Hi Jan What a gem of memories.   Thank you for sharing them with us.   Have just had a thought - does anyone remember playing 'Cat's Cradle'.    I tried it the other day to show a child & it all came back to me.   She was mesmerised & thought I was very clever............  I would very much like to have a collection of the skipping-rope songs.   Do any of you remember them - like "On the hill there stands a lady, who she is I do not know etc......... help me out here.   Leicestershire Listers, P lease keep these memories rolling in.   Hope this thread will continue for the next two weeks, so put on your thinking caps & let us have them.    Regards to you all from a sunny Yorkshire day. June FLEETWOOD (nee RAINBOW)  West Yorkshire.         From: John & Jan Marchant <[email protected]> To: [email protected] Sent: Thursday, 16 February 2012, 8:25 Subject: Re: [LEI] Dialect More memories! Don't remember the word "jitty" in Leicester but once read it was used in southern England the same way. We had an ice cream van in the 1940s, or it could have been early 1950s, but I was still a child when I and other children went up for it. 1950s were my teenage years. I remember I know rationing affected sweets until 1953 and my mother always bought each of us in the family our weekly ration. There was no sacrificing of adults' rations for me, the only child. Lots of kids at school had kali (sure I've seen it spelt differently somewhere on another list, kahli I think) but I didn't especially want it and didn't realise it was off ration. Only knew of the finger dipping, nothing about licorice tubes or lollies to eat it with. Knew licorice sticks and also licorice root, but I didn't/don't like licorice myself. Thanks, June, for the explanation of the revolving drum in the window. I guessed it was grinding coffee or something like that, but we never had coffee at home until later. Also Mum never took me for a snack in a cafe when shopping; would have loved that! Certainly do it now! Later, in the '50s and '60s I did go to Bruccianis quite often and, for a long time, after choir practice on Friday evenings at Bishop St Church. Great to know they're still there and the ice cream menu looks really yummy. I never heard "causey" for a path. We did play snobs and, yes, they're jacks in Oz. I also loved cycling round the villages out from Scraptoft, usually Keyham, Hungerton, Barkby Thorpe, Barkby, South Croxton, Beeby and others. Also often went up the Uppingham Rd as far as Tugby or turned off and went to Tilton and Halstead. Not sure what a croggie was but I had a saddlebag and also a basket on the front of my bike. Great for doing the errands and we could just leave our bikes outside the shops in those days, didn't get stolen. My Mum was born and bred in Lincoln and sometimes called me and other kids "Duck", but thankfully not "me duck"! Remember the whale and going to see it with Mum, but didn't realise it had a name. Haven't heard the one about "standing on C&A corner" but in Sydney it's "up the Cross" - King's Cross, once a great suburb for a night out but now a nest of druggies and suchlike! In our suburban area the clop of hooves and the shout : "Rag Bone" was happening even in the early 1960s. Also the "Breton onion sellers" came around on their bikes with the onions in net bags over their shoulders. And the window cleaner used to come each Friday evening just as I got home from work and I couldn't change my clothes until he'd done my bedroom window! I could have gone to the Saturday morning ABC Minors films at the Trocadero, a mile from where I lived, but my friend and myself were not really interested as we had so many things to keep us busy - including lots of fishing for sticklebacks, "stonies", tadpoles, newts etc. I remember trying to race the newts on the lawn but they all went in different directions. Also, when they began to build Nether Hall Estate we went to our usual tadpole pond to find it had been dug out and a pipe put through it. There was lots of frogspawn in the small amount of water remaining. So we went home and returned another day with buckets to "rescue" ALL the frogspawn in case the pond was filled in before the tadpoles had developed. Our mothers thought that a great joke but these days government funds would probably be allocated for such a rescue! Loved Dandelion and Burdock. Presumably it isn't available there now? Re family members migrating to London, my father's family had done so in the early 1900s. For us, migrating to Australia was much the same, learning different words for several things. "Cots" in hair are called "knots" here, more sensible I suppose. I remember plenty of "ooyers" and very occasionally still come out with it, mostly if I hurt myself or something like that! Re mardy, the insulting rhyme I remember was: "Mardy mardy mustard, yer face is like a custard". I read the Dandy and Beano regularly, as well as several other comics. We went to Humberstone Park sometimes (fished there too) and the "playground" behind Humberstone school, complete with the usual grumpy parky. We were also taken there at lunchtime from school quite often in summer. The lions were there in 2001, as a fountain in the Town Hall Square, which is how I always remember them from mid 1940s onwards. I never got inside any of those cafs, except Bruccianis in later years. Nivard: John says "Agreed - Up the City to win!". Obviously you still follow them from Cornwall! That's a lovely summer picture of the lion fountain on the website you recommended. I passed them every Sunday on the way to Bishop St Church. I have a postcard, from the Information Centre now near the Town Hall Square, of the fountain totally frozen over. Don't ever remember seeing it like that in real life, though, despite some cold winters. "Wet playtime" for me was just myself in the house with Grandpa, Mum being at work. Often I called for my friend next door and she came in to play with me. I remember that, while I had just nipped round in my indoor clothes, my friend's mother insisted she dress up in waterproofs and wellies just to come next door! Plenty of people played conkers and John has fond memories of that. We girls played skipping but I don't remember the one with elastic round the ankles - what WOULD Health & Safety say???!!! I loved the museum too, mainly the stuffed animals, and after shopping my treat was either a visit to the museum in New Walk, to Rowbotham's toy shop (rarely anything bought, though) or to the fish market to see the animals. After walking through the very smelly fish market itself we saw lots of day-old chicks and ducklings and some kittens and puppies. Queniborough to me was just one of the villages I cycled to. They were all beautiful villages and it was before they became commuter bases. I think I've finally caught up with the deluge of "memories" emails bombarding me these last few days, having been out all or part of each day, so here's my latest, rather long, contribution. Jan in Australia ----- Original Message ----- From: "Emma Faulkner" <[email protected]> To: <[email protected]> Sent: Tuesday, February 14, 2012 4:54 AM Subject: Re: [LEI] Dialect Without reading the whole thread, can I assume "jitty" has been mentioned? Means alleyway. Also "mardy", although I gather from my other half that it's not exclusively Leicester. Theres a page somewhere on the BBC Leicester site with a load of words and phrases (some of which are obvious rubbish, mind) to which I contributed a few - I'll try and find it. With regards to cobs, baps and rolls - my understanding as a kid was that a cob was a crusty bap and a roll was a long bun. And a bun was/is actually a loaf. :S All a bit confusing, probably made worse for me as I had a half cockney mother and a Kentish father, both of whom were also ex-Navy so used some nautical slang. On 13 February 2012 17:46, Lesley Chaney <[email protected]> wrote: Hi Listers, There's a word my Leicester born husband grew up with and which his sister still uses.  I don't know how it should be spelt but is spoken as "kay-lie" and means sherbet or sherbet dabs. My husband will sometimes come out with, "Okie Pokie, penny a lump."  I don't remember ice cream being available in the 1940s, no doubt because of rationing.  Ice cream vans made their appearance in the 1950s. Lesley ------------------------------- To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to [email protected] with the word 'unsubscribe' without the quotes in the subject and the body of the message ----- No virus found in this message. 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Hi again Margaret Just renewed my Ancestry sub so I could look it up! William and Maria Cook, Highway Road in Syston in 1841. He's down as a publican. By the 1851 census he's dead and she's a "Pauper Schoolmistress", and her nephew John Martin is living with her. At some point I really must do some more digging around this bit of my tree! Em On 16 February 2012 09:02, Emma Faulkner <[email protected]> wrote: > Hi Margaret > > I seem to recall her surname was Cook, can't remember the first name. One > of my great-great etc etc Grandads lived with her - he, as with that entire > direct line, was somewhat imaginatively called John Martin.. He was a young > lad and it looked like his parents had died. When he was living with her > she was a teacher but I vaguely remember finding her earlier running what I > *think* is now the Midland pub. I think it was then called the Railway? > Unfortunately i've not got access to the censuses etc any more to double > check my info and I hadn't finished researching that bit properly so it's > not in my GenesReunited tree. Really must get an external hard drive and > collate all my research! > > Emma > > > On 16 February 2012 08:11, fabis <[email protected]> wrote: > >> Interesting Emma, what was they name? >> >> Margaret >> >> >> On 15/02/2012 18:57, Emma Faulkner wrote: >> > Margaret, by coincidence one of my ancestors ran/worked in the Midland >> pub in Syston :-) >> > >> > Sent from my mobile device, please excuse lack of formatting. >> > >> > On 15 Feb 2012, at 18:54, fabis<[email protected]> wrote: >> > >> >> I have connections with Syston too with the North side of my family, If >> >> I remember correctly David North ran a pub in the village. Pubs seem >> to >> >> run in the family on both my mum's side and also my dad's >> >> >> >> >> >> Margaret >> >> >> >> >> >> On 15/02/2012 17:48, [email protected] wrote: >> >>> There seems to be strong Queniborough lobby on the list. Anyone from >> Syston >> >>> still subscribing? I spent the first, very impressionable half of my >> >>> childhood there, and the second half in Newtown Linford. Chalk and >> cheese, >> >>> those two villages. >> >>> >> >>> Syston sounds (and smells) : - >> >>> >> >>> A Sunday morning 'procession'. You could hear the band heading with >> its >> >>> banners and bigwigs down High Street towards the Church in good >> enough time >> >>> to dash out and march beside it along with Coco, the ginger mongrel >> from >> >>> Bath Street, and his piebald chum, Jacko, who'd jump up and bite the >> large >> >>> wholemeal I'd been sent to collect from Barnacles on the Green. >> >>> >> >>> The Church clock striking backwards, or so we were told. (And its >> Vicar, the >> >>> Reverend Haddlesey, who hatched, matched and despatched so many of >> us, would >> >>> sit backwards on his bike and ride it just like that all the way to >> the top >> >>> of Bath Street.) >> >>> >> >>> The moan of the stink lorry as it headed for the houses with outside >> lavvies >> >>> in the back yards (only the Very Prim called them 'toilets' in those >> days) >> >>> to empty the buckets; and the snap of windows closing on its >> malodorous >> >>> approach. >> >>> >> >>> The clop of hooves and the shout : "Rag Bone ...... Any old Rag >> Bone....?" >> >>> >> >>> The sluggish shunting of steam engines on hot summer evenings and the >> >>> wondrous smell of hot pennies that we'd left on the line to be >> squashed by >> >>> the down train. >> >>> >> >>> Six-pennourth of chips in newspaper from Dodwells. What heaven ! >> >>> >> >>> Jill >> >>> >> >>> >> >>> >> >>> >> >>> >> >>> >> >>> >> >>> >> >>> ------------------------------- >> >>> To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to >> [email protected] with the word 'unsubscribe' >> without the quotes in the subject and the body of the message >> >>> >> >>> >> >>> ----- >> >>> No virus found in this message. >> >>> Checked by AVG - www.avg.com >> >>> Version: 2012.0.1913 / Virus Database: 2112/4810 - Release Date: >> 02/14/12 >> >>> >> >>> >> >> >> >> ------------------------------- >> >> To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to >> [email protected] with the word 'unsubscribe' >> without the quotes in the subject and the body of the message >> > >> > ------------------------------- >> > To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to >> [email protected] with the word 'unsubscribe' >> without the quotes in the subject and the body of the message >> > >> > >> > ----- >> > No virus found in this message. >> > Checked by AVG - www.avg.com >> > Version: 2012.0.1913 / Virus Database: 2112/4811 - Release Date: >> 02/15/12 >> > >> > >> >> >> ------------------------------- >> To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to >> [email protected] with the word 'unsubscribe' >> without the quotes in the subject and the body of the message >> > >

