Hewson Street

A Memory of Sheriff Hill.

I grew up in Hewson street, my parents were Peggy and Ernie Gills and we lived in our grandparents house (Meggie and Bill (Scotty) Jackson). I loved a Sunday when all the family would call to see us - the tiny flat would burst at the seams. We were sent to the shop on the corner of the street called Robbies, for broken bicuits and loose butter. We would play in the lane for hours, or go to the park,and then home for a wash in the tin bath. Mondays was wash day and mam and gran would be washing clothes in a poss tub. It had a mangle to squeeze the water out of the clothes. The best fun was when the coal was delivered. They used to dump a ton of coal outside the back door and we used to help shovel it in the coal house, it was hard work, but great fun. The neighbours would borrow a pail of coal until their load came; every one helped each other out in those days. The saddest day was in the 70s - we all had to move house as Hewson street was being demolished. It is now a new estate. The pub on Windy Nook Road, The White Swan, is flats now. I will never forget Hewson Street and all the memories I have. They were the best years of my life when I was growing up.

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