Ramblings Of A Septuagenarian.

A Memory of Newton Burgoland.

My grandparents, Ernest and Ada Forrester lived, with my aunt Bess, Dad's sister, in the tiny cottage attached to the Congregational Chapel on The Green. They were the Chapel caretakers. In return they lived rent-free and had free coal.
Grandad was unable to work because of illness, but he had two allotments so there was no shortage of fresh fruit and vegetables, depending on the season.
The living room was tiny. In the cupboard beneath the stairs Grandma kept the firewood, ready chopped, to keep the blacklead range going. Aunt Bess worked at a shoe factory and was allowed to bring home less-than-perfect wooden heels. I sat for hours, playing with these, all different colours and smelling of freshly sawn wood.
This was before the Council flats had been built and The Pinfold was simply fields and hedges.
I could go on for ever!! The services in the Chapel, walks afterwards around Helpout Mill, back to the turnpike and home. Kettle on, sandwiches cut, cake out. Mmmmmmm...

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