old Mother Riley
Arthur Towle, (born Sibsey 1885) who became the actor Arthur Lucan, lived in a house in an alley called Woodyard near Craythorne Lane until he left Boston around 1901. His career began when he was about ten, sweeping up and selling programmes at Shodfriars Hall. Can any one please tell me where 'Woodyard' was. Also where was the Peacock and Royal Hotel? Any other reminiscences of the Towles, or life in the 1890s very welcome. Please write to Robert at firstname.lastname@example.org
1947 to 1948
In 1947 there was one of the worst snow falls I can remember, when packed snow in High Street, lasted into March; then those on the dole had to get picks and shovels from the Council and break it up, horse and carts then took it to the Doughty Quay, where it was put into the river.
Then I got a bombshell, it was announced the school leaving age was changing from fourteen to fifteen. The older lads from all the schools would be going to a school, at the Workhouse. The first day was quite a shock, it was a grim place, The main building was four storeys high; each end three storeys high; winding stone steps to class rooms; flag stone inner courtyard was our playground. It must have been terrible to have been put in there. It was bad enough having strange teachers. A smack across the head was normal, or a thump to the head with a knuckle, for talking in class. One teacher, got his... Read more
In the war years my father drove a lorry or a tractor for May & Hassle timber importers. He would pick up men at various places around the town with his lorry which had a hut on the back. Timber was stacked around Lincolnshire at different sites; such as Scredington, Silk Willouby, Evedon, Bloxham, Ruskington, Ewarby, Howel, Aswarby Station, Cowbridge, Dancers Bank Kirton End, and others, to avoid being destroyed by air attacks. The hut was taken off the lorry and used as a tea hut, and as a shelter if it rained, it was also used as a card school at lunch breaks, that time of day; lunch was bread and cheese, with a jam pastie mostly. I loved going to Scredington and Aswarby Station. I had a fascination for birds nesting, I would collect Water Hens eggs if possible, gather brambles, search for mushrooms, fetch water from a farm at Scredington; draw it up with a pump, it always had a funny smell to it; I would scrump apples at... Read more
Poked in The Eye
They used to have a club for youngsters at the Baptist Church in High Street on Thursday nights, sometimes I would call in. Sometimes they would be a Magic Lantern, stories from the Bible. But one night I was passing, with no intention of calling in, then I changed my mind. Then entering the passage leading to the back room, I was confronted with teenagers screaming with laughter. As I went into the inside passage, an older women who looked after us, said to me, "You can have a go at this". I was led in a room where the Minister who was sat in a chair, an old man who I had known for years called Mr Piper, I was led up to him, and was told to look at his face, and to take note which eye looked worse but not to say anything. I was then taken out of the room and blindfolded, led back in the room, and told carefully to point to that eye, my... Read more
Foghorns N Boats
For years and years, all those who lived along the river had to put up with the fishermen blowing their horns, to warn the chap who was on duty at the swing bridge that they wanted to pass through. We would be awakened in the early hours, often from a deep sleep, for the chap who was on duty to open the swing bridge, a most disturbing sound when awakened from deep sleep, an eerie sound when it was foggy. All the boats had a battered boogle on board.
I was pleased when it was reported in the paper that the flood warning siren wasn't being used any more. Every time the flood warning sounded, I was transported back to the war years, when, in the dead of night, we were ushered down, half asleep, and put in the gas cupboard for safety, which was under the stairs, I can't think now of a worser place to be put. Some nights we would be at the cinema, then on the screen, it would say the alarm has sounded, we would make our way out into the street to that horrible wailing sound, it was more disturbing than the throbbing noise of enemy aircraft. Then we would fumble our way home in total darkness, not daring to switch our torch on.
V. E. Day
V. E. day was a great day, as I clearly remember it. I remember cycling up High Street with a flag on my handlebars, and a propeller whizzing round in the wind, which we made out of wood, it was a popular with the kids at that time. Bonfires was lit all round the town, there was a big fire in the Nelson Field, another which we lit at the back of the B.O.C M mill. There was dancing on Fish Hill in front of the Assembly Rooms, which us lads joined in, we thought it was great fun. The Stump was floodlit with Army searchlights.
Later on we made our way back to our bonfire at the back of the B O C M mill, it was late no one was about, then we threw some .303 bullets onto the bonfire and waited behind the corner of the mill, it was a while for they went off, at the time we thought it was great fun. looking back... Read more
My name is Josina Beck (nee Warren), I lived at 49 Tavener Road. My mother was Violet and my father was Fred (Fred the plant man), he had a stall on the market. I have five brothers and two sisters, we all went to Carlton Road School. I remember Sid Guest, the Hessle pub and Tommy Emerson's fish shop. Those were hard-up but happy days I will never forget. I was born in May 1952 at 49 Tavener Road.
