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South Humberside memories
ELSHAM IN THE THIRTIES
During the thirties in Elsham, keeping healthy was very important. Yhe health service didnt exsist, all we had was orange juice and cod liver oil. Our cottage was very damp, one of my sisters died from pneumonia when she was
just 4 yrs old. Many old residents also died from pneumonia, it was known as the old mans friend.
The Elsham people were extremely poor. Everybody grew their own vegetables, that was the only way you could survive. All the men worked on the farms for just a few shillings a week, the cottages they lived in belonged to the farmers, and every May Day Thursday they had to cycle to Brigg, report to the Angel Hotel, and ask the farmer who owned their cottage if he would employ them for another year. Very often the farmer wouldn't, and they had to get out of the house, which was known as flitting.
The present residents of Elsham are very lucky people.
REX WHITEHEAD
V E Day
I was born in Elsham 1934. We lived in a thatched cottage, where the village hall stands now. My grandfather was the local joiner, wheelwright, preacher, and clerk to the parish council. My father had milk cows and chickens. In the wartime we had prisoners of war, Germans and Italians. Elsham Hall was occupied by the army. We all had a fantastic time on V E Day. Rex Whitehead
My Travels With Mom
Travels brought me to my Auntie and Uncle's house above the Beauty Shop looking straight onto the photo. I loved them so much and their daughter, my cousin. I haven't seen them in years...don't know why. But this was always my favorite spot in England. I loved the Chip Shop. I had a good friend named Colin who lived here, he wrote me a beautiful poem that was so sweet.
My First Visit to Barton-Upon-Humber by Richard B. Taylor
My first visit to Barton-upon-Humber was in the early 1980s when my wife and I were searching for the graves of my ancestors. To our dismay, someone had removed all of the headstones and they were placed in a corner of the church yard in disarray. they were so heavy we could not move one to find evidence of our ancestors.
My next visit was with my youngest daughter, just prior to her marriage to David Dyches in 1987. She purchased a set of beautiful dinnerware at the China shop in the middle of town.
I am proud of the fact that my ancestors lived in such a pleasant town and I have submitted a chart of our family tree to the Barton-upon-Humber library.
Richard B. Taylor
When I Was A Young Girl
I was born in a quaint village in Nottinghamshire called Huthwaite, we moved to a farmhouse in Wrawby when I was 7. My aunt and her family moved there with us. We had great times in the barns, sliding down the hay, watching the cows being milked and feeding the chickens. I remember a winding staircase leading to the bedrooms and half way up the stairs was a cellar, we were afraid of going past there for some reason. I hated moving from there and to a town. I still crave to live in a farmhouse again and hopefully will do one day. The farmhouse still stands, I see it when we pass it on days out, it stands next to the church in Wrawby, it brings back so many memories...
Manor House Convent School
The photograph of Bigby Street in the Collection prompted these memories as the building on the near left is the front of the School.
As a boarder at the Manor House Convent School there are many memories.
The pleasure of listening to the bell ringing practice from the church opposite my dormatory window and wondering if any of the bells were founded at Taylor's in my home town of Loughborough.
The Saturday or Sunday afternoon walks along the bank of the River Ancholme and the sweet smell of the Spring's Jam Factory as we passed.
The games of hockey and tennis in the grounds behind the school. At this time of the year the beds of snowdrops alongside the path to the hockey field.
The production of Midsummer Night's Dream in the grounds of the School.
The building itself and its history, especially the front staircase that we were forbidden to use. Our classroom when we were in the Sixth Form was at the front... Read more
Busman
Charles Edward Sharp used to be a busman, working until his death in 1927. He was the son of John and Harriet Sharp from Brigg.