Hi Margaret I seem to recall her surname was Cook, can't remember the first name. One of my great-great etc etc Grandads lived with her - he, as with that entire direct line, was somewhat imaginatively called John Martin.. He was a young lad and it looked like his parents had died. When he was living with her she was a teacher but I vaguely remember finding her earlier running what I *think* is now the Midland pub. I think it was then called the Railway? Unfortunately i've not got access to the censuses etc any more to double check my info and I hadn't finished researching that bit properly so it's not in my GenesReunited tree. Really must get an external hard drive and collate all my research! Emma On 16 February 2012 08:11, fabis <[email protected]> wrote: > Interesting Emma, what was they name? > > Margaret > > > On 15/02/2012 18:57, Emma Faulkner wrote: > > Margaret, by coincidence one of my ancestors ran/worked in the Midland > pub in Syston :-) > > > > Sent from my mobile device, please excuse lack of formatting. > > > > On 15 Feb 2012, at 18:54, fabis<[email protected]> wrote: > > > >> I have connections with Syston too with the North side of my family, If > >> I remember correctly David North ran a pub in the village. Pubs seem to > >> run in the family on both my mum's side and also my dad's > >> > >> > >> Margaret > >> > >> > >> On 15/02/2012 17:48, [email protected] wrote: > >>> There seems to be strong Queniborough lobby on the list. Anyone from > Syston > >>> still subscribing? I spent the first, very impressionable half of my > >>> childhood there, and the second half in Newtown Linford. Chalk and > cheese, > >>> those two villages. > >>> > >>> Syston sounds (and smells) : - > >>> > >>> A Sunday morning 'procession'. You could hear the band heading with its > >>> banners and bigwigs down High Street towards the Church in good enough > time > >>> to dash out and march beside it along with Coco, the ginger mongrel > from > >>> Bath Street, and his piebald chum, Jacko, who'd jump up and bite the > large > >>> wholemeal I'd been sent to collect from Barnacles on the Green. > >>> > >>> The Church clock striking backwards, or so we were told. (And its > Vicar, the > >>> Reverend Haddlesey, who hatched, matched and despatched so many of us, > would > >>> sit backwards on his bike and ride it just like that all the way to > the top > >>> of Bath Street.) > >>> > >>> The moan of the stink lorry as it headed for the houses with outside > lavvies > >>> in the back yards (only the Very Prim called them 'toilets' in those > days) > >>> to empty the buckets; and the snap of windows closing on its malodorous > >>> approach. > >>> > >>> The clop of hooves and the shout : "Rag Bone ...... Any old Rag > Bone....?" > >>> > >>> The sluggish shunting of steam engines on hot summer evenings and the > >>> wondrous smell of hot pennies that we'd left on the line to be > squashed by > >>> the down train. > >>> > >>> Six-pennourth of chips in newspaper from Dodwells. What heaven ! > >>> > >>> Jill > >>> > >>> > >>> > >>> > >>> > >>> > >>> > >>> > >>> ------------------------------- > >>> To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to > [email protected] with the word 'unsubscribe' > without the quotes in the subject and the body of the message > >>> > >>> > >>> ----- > >>> No virus found in this message. > >>> Checked by AVG - www.avg.com > >>> Version: 2012.0.1913 / Virus Database: 2112/4810 - Release Date: > 02/14/12 > >>> > >>> > >> > >> ------------------------------- > >> To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to > [email protected] with the word 'unsubscribe' > without the quotes in the subject and the body of the message > > > > ------------------------------- > > To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to > [email protected] with the word 'unsubscribe' > without the quotes in the subject and the body of the message > > > > > > ----- > > No virus found in this message. > > Checked by AVG - www.avg.com > > Version: 2012.0.1913 / Virus Database: 2112/4811 - Release Date: 02/15/12 > > > > > > > ------------------------------- > To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to > [email protected] with the word 'unsubscribe' > without the quotes in the subject and the body of the message >

