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.
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 ...Read full memory
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.
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 ...Read full memory
I remember Fred Warren very well. My sister in law came over from Canada for a holiday and she bought my wife a Clematis with full care instructions and it flowered every year. I also remember the Warren family in Ingelow Ave. I played football with their son We called him Pro and we played at Tunnards Wood at ...Read full memory
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.
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 ...Read full memory
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 ...Read full memory
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 ...Read full memory
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, ...Read full memory
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