In 1951 a friend and I were keen on taking photos with our cheap cameras. We decided to go to the Air Show, at the Aero Club down the Board Sides. It was a lovely afternoon, but was on the breezy side. A large crowd was enjoying a plane doing manoeuvres. It came into a dive, slightly coming out of the dive, but went straight into the ground, people gasped. I thought it had gone into the Forty Foot River. We ran across the road, stood on some wooden rail beside the railway, it had crashed onto the bank top on the other side. People ran to the level crossing, which was a fair way up the road, to get through a gate to get down the other side of the river. When I got to the crash site, they had pulled two clear of the plane, and were trying to cover them up with fabric of the plane, but the strong breeze kept blowing it off. A large crowd... Read more
For years two well known Coasters came to Boston; one was the 'Lizzie and Annie', and the other was the 'Yarvic', their cargo was mainly wheat, or cattle cake. They would deliver their cargo to the B.O.C.M - British Oil n Cake Mills - which was situated at the bottom of St Anne's Lane, beside the river, opposite the old swimming baths, or Ranks Mill, in High Street. Other Coasters would come as well. Tugs would tow them backwards when empty to the wide part of the river near the Dock, where they could turn, and make their way down the river. Later years I saw the 'Lizzie and Annie' in the Thames when I went to London, I also saw her in the Humber when she was sunk. You could just see two masts sticking out of the water.
THE OLD PARK
I shall always remember the old park with great affection. The first time I remember walking through I would only be about five years old; there was a dead blackbird lying on the ground, I gently put my foot on it and it squeaked. I remember ducks swimming in a dyke, the water used to go under a bridge, I sat on that bridge many times, in later years The war came, they destroyed a big part of it and erected Nissan Huts for the Army. All the war it was fenced in with barbed wire; it would be five years before we could venture in again. We used to get under the wire and see what we could find. A big part was still untouched very old trees hundreds of years old, We got bandoliers of bullets, we walked round the streets like Mexican bandits, we would take the cordite out of the casings, wrap so many sticks in silver paper, like rolling a fag, all this went on in... Read more
ST AIDEN'S CHURCH
We could get into the church by crawling under the main door, that's if you were thin enough. The church steps were well worn down, to think how many years it took to wear away is mind boggling. We used to play amongst the furniture that came out of the bombed houses in Liquorepond Street. I went into the false roof once and found an old newspaper, it had turned yellow, dated in the eighteenth century, I threw it down thinking of the germs what could be on it. I now wished I had kept it. When we went to play in the Nelson Field, we used to go down Chapel Passage, and in the Church Wall where metal gratings to let air into the vaults, but it was impossible to see inside. Years later they started to take it down, for some reason, I suppose it was to make way for flats. Being nosey I went inside when the workmen had gone home. Part of the roof had crashed, and the... Read more
When we were at school we spent a lot of our time in the summer down the marsh, a poor man's Skegness. We had some wonderful times, swimming in the creeks, that's where I learnt to swim. One time we decided to go over the otherside of the Welland at low tide. We waded across it, four of us, a large dredger was tilted on its side at that time. We must have walked two miles when we saw a man in a boat in a creek, he asked us if we could swim, he said the tide was coming up. From then on it was panic stations, we ran back, in the distance we could see the dredger high in the water. We reached the Welland, it was a raging torrent, we plunged in, three of us went direct, the best way we could, one of the others went with the tide, he had more sense than us; he must have gone a quarter of a mile before he... Read more
I used to go roller skating three times a week at the Gliderdrome, when I was in my late teens, also after my National Service. One particular night stands out. I was skating backwards when I fell over someone who was already on the deck. I came down such a cropper and my knee went through the Asbestos floor. I thought I had broken my knee, I crawled to the side and sat on a form nursing my knee, very embarrassed. Attendants quickly put a table over the hole, and a well known character named Stan Griggs sat on the table the rest of the night, waving skaters by. Christmas time there would be a large net in the roof full of balloons. Christmas-eve at the end of the night, they would release them on the skaters, who would punch them all over the place and burst them with their skates. All good things come to and end, when one Sunday morning we heard loud bangs, and saw smoke in... Read more
I have many happy memories of the Kid Stacks, which was down the sea bank. The Kid Stacks was situated quite a way past which is now the Council Dump. The Kid Stacks was a firing range, the Home Guard used to use it. We would go there and dig the bullets out. Sometimes a large gang of us would go and play army games, we would organise ourselves into two groups with home-made rifles. One time we imagined it was Wake Island, in the Pacific, some were to defend, others were to be the attackers. We fought as thou our lives depended on it. Heavy clods of earth were thrown at each other, as were make-believe hand grenades, when we got close we wrestled each other, it was fairly steep on one side and we would end down at the bottom. After we had enough, scratched and blooded, we would make our way home. Happy Days.
