Nostalgic memories of Boston's local history
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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 ...see 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.
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.
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
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 rvk2@le.ac.uk
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 ...see more
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 ...see more