Nostalgic memories of Boston's local history
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For many years now, we've been inviting visitors to our web site to add their own memories to share their experiences of life as it was when the photographs in our archive were taken. From brief one-liners explaining a little bit more about the image depicted, to great, in-depth accounts of a childhood when things were rather different than today (and everything inbetween!). We've had many contributors recognising themselves or loved ones in our photographs.
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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 ...see more
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 ...see more
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 ...see more
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 ...see 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.
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.
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 ...see 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 ...see more