These memories are as fresh in my mind as if they happened last week. Boston had its share of air raids, the first one was on a rainy Monday, it was July, the first day of our summer school holidays. It would be about 7.15 am when we heard a low flying plane, then a mighty explosion, followed by the blast, which took out out the fanlight above the front door, the house seemed to lift.
The bomb had landed at the back of Mariners Passage, a Mrs Gee was killed, I knew her as I used to go next door to my pals. For those who don't know where it was, it was where the Liquorpond Surgery is. The people who lived in the houses that were damaged had to get out, and their belongings were stored in St Aiden's church which was next to Chapel Passage There were other raids, bombs landed on the railway goods yard. Another night bombs landed on Silver Street, and Bargate, leaving a... Read more
In the Second World War, shows were put on at the Scala Cinema. It is now Poundstretchers. One night my mother took me and my brother to one of the shows, and we sat on the front seats. Most of the audience was made up R A F chaps. It was gave out that the pianist hadn't turned up, and was there anyone in the audience who could play the piano? There was a lot of shouting at the back, I turned to see what all the fuss was about, I saw a chap being pushed down one of the rows, he was reluctant to go on the stage. They got him on the stage, and he played wonderful. When he had finished, he jumped down on to a lower stage, and fell through with a mighty crash. My brother and I rushed to look down the hole, it must have been a ten foot drop, the poor lad was buried in planking. They got him out with some difficulty,... Read more
A few of us youths made small lofts, and got the idea we would have pigeons as a hobby. The trouble was we didn't have money to buy any. We hatched a plan, we could get all the pigeons we want, the only catch was they roosted under the Town Bridge. We used to go through gate near thr White Hart. It's locked now, it used to be unlocked. we would wait till it was dark, making sure no police was about. We would go along a ledge, get on the girders and make our way to the other side, feeling in cubby holes. We would put a bird inside our jumpers. The middle of the bridge was very dangerous it was a tight squeeze. My mate got a lovely bird, he kept it three weeks, when he let it out it didn't return. The next time we went, I got a bird, it was my mate's bird that didn't return.
William Boyd Alias Hopolong Cassidy.
Our Cowboy Hero came to Boston, and was being entertained by the Mayor at the Assembly Rooms. A large crowd of teenagers gathered outside to catch sight of him. Finally when he came out with his lovely wife, wearing a large Stetson on his head. The first thing he said, was, "I'm Hopolong!, and this is my wife Tripalong". He thanked the children for watching his films.
In the war years I used to fetch a measure of two strikes of coke. We had some very bad winters in the war time. I had to get in a long queue to get served. To carry it home I would put it under my bike frame. One time I was going home past Mr Simpson shop in High Street opposite the Robin Hood, he said "I'll give you threepence to fetch me a bag". I said "I'll ask my Dad". I didn't fancy going and getting in another long queue. When I got home I told Dad what Mr Simpson had said. He told me to go. I went to the shop, and Mr Simpson gave me a sack. I went in another long queue, the man started to shovel the coke in the sack, after two shovels, He told me to shake the bag so he could get more in, but I could't lift it. He lifted the bag up sharp, all the coke fell out, the bag... Read more
William (Bill) Box And The Swing Bridge at Boston
One of my favorite memories of Bboston was of my Great-Uncle Bill Box who for many years operated the swing bridge over the Haven river. He worked for the railways all his life and in fact I have his presentation gold watch which my Great-Aunt Alice passed on to my dad and in turn it was passed on to me. Uncle Bill was a real character, he would entertain the kids that passed over the bridge with a puppet monkey, I don't think he went anywhere without it! He operated the bridge by turning a large wheel in the centre of the side of the bridge and as a treat he would let me turn the bridge, it was suprisingly easy when you consider the weight of the bridge. I don't suppose he would be allowed to do that today. Does anyone else remember him?
I affectionately remember regularly visiting my grandparents Horace and Ethel Wilson who lived at "Oakleigh' on the corner of Albert Street and Carlton Road. When I was about 6 I remember my brother and I venturing to the gasworks, which represented in my mind an evil and sinister factory, with an absence of any people, only the sight and sound of small hissing steam railway engines rumbling into massive yards of massive mounds of coal. Surreally, I also remember when entering this frightening area we passed a beautiful lawn tennis club. Weird.
