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I Lived in The Square
I used to live in the square in one of the houses opposite the church. My father was in the navy at Spurn Head for a couple of years during the war. I went to the local school and I think my teacher was called Miss Skelton. I remember the awfull air raids, the night before we left for our other posting to Wales there was a terrible one, we were all sleeping at the local pub and my sister and I were so scared. My other sister joined the W.A.A.F, she used to do hairdressing in our front room. I remember there was a shop in the square, we used to play near the barn.My SURNAME was NURSE.
My Family
I have just started to trace my family tree and found that my mother was born in the pub in Patrington market place in the year 1922. The family name being Melbourne. Does anybody have any memories of the people who owned that pub around that time or even a little later. It would make interesting reading.
Lifeboat Cottages on Spurn Head
My great-great-grandfather Fewson Hopper was one of the first lifeboatmen to be housed in the Spurn Head cottages shown. They were built in the mid 19th century for the lifeboat crew members. Fewson (the maiden name of his mother) was lifeboat master (coxswain) from 1865-77, joining Britain's only professional resident lifeboat crew in 1846 and progressing to mate before being appointed master. On retirement from the boat, he became lighthouse keeper at Salt End, further down the River Humber. Many of Fewson's ten children became involved in the lifesaving operations, including daughter Eliza who was Spurn's only postmistress, serving more than 50 years until 1920. She operated the electric telegraph for her father. As a retired lifetime journalist, now author, I am currently researching and writing a history of my ancestral family on Spurn's lonely peninsula.
Cleethorpes Zoo
I believe the elephant in the picture was named Tanya. I have fond memories of the zoo as my father Dave Mosley moved us from Derby to Cleethorpes in 1965 as he was employed by the zoo to do some building work, we as kids used to get to pet the animals, my favourite memory must be of stroking Calypso the killer whale.
I Played With This Bear Cub
My cousin worked at Cleethorpe Marina Zoo and I went in with her during summer holidays. I recall going in the pen and playing with this baby bear, I was about 9 years old. She also let me go in with the dolphins, they pulled me round their big pool in a dinghy. A lllama baby died whilst I was there and she also had to kill baby chicks to feed to the snakes. What an experience eh - no health and safety in those days and such fun too x
My First Love at Beacholme
I was probably only about 8 years old but I remember it oh so well. It was upstairs in the disco, she came from Leeds. We spent more holidays here than I can remember as a child, me, my sister Lorraine and my mam and dad Doreen and Maurice Horne. Sadly my dad's not with us now. We had some lovely times. I used to love the zoo which is now of course pPeasure Island. Oh and the paddling pool up by the boating lake.
Beacholme Camp
I remember vaguely seeing trolley buses and motor buses which were converted into living accomodation, even a tram car with the upstairs windows painted out,that would have been the sleeping quarters I would imagine, and at the eastern edge of the camp were tents, mostly ex-army. We must remember that the war was not long over and people had to make do with what was available. About 1953, I was stood at door of the camp club across the road, we kids could sit at rear of the club outside as there was a kind of shelter where we have bottles of pop and crisps brought out by our parents. My mum told me who the "old man" on the stage was, it was the late (Sir) Bernard Miles who was doing his stage act. I can also recollect seeing lots of rusty barbed wire strewn along the beach, another legacy left over from the war. At that time as you came into the camp the wooden reception office was... Read more