Interesting Emma, what was they name? Margaret On 15/02/2012 18:57, Emma Faulkner wrote: > Margaret, by coincidence one of my ancestors ran/worked in the Midland pub in Syston :-) > > Sent from my mobile device, please excuse lack of formatting. > > On 15 Feb 2012, at 18:54, fabis<[email protected]> wrote: > >> I have connections with Syston too with the North side of my family, If >> I remember correctly David North ran a pub in the village. Pubs seem to >> run in the family on both my mum's side and also my dad's >> >> >> Margaret >> >> >> On 15/02/2012 17:48, [email protected] wrote: >>> There seems to be strong Queniborough lobby on the list. Anyone from Syston >>> still subscribing? I spent the first, very impressionable half of my >>> childhood there, and the second half in Newtown Linford. Chalk and cheese, >>> those two villages. >>> >>> Syston sounds (and smells) : - >>> >>> A Sunday morning 'procession'. You could hear the band heading with its >>> banners and bigwigs down High Street towards the Church in good enough time >>> to dash out and march beside it along with Coco, the ginger mongrel from >>> Bath Street, and his piebald chum, Jacko, who'd jump up and bite the large >>> wholemeal I'd been sent to collect from Barnacles on the Green. >>> >>> The Church clock striking backwards, or so we were told. (And its Vicar, the >>> Reverend Haddlesey, who hatched, matched and despatched so many of us, would >>> sit backwards on his bike and ride it just like that all the way to the top >>> of Bath Street.) >>> >>> The moan of the stink lorry as it headed for the houses with outside lavvies >>> in the back yards (only the Very Prim called them 'toilets' in those days) >>> to empty the buckets; and the snap of windows closing on its malodorous >>> approach. >>> >>> The clop of hooves and the shout : "Rag Bone ...... Any old Rag Bone....?" >>> >>> The sluggish shunting of steam engines on hot summer evenings and the >>> wondrous smell of hot pennies that we'd left on the line to be squashed by >>> the down train. >>> >>> Six-pennourth of chips in newspaper from Dodwells. What heaven ! >>> >>> Jill >>> >>> >>> >>> >>> >>> >>> >>> >>> ------------------------------- >>> To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to [email protected] with the word 'unsubscribe' without the quotes in the subject and the body of the message >>> >>> >>> ----- >>> No virus found in this message. >>> Checked by AVG - www.avg.com >>> Version: 2012.0.1913 / Virus Database: 2112/4810 - Release Date: 02/14/12 >>> >>> >> >> ------------------------------- >> To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to [email protected] with the word 'unsubscribe' without the quotes in the subject and the body of the message > > ------------------------------- > To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to [email protected] with the word 'unsubscribe' without the quotes in the subject and the body of the message > > > ----- > No virus found in this message. > Checked by AVG - www.avg.com > Version: 2012.0.1913 / Virus Database: 2112/4811 - Release Date: 02/15/12 > >

