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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Displaying Memories 51 - 60 of 61 in total
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.
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 ...see more
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 ...see more
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 ...see more
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?
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 ...see more
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.
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 ...see more
my great grandmother, Elsie Clara Doughty, died two weeks ago. My great grandmother was married to Charles Doughty, my great grandfather, who Doughty Quay was named after in Boston.
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