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Memories of A Child
I remember Eastville as a child growing up, we used to visit and stay with my nan (Linda Howard) every bank holiday. It was very quiet and peaceful. We had some lovely times, Grandad (John Howard) was the local smithy. Most times some of us would walk what dad called the 5 mile walk from the corner by the pub (the Wheatsheaf), and I remember the nights when the chip shop opened, it was heaven, they were scrummy, we (my brothers and sisters) used to like the batter scraps. My nan lived in one of the council houses across from the grain mill, we also used to go to the shop - Cooks general stores. There might be some families living there that still remember our family, mainly because there were 11 of us kids, Mom and Dad were Barbara and Alf. One of the other things was the home grown veggies and fruit that Nan would have growing in the back garden, Mom and Dad would always come away... Read more
'Kingsley' Boston Road , Sibsey
My late uncle, Walter J Urquhart, lived at the above address, with his wife Margaret O Urquhart(nee Brodie). Margaret's widowed mother also lived there, she was Mrs I E Brodie (nee Campbell). Mrs Brodie died at Sibsey in 1972. These three people were Scots-born. My uncle, W J Urquhart, was described as a 'Smallholder' in the telephone directory.
The Woolpack Hotel, Wainfleet
This isn't a memory, but I would like to hear about other people's memories as to the Woolpack at Wainfleet. I have been the landlady of this hotel for the last 7 months and would like to know some history about the premises prior to the 1950s - can anyone help?
The Woolpack at Wainfleet
I have memories of me and the now-landlord getting banned from this pub and I lost me bike!
Cattle Market
In our school holidays, I and one or two more used to go with cattle drovers, there were often a thousand Irish cattle arriving at the cattle dock on some Saturdays. The front of the herd would be at the Town Bridge as other cattle were still leaving the cattle dock. We would guard all the sidestreets and passageways. Cattle would be sold at the market, then were taken to various fields outside of town. One drover, Edger, had the foulest mouth you could imagine, another was one-armed Tom, it was rumoured he fell at Spalding Market, hit his head on the ground and it killed him. Tom Dixon was another drover all his working life, he was brought up in Jubilee Avenue. The roads and pavements were splattered with cow muck, you didn't want a poop scoop, a J C B would have been handy. .
Railway Horses
The railway horses were stabled on the Dock. One of the handlers was a man called White, who was the landlord of the Royal Oak pub in High Street. They would pull the wagons along the line where they were needed. It was strenuous work for the horses, I've seen them fall on their knees, straining to get the fully loaded wagons to start to roll; once they started to roll, the handler would quickly unhook the chain. They also worked on the Mussel Stage. When the cockles and mussels were unloaded off the boats onto the mussel stage, they were then loaded into the railway wagons. The horses then would pull them along the Mussel Stage, to a turntable on the stage, so they could turn the wagons to go across the road into the railway yard to be transported to various destinations. It was really hard work for the animals. It's a good job those days have passed.
Boston Blew Away Tottenham
Boston were on a roll in the 1955 F.A Cup. They beat Derby County 6-1 at Derby. In the next round we where drawn away to Tottenham Hotspur; great excitement filled the town. Special trains were laid on, to take the hundreds of supporters, most of us that used the Kings Head in Emery Lane put money in a kitty to buy some beer for the train journey. We marched down to the station like an army platoon, in a joyful mood, proudly displaying our rosettes. Cyril Burton, the landlord of the Kings Head, had borrowed a bugle off one of the fishermen who used his pub. Going through Welwyn Garden City it was a bit on the foggy side. We where told that Roy Scrupps from Wyberton had thrown a wreath on Peterboro Station as we passed through, Boston United were football rivals at that time. Soon as kick off started, Cyril Burton blew that bugle none stop, even at half time, he had large space to himself; as spectators moved away,... Read more