Now that I remember! Next to de la Rue's jewellers - both on Melton Road if I'm not mistaken (unless Dodwells was the one down near the market square). I was a member of the 1st Syston (10th Leicester) Cubs then scouts for several years and specifically remember 3 things Armistice Day parades (so cold I wore 2 pairs of shorts and at least 2 layers under the uniform shirt or jumper), Easter and August camps and of course the Gang Show in the Oxford Street hall (was still there when we visited in 2010). Was anyone entertained by me & my contemporaries in about 1961 to 1966? Peter Holmes Western Australia. Skype ; p.g.holmes [HOLMES (Witham on the Hill, Manthorpe, Spalding, Pinchbeck, Donington then Leicestershire)]. [DAVISON (Spalding, Donington, Ingoldmells, Skegness)]. [CRAGG (Lincolnshire, Leicestershire & Nottinghamshire)] [FREER (Leicestershire)]. [RYLOTT & WITHERINGTON (Anwick, N & S Kyme, N & S Rauceby, Surfleet, Gosberton Clough etc., Spalding)] [RYLOTT (Ontario Canada & some in New York & Florida USA)] Villages are in Lincolnshire unless stated. PLUS 4 DUTCH surname lines - from Rotterdam area (in Dutch). -----Original Message----- From: [email protected] [mailto:[email protected]] On Behalf Of [email protected] Sent: Thursday, 16 February 2012 1:48 AM To: [email protected] Subject: Re: [LEI] Memories Six-pennourth of chips in newspaper from Dodwells. What heaven !

Oh Graham.    I was just about to go to bed & then your e-mail appears just as I was shutting-down for the night. I for one am certainly not offended & I read your words & I felt for that young boy, but what a man he turned out to be.    To be able to look back on your childhood & obvious hardships your family had to face cannot be easy , but it sounds as if you did eventually have happier days & their memories.  I can share your memories coming out from the 'flicks'.   I loved the cowboy & indian films & I rode a horse all the way home firing my Colt 45 at anything & everything.   I remember Flash Gordon as if it was yesterday.   So thank you for sharing your memories with us.   June Fleetwood West Yorkshire   From: Graham Jennings <[email protected]> To: [email protected] Sent: Wednesday, 15 February 2012, 23:19 Subject: [LEI] Memories With my tongue firmly in my cheek and in the best style of Monty Python . You country softies with your fancy fields and  fancy fresh air !!!! I  was born in the inner city and the only time we saw fields and cows  were  when we went on the Pool rd. working men's club treat to Drayton Manor Park Once a year. We did see horses pulling the milk carts and rag and bone wagons so we were not totally  starved of large animal presence Equally we knew what came out of them as  two of our neighbours  used to race to be the first to the fertiliser provided by our equine friends for their roses. Our nearest Piece of green  was fosse recreation ground ,the running of which was jealously guarded  by the ”parky “.If he caught you climbing the fence instead of using the gate he would  ban you  and tell you to come back tomorrow  .We just went round to the furthest entrance and went in anyway ,he wouldn’t have recognised us as we all looked the same,Scruffy! It wasn’t until I was 10 that I found out cricket was played with two sets of wickets and two  bats not  a coat draped across a stick and a bat carved out a floorboard  by my dad .Refreshment was a single tap just by the swings but it was free and if your mum have given you some jam sandwiches then it was alfresco dining . Entertainment on a Saturday afternoon was down to the Fosse flicks  for 7d  after which we would all spill out of the cinema and act out whatever we had just seen  , okay if it was Flash Gordon , Zorro  or an Audie Murphy  film but not so good if it was a soppy film because then you couldn’t tie your coat around your neck, pretend it was a cape and  make gun sounds. To go some  where really exotic we would tell mum we were off to the Fosse Park but go to Abbey park instead to catch sticklebacks , She never did ask where the fish had come from. I joined the 32nd scouts  in 1961 and  it opened up a whole new world ,learnt how to cook , look after myself and most of all fell in love with the Vale of Belvoir. Although it was only 5 days camping It was the first holiday myself and other boys had ever been on. Sogoing back to my first comment about  your fancy fields and fancy  fresh air it was meant in the best possible taste hope i have not offended anyone . ------------------------------- To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to [email protected] with the word 'unsubscribe' without the quotes in the subject and the body of the message

With my tongue firmly in my cheek and in the best style of Monty Python . You country softies with your fancy fields and fancy fresh air !!!! I was born in the inner city and the only time we saw fields and cows were when we went on the Pool rd. working men's club treat to Drayton Manor Park Once a year. We did see horses pulling the milk carts and rag and bone wagons so we were not totally starved of large animal presence Equally we knew what came out of them as two of our neighbours used to race to be the first to the fertiliser provided by our equine friends for their roses. Our nearest Piece of green was fosse recreation ground ,the running of which was jealously guarded by the ”parky “.If he caught you climbing the fence instead of using the gate he would ban you and tell you to come back tomorrow .We just went round to the furthest entrance and went in anyway ,he wouldn’t have recognised us as we all looked the same,Scruffy! It wasn’t until I was 10 that I found out cricket was played with two sets of wickets and two bats not a coat draped across a stick and a bat carved out a floorboard by my dad .Refreshment was a single tap just by the swings but it was free and if your mum have given you some jam sandwiches then it was alfresco dining . Entertainment on a Saturday afternoon was down to the Fosse flicks for 7d after which we would all spill out of the cinema and act out whatever we had just seen , okay if it was Flash Gordon , Zorro or an Audie Murphy film but not so good if it was a soppy film because then you couldn’t tie your coat around your neck, pretend it was a cape and make gun sounds. To go some where really exotic we would tell mum we were off to the Fosse Park but go to Abbey park instead to catch sticklebacks , She never did ask where the fish had come from. I joined the 32nd scouts in 1961 and it opened up a whole new world ,learnt how to cook , look after myself and most of all fell in love with the Vale of Belvoir. Although it was only 5 days camping It was the first holiday myself and other boys had ever been on. Sogoing back to my first comment about your fancy fields and fancy fresh air it was meant in the best possible taste hope i have not offended anyone .