Boston Drill Hall And my Dad George Johnson
Boston Drill Hall was a second home to me. My dad CSM George Johnson would take my sister Marilyn and I to the drill hall on a Sunday morning for a bottle of pop and a packet of crisps, they tasted better then! Then after that into the armoury to oil and clean the guns and then to the rifle range for a few shots, both my sister and I were fair shots. Nick Carter was the steward there for a number of years. My dad was also the traffic forman on Boston docks until he retired in 1973, unfortunately He passed away the same year. He loved the town and the people. He was a good man who would always do a good turn if he could and never a bad one.
My great-grandfather, grandfather and uncle all at one point in their lives worked at Boston Dock. My great-grandfather was injured badly on the dock in 1932 and died soon after, his workmate dropped a work tool on his head from a great height. My granddad also worked at the dock for a number of years, as did my late uncle. Does anyone remember the Palmers?
Sid Guest The Barber....
I was taken to sids barbers by m y dad Ted McMullen...we were living on the corner of Ingram Rd and Shaw Rd then...60's....and my mum jean was the woman in the wheelchair with all the kids....dad worked at Van Smirrens for a while as well as demolishing the old hotel where Boots now is and the one where Woolies now stands...He drank in the Hessle Pub for years...knew George Hull the gamekeeper....MAC
Sid Guest (Barber)
As kids, all of us "Fenside lot" would go to Sid Guests house in Granville Street for our haircuts. He had the front room done out with a mirror, seat and all the other things a barber needs. It was very cheap and all our mums could afford. Great days.
Memories of Lincolnshire
The Jasper family moved in 2008, there are 5 children and one adult, a big family in a big house! This is a lovely family who are loving and kind! I am here to give the memory of Kirton End and wish luck for this family for the rest of their lives.
A Kirton Holme Boyhood .
I was born in a farmhouse called Bank House Farm on 20th Nov 1945. In 2 days I shall be 65. I was educated at Kirton Holme County Primary School. My teachers were Mrs Brown, Mrs Shawe, Mr R Tomblinson, and later headmaster Mr "Tommy" Hammond. Before my time, the headmaster was a Mr Barnfield, who was leader of the Home Guard, and I believe later went to Australia. I was number 5 of 6 children. My sisters were (are) Sylvia, Gwyneth, and Edna. My brothers are Bill and Dean. Boys I remember from scool were: David Brown, Brian Scarborough, Barry Williamson,Peter and Raymond Horry, Ken Twell, and the Kings; Brian, Peter, David, Edward. David Lunn and John Knight. Sorry if I missed anyone. Girls: Pamela Clay, Susan Henson, Daphny Pitts, Christine Cordley, the Halls, Mary, Margaret, Frances. Also Edward Hall, Elisabeth Quayle, and her sister whose name I forget. Michael Nunday and sister Beryl. Carol Twell. Again, sorry if I missed anyone. Tommy Hammond, the headmaster, was a very... Read more
My grandparents, Charles Herbert and Maud Mary Epton, lived at 3 (later 11) Council Houses, Brothertoft, and my childhood holidays were always spent here. My dad was born in that house, as was his brother, and my grandparents must have lived there nigh on 50 years, and both of them, along with several other relatives, are buried in Brothertoft churchyard. Dad, Ira, and his little brother, Les, went to school at Hedgehog Bridge, a trek across the fields and through the churchyard to the North Forty Foot Bank every day, a walk we often took, past Pepperdines Farm and Cut End. The big hall was owned by Horace Robinson, previously belonging to the Sharpe family, and today run by Horace's son. At no 4 Council Houses (later 12) was Walt Epton the haulage lorry firm, and after they moved to Hubberts Bridge, Charlie Ullyatt. At no 3 were my grandparents, and no 2 - I don't know the name of the folks was there when I was little, though I... Read more
We lived at Langrick Station and I attended Hedgehog Bridge School - lots of memories of Miss Tooley and all the kids who lived in the area. It was a wonderful time in the 1950s. No school left now and not many of the people I knew either. If any of you read this, best wishes and happy memories.
Fishing 1965 on The North Forty Drain
We all went to stop on a farm near Landgrick Road in the year 1965 for one week of fishing, we all came from Pinxton and South Normanton, Nottinghamshire and Derbyshire, catching loads of fish, bream, tench, pike, perch and eels. On the map it said Toft Tunnel, it was near a stone bridge, fishing on the North Forty foot bank and the fishing was great.
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