Happy Days

A Memory of Frizington.

I have great memories of growing up on Frizington. It was such a close knit community where everyone knew everyone else. I can remember Stewarts delivering milk with a horse and cart. ''Jinkies'' coming round with fruit and veg, in winter the van lit by a tillie lamp. The farmers coming round with their own home-grown potatoes. The fish man ringing his bell on a Friday, with fish fresh from the dock. St Joseph's with its gas lighting and coke stoves. School Christmas parties where the mothers made jelly and custard, fairy cakes etc and we all froze in our party outfits after being in winter clothes. Summer picnics with a bottle of spanish water and jam sandwiches down Yeathouse for the whole day. The sun never seemed to stop shining then. Nobody had much money but that didn't matter. We would make a ''house'' with stones laid out in a square and used leaves for plates with rose hips or similar as food. The road was our playground, all we needed was a ball and a can and we could play for hours. Marbles, two ballie, swapping beads, the farmer's in his den, the big ship sailed through the alley alley oh, playtime games. Yes, happy days indeed.

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