Hi I remember sometime in forties traveling with my mother from Settle in Yorkshire to Portsmouth, that when the train came into Leicester my mother leaning out the window, and suddenly she was handing a couple of rabbits and a chicken to a woman on the station. Found out later the "lady" was my aunt . The forties were a time when everything was rationed even coal. regards Terry > Date: Wed, 15 Feb 2012 18:54:19 +0000 > From: [email protected] > To: [email protected] > Subject: Re: [LEI] Memories > > I have connections with Syston too with the North side of my family, If > I remember correctly David North ran a pub in the village. Pubs seem to > run in the family on both my mum's side and also my dad's > > > Margaret > > > On 15/02/2012 17:48, [email protected] wrote: > > There seems to be strong Queniborough lobby on the list. Anyone from Syston > > still subscribing? I spent the first, very impressionable half of my > > childhood there, and the second half in Newtown Linford. Chalk and cheese, > > those two villages. > > > > Syston sounds (and smells) : - > > > > A Sunday morning 'procession'. You could hear the band heading with its > > banners and bigwigs down High Street towards the Church in good enough time > > to dash out and march beside it along with Coco, the ginger mongrel from > > Bath Street, and his piebald chum, Jacko, who'd jump up and bite the large > > wholemeal I'd been sent to collect from Barnacles on the Green. > > > > The Church clock striking backwards, or so we were told. (And its Vicar, the > > Reverend Haddlesey, who hatched, matched and despatched so many of us, would > > sit backwards on his bike and ride it just like that all the way to the top > > of Bath Street.) > > > > The moan of the stink lorry as it headed for the houses with outside lavvies > > in the back yards (only the Very Prim called them 'toilets' in those days) > > to empty the buckets; and the snap of windows closing on its malodorous > > approach. > > > > The clop of hooves and the shout : "Rag Bone ...... Any old Rag Bone....?" > > > > The sluggish shunting of steam engines on hot summer evenings and the > > wondrous smell of hot pennies that we'd left on the line to be squashed by > > the down train. > > > > Six-pennourth of chips in newspaper from Dodwells. What heaven ! > > > > Jill > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > ------------------------------- > > To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to [email protected] with the word 'unsubscribe' without the quotes in the subject and the body of the message > > > > > > ----- > > No virus found in this message. > > Checked by AVG - www.avg.com > > Version: 2012.0.1913 / Virus Database: 2112/4810 - Release Date: 02/14/12 > > > > > > > ------------------------------- > To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to [email protected] with the word 'unsubscribe' without the quotes in the subject and the body of the message

I was born and lived in Rearsby until marriage in 1954. In our teens we would walk to Syston on Saturday evenings looking for girls - anyone remember the "Flatten" and the railway bridge?? The words referred to in the many posts were well known to us outside the City and in fact most were common in southern Nottinghamshire. Following on Margaret's post, after the war I would sometimes have a pint or two in the Bell (long gone) where the tenant was a North - I can't recall his first name. The Cinema manager always seemed to ensure that the programme finished in time for those who wished (including himself) could get a drink before the pubs closed at 10pm (as they did then) and this was the nearest. I have lived in Syston since 1971 - almost unrecognisable from those days and now called a town with a Town Council. Dennis On 15/02/2012 18:54, fabis wrote: > I have connections with Syston too with the North side of my family, If > I remember correctly David North ran a pub in the village. Pubs seem to > run in the family on both my mum's side and also my dad's > > > Margaret > >

June, I might be able to help. I often collect a thread and put it all into one email, which can get quite long, as this one is doing. I can forward it to you when the discussion stops - although I think all we "oldies" and expatriates really enjoy it and never want it to stop! My Hubbie, John especially, loves Leicester things and, apart from following Leicester City football on the net, he has pictures of Leicester and maps of Leics. on his bedroom wall - also old photos of the football team sent by our daughter who lives in England (in the south, wouldn't mess about in Leics. and Lincs.!). John's going to love all this nostalgia when I show it to him! I tend to just put the emails as they come in, working upwards so that the most recent is at the top, but you might want to edit it in some other form. Then again, you might prefer to create your own document from the archives. Cheers Jan Marchant in now sunny Nowra, NSW, Australia ----- Original Message ----- From: "J FLEETWOOD" <[email protected]> To: <[email protected]> Sent: Wednesday, February 15, 2012 9:20 AM Subject: Re: [LEI] All these memories > Right/ Now I made the suggestion about collecting all these threads > together, as before. Perhaps I could do it again, but I will need help. As > I said previously, I have deleted most of the threads as they came in, so > where can I collect them all from? This time the threads have covered a > much wider area & such a lot of very special memories have been remembered > by us all. If I can collect all the e-mails, I would be willing to edit > them & to prepare an article for publishing to Genuki or a Leicester Page > on Rootsweb as suggested. So, please help................ > June Fleetwood > West Yorkshire. > > From: Peter HOLMES <[email protected]> > To: [email protected] > Sent: Tuesday, 14 February 2012, 21:55 > Subject: [LEI] All these memories > > It's amazing that all of these memories of dialect, shop names and > products > has created such a series of threads! > > > > Regretfully I do not have the time to do so but if someone edited & > collated > it all to a single document it would make a great segment in the > Rootsweb/Genuki (??) Leicestershire page perhaps? > > > > Peter Holmes > > Western Australia. Skype ; p.g.holmes > > [HOLMES (Witham on the Hill, Manthorpe, Spalding, Pinchbeck, Donington > then > Leicestershire)]. [DAVISON (Spalding, Donington, Ingoldmells, Skegness)]. > [CRAGG (Lincolnshire, Leicestershire & Nottinghamshire)] [FREER > (Leicestershire)]. [RYLOTT & WITHERINGTON (Anwick, N & S Kyme, N & S > Rauceby, Surfleet, Gosberton Clough etc., Spalding)] [RYLOTT (Ontario > Canada > & some in New York & Florida USA)] Villages are in Lincolnshire unless > stated. PLUS 4 DUTCH surname lines - from Rotterdam area (in Dutch). > > > > > ------------------------------- > To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to > [email protected] with the word 'unsubscribe' > without the quotes in the subject and the body of the message > > ------------------------------- > To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to > [email protected] with the word 'unsubscribe' > without the quotes in the subject and the body of the message > > > > ----- > No virus found in this message. > Checked by AVG - www.avg.com > Version: 2012.0.1913 / Virus Database: 2112/4810 - Release Date: 02/14/12 >

Margaret, by coincidence one of my ancestors ran/worked in the Midland pub in Syston :-) Sent from my mobile device, please excuse lack of formatting. On 15 Feb 2012, at 18:54, fabis <[email protected]> wrote: > I have connections with Syston too with the North side of my family, If > I remember correctly David North ran a pub in the village. Pubs seem to > run in the family on both my mum's side and also my dad's > > > Margaret > > > On 15/02/2012 17:48, [email protected] wrote: >> There seems to be strong Queniborough lobby on the list. Anyone from Syston >> still subscribing? I spent the first, very impressionable half of my >> childhood there, and the second half in Newtown Linford. Chalk and cheese, >> those two villages. >> >> Syston sounds (and smells) : - >> >> A Sunday morning 'procession'. You could hear the band heading with its >> banners and bigwigs down High Street towards the Church in good enough time >> to dash out and march beside it along with Coco, the ginger mongrel from >> Bath Street, and his piebald chum, Jacko, who'd jump up and bite the large >> wholemeal I'd been sent to collect from Barnacles on the Green. >> >> The Church clock striking backwards, or so we were told. (And its Vicar, the >> Reverend Haddlesey, who hatched, matched and despatched so many of us, would >> sit backwards on his bike and ride it just like that all the way to the top >> of Bath Street.) >> >> The moan of the stink lorry as it headed for the houses with outside lavvies >> in the back yards (only the Very Prim called them 'toilets' in those days) >> to empty the buckets; and the snap of windows closing on its malodorous >> approach. >> >> The clop of hooves and the shout : "Rag Bone ...... Any old Rag Bone....?" >> >> The sluggish shunting of steam engines on hot summer evenings and the >> wondrous smell of hot pennies that we'd left on the line to be squashed by >> the down train. >> >> Six-pennourth of chips in newspaper from Dodwells. What heaven ! >> >> Jill >> >> >> >> >> >> >> >> >> ------------------------------- >> To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to [email protected] with the word 'unsubscribe' without the quotes in the subject and the body of the message >> >> >> ----- >> No virus found in this message. >> Checked by AVG - www.avg.com >> Version: 2012.0.1913 / Virus Database: 2112/4810 - Release Date: 02/14/12 >> >> > > > ------------------------------- > To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to [email protected] with the word 'unsubscribe' without the quotes in the subject and the body of the message

Not from Syston but a whole branch of my family were from Thurmaston & Syston. And obviously things like play scheme, the main library, the big shops and most importantly the chippy were all there! I only escaped Wreake Valley (or Roundhill) school by emigrating just in time... Sent from my mobile device, please excuse lack of formatting. On 15 Feb 2012, at 17:48, <[email protected]> wrote: > There seems to be strong Queniborough lobby on the list. Anyone from Syston > still subscribing? I spent the first, very impressionable half of my > childhood there, and the second half in Newtown Linford. Chalk and cheese, > those two villages. > > Syston sounds (and smells) : - > > A Sunday morning 'procession'. You could hear the band heading with its > banners and bigwigs down High Street towards the Church in good enough time > to dash out and march beside it along with Coco, the ginger mongrel from > Bath Street, and his piebald chum, Jacko, who'd jump up and bite the large > wholemeal I'd been sent to collect from Barnacles on the Green. > > The Church clock striking backwards, or so we were told. (And its Vicar, the > Reverend Haddlesey, who hatched, matched and despatched so many of us, would > sit backwards on his bike and ride it just like that all the way to the top > of Bath Street.) > > The moan of the stink lorry as it headed for the houses with outside lavvies > in the back yards (only the Very Prim called them 'toilets' in those days) > to empty the buckets; and the snap of windows closing on its malodorous > approach. > > The clop of hooves and the shout : "Rag Bone ...... Any old Rag Bone....?" > > The sluggish shunting of steam engines on hot summer evenings and the > wondrous smell of hot pennies that we'd left on the line to be squashed by > the down train. > > Six-pennourth of chips in newspaper from Dodwells. What heaven ! > > Jill > > > > > > > > > ------------------------------- > To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to [email protected] with the word 'unsubscribe' without the quotes in the subject and the body of the message

I have connections with Syston too with the North side of my family, If I remember correctly David North ran a pub in the village. Pubs seem to run in the family on both my mum's side and also my dad's Margaret On 15/02/2012 17:48, [email protected] wrote: > There seems to be strong Queniborough lobby on the list. Anyone from Syston > still subscribing? I spent the first, very impressionable half of my > childhood there, and the second half in Newtown Linford. Chalk and cheese, > those two villages. > > Syston sounds (and smells) : - > > A Sunday morning 'procession'. You could hear the band heading with its > banners and bigwigs down High Street towards the Church in good enough time > to dash out and march beside it along with Coco, the ginger mongrel from > Bath Street, and his piebald chum, Jacko, who'd jump up and bite the large > wholemeal I'd been sent to collect from Barnacles on the Green. > > The Church clock striking backwards, or so we were told. (And its Vicar, the > Reverend Haddlesey, who hatched, matched and despatched so many of us, would > sit backwards on his bike and ride it just like that all the way to the top > of Bath Street.) > > The moan of the stink lorry as it headed for the houses with outside lavvies > in the back yards (only the Very Prim called them 'toilets' in those days) > to empty the buckets; and the snap of windows closing on its malodorous > approach. > > The clop of hooves and the shout : "Rag Bone ...... Any old Rag Bone....?" > > The sluggish shunting of steam engines on hot summer evenings and the > wondrous smell of hot pennies that we'd left on the line to be squashed by > the down train. > > Six-pennourth of chips in newspaper from Dodwells. What heaven ! > > Jill > > > > > > > > > ------------------------------- > To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to [email protected] with the word 'unsubscribe' without the quotes in the subject and the body of the message > > > ----- > No virus found in this message. > Checked by AVG - www.avg.com > Version: 2012.0.1913 / Virus Database: 2112/4810 - Release Date: 02/14/12 > >

Totally agree Nivard - my better half is from Notts/S Yorks border & didn't know the word before coming to Leicestershire! It's moved about a bit in the last few years though. Sent from my mobile device, please excuse lack of formatting. On 15 Feb 2012, at 17:49, "Nivard Ovington" <[email protected]> wrote: > > Coincidentally, this afternoon on the radio a Sheffield lady mentioned "mardy" as being a "good old > northern term" > > Hmmm... having said it before many who looked at me sideways until I explained what it meant I would > have to cast doubt on that > > Midlanders seem to be the only ones who knew what it meant > > Nivard Ovington in Cornwall (UK) > > > > > ------------------------------- > To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to [email protected] with the word 'unsubscribe' without the quotes in the subject and the body of the message

Coincidentally, this afternoon on the radio a Sheffield lady mentioned "mardy" as being a "good old northern term" Hmmm... having said it before many who looked at me sideways until I explained what it meant I would have to cast doubt on that Midlanders seem to be the only ones who knew what it meant Nivard Ovington in Cornwall (UK)

There seems to be strong Queniborough lobby on the list. Anyone from Syston still subscribing? I spent the first, very impressionable half of my childhood there, and the second half in Newtown Linford. Chalk and cheese, those two villages. Syston sounds (and smells) : - A Sunday morning 'procession'. You could hear the band heading with its banners and bigwigs down High Street towards the Church in good enough time to dash out and march beside it along with Coco, the ginger mongrel from Bath Street, and his piebald chum, Jacko, who'd jump up and bite the large wholemeal I'd been sent to collect from Barnacles on the Green. The Church clock striking backwards, or so we were told. (And its Vicar, the Reverend Haddlesey, who hatched, matched and despatched so many of us, would sit backwards on his bike and ride it just like that all the way to the top of Bath Street.) The moan of the stink lorry as it headed for the houses with outside lavvies in the back yards (only the Very Prim called them 'toilets' in those days) to empty the buckets; and the snap of windows closing on its malodorous approach. The clop of hooves and the shout : "Rag Bone ...... Any old Rag Bone....?" The sluggish shunting of steam engines on hot summer evenings and the wondrous smell of hot pennies that we'd left on the line to be squashed by the down train. Six-pennourth of chips in newspaper from Dodwells. What heaven ! Jill

I kind of think that, for listers who've never been here, reading our memories gives some context. Certainly reading about Leicester & Queni in the 50s & 60s helps to give me an image of where my mum lived & worked - I don't get much opportunity to ask her about it at the moment. Sent from my mobile device, please excuse lack of formatting. On 15 Feb 2012, at 17:21, <[email protected]> wrote: > Well Donald, you raise a number of issues here. > > I know what you mean about what we are to do with family material when, once > the subject's raised, the glaze comes over the eyes of children and > grandchildren. If it isn't clear (that is, if no relative has asked for it), > then there are 3 basic options (discounting the dustbin) : you could > organise and offer it to a local record office or family history society > where, I'm sure, items such as theatre programmes would be very welcome; or > you could bequeath it specifically to the child or grandchild that you feel > might come to appreciate it - or at least look after it ; or you could leave > it to fall randomly into whichever hands catch your possessions when you go. > It's astonishing how many of us begin to examine our place in the continuum > and embark on research once a few letters, photos or mementos have fallen to > us after a death in the family. You might even find that the youngest, > geographically most distant descendant is the very one whose interest is > most enthusiastically sparked. Basically, we have very little control over > all that. > > I do remember the pork pie conversation (was it really 8 years ago?!) > because I recollect expressing strong feelings which I still have about > Proper Melton Mowbray pies! Do you feel that we shouldn't chew over old > memories on a genealogy mailing list? I don't think it matters much, > provided it doesn't go on for too long and trust we'd all agree. As has been > asked oh-so-many times on these mailing lists : what are dates and names > without stories and flavours? And delete buttons are literally to hand if > it all gets too much. > > I'd like to mention a few more memories but will send them in another > message. > > Jill > > -----Original Message----- > From: [email protected] > [mailto:[email protected]] On Behalf Of Donald Hurd > Sent: 15 February 2012 16:23 > To: [email protected] > Subject: [LEI] Memories > > > > I have followed the recent threads with great interest. I am a Leicester > expatriate having lived in Canada since 1968. I was born and grew up in the > North Evington district of Leicester. Went to Medway Street and City Boys. I > share many of the memories especially those about Gallowtree Gate and the > Market. I have accumulated a large amount of mementoes, photos and later > movies and videos, much of it with a Leicester content. I am trying to weed > out and organise this collection so that it might be more interesting to my > family after I am gone. However my children were born in London and grew up > here and my grandchildren were born here. They have no connection with and > little interest in old Leicester. (My oldest granddaughter has emigrated to > Australia so her children if any will have even less connection to my roots > !) I am wondering if anybody could suggest a way of dealing with this > material. My paper mementoes go back to the early 20th century and include > old letterheads! > and bills and programmes of concerts and competitive music festivals where > my mother sang, although a large part is more personal - letters , cards > etc. I also have a photo of the last tram outside City Boys School. > > In 2004 this list had a spell of Christmas reminiscences in which posted I a > couple of times about mince pies and pork pie. This provoked some discussion > about whether a genealogy site should devote time to memories. > > A little while back somebody asked what businesses were on the west side of > Gallowtree Gate. The directories in the Historical Directories website only > go up to about 1919. I wonder of the Leicester Libraries have later > directories and if somebody on the spot could have a look. > > Before I stop, some of my favourite memories - trainspotting on Swain Street > Bridge and the adjacent "Jitty"; The air raid shelters on Chesterfield Road; > A sign "Land Mine" on Gartree Road or somewhere near, guarded by a policeman > (I thought it meant that this was his land); a POW camp on ?Shady Lane; > trams on East Park Road; Bradgate Park and Old John; Allens buses grinding > up Mowacre Hill; and of course the market - especially a man selling > crockery with an impossible display precariously balanced on his arm. > > My main genealogical lines that have Leicestershire roots - Cort (Market > Harborough); Scott (Markfield); Wale; Poynor; Cartwright; Lee. > My Hurd line goes back to Norfolk. > > Regards > > Don Hurd, St John's, Newfoundland, Canada. > > > ------------------------------- > To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to > [email protected] with the word 'unsubscribe' without > the quotes in the subject and the body of the message > > > ------------------------------- > To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to [email protected] with the word 'unsubscribe' without the quotes in the subject and the body of the message

Well Donald, you raise a number of issues here. I know what you mean about what we are to do with family material when, once the subject's raised, the glaze comes over the eyes of children and grandchildren. If it isn't clear (that is, if no relative has asked for it), then there are 3 basic options (discounting the dustbin) : you could organise and offer it to a local record office or family history society where, I'm sure, items such as theatre programmes would be very welcome; or you could bequeath it specifically to the child or grandchild that you feel might come to appreciate it - or at least look after it ; or you could leave it to fall randomly into whichever hands catch your possessions when you go. It's astonishing how many of us begin to examine our place in the continuum and embark on research once a few letters, photos or mementos have fallen to us after a death in the family. You might even find that the youngest, geographically most distant descendant is the very one whose interest is most enthusiastically sparked. Basically, we have very little control over all that. I do remember the pork pie conversation (was it really 8 years ago?!) because I recollect expressing strong feelings which I still have about Proper Melton Mowbray pies! Do you feel that we shouldn't chew over old memories on a genealogy mailing list? I don't think it matters much, provided it doesn't go on for too long and trust we'd all agree. As has been asked oh-so-many times on these mailing lists : what are dates and names without stories and flavours? And delete buttons are literally to hand if it all gets too much. I'd like to mention a few more memories but will send them in another message. Jill -----Original Message----- From: [email protected] [mailto:[email protected]] On Behalf Of Donald Hurd Sent: 15 February 2012 16:23 To: [email protected] Subject: [LEI] Memories I have followed the recent threads with great interest. I am a Leicester expatriate having lived in Canada since 1968. I was born and grew up in the North Evington district of Leicester. Went to Medway Street and City Boys. I share many of the memories especially those about Gallowtree Gate and the Market. I have accumulated a large amount of mementoes, photos and later movies and videos, much of it with a Leicester content. I am trying to weed out and organise this collection so that it might be more interesting to my family after I am gone. However my children were born in London and grew up here and my grandchildren were born here. They have no connection with and little interest in old Leicester. (My oldest granddaughter has emigrated to Australia so her children if any will have even less connection to my roots !) I am wondering if anybody could suggest a way of dealing with this material. My paper mementoes go back to the early 20th century and include old letterheads! and bills and programmes of concerts and competitive music festivals where my mother sang, although a large part is more personal - letters , cards etc. I also have a photo of the last tram outside City Boys School. In 2004 this list had a spell of Christmas reminiscences in which posted I a couple of times about mince pies and pork pie. This provoked some discussion about whether a genealogy site should devote time to memories. A little while back somebody asked what businesses were on the west side of Gallowtree Gate. The directories in the Historical Directories website only go up to about 1919. I wonder of the Leicester Libraries have later directories and if somebody on the spot could have a look. Before I stop, some of my favourite memories - trainspotting on Swain Street Bridge and the adjacent "Jitty"; The air raid shelters on Chesterfield Road; A sign "Land Mine" on Gartree Road or somewhere near, guarded by a policeman (I thought it meant that this was his land); a POW camp on ?Shady Lane; trams on East Park Road; Bradgate Park and Old John; Allens buses grinding up Mowacre Hill; and of course the market - especially a man selling crockery with an impossible display precariously balanced on his arm. My main genealogical lines that have Leicestershire roots - Cort (Market Harborough); Scott (Markfield); Wale; Poynor; Cartwright; Lee. My Hurd line goes back to Norfolk. Regards Don Hurd, St John's, Newfoundland, Canada. ------------------------------- To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to [email protected] with the word 'unsubscribe' without the quotes in the subject and the body of the message

As one of those Listers who has never been there, am enjoying every word. Wish a few other Lists where my Ancestors came from would do the same, (Hartlepool - Durham Co & Huddersfield - W. Yorkshire) Thanks for the memories. Ellen

I have followed the recent threads with great interest. I am a Leicester expatriate having lived in Canada since 1968. I was born and grew up in the North Evington district of Leicester. Went to Medway Street and City Boys. I share many of the memories especially those about Gallowtree Gate and the Market. I have accumulated a large amount of mementoes, photos and later movies and videos, much of it with a Leicester content. I am trying to weed out and organise this collection so that it might be more interesting to my family after I am gone. However my children were born in London and grew up here and my grandchildren were born here. They have no connection with and little interest in old Leicester. (My oldest granddaughter has emigrated to Australia so her children if any will have even less connection to my roots !) I am wondering if anybody could suggest a way of dealing with this material. My paper mementoes go back to the early 20th century and include old letterheads and bills and programmes of concerts and competitive music festivals where my mother sang, although a large part is more personal - letters , cards etc. I also have a photo of the last tram outside City Boys School. In 2004 this list had a spell of Christmas reminiscences in which posted I a couple of times about mince pies and pork pie. This provoked some discussion about whether a genealogy site should devote time to memories. A little while back somebody asked what businesses were on the west side of Gallowtree Gate. The directories in the Historical Directories website only go up to about 1919. I wonder of the Leicester Libraries have later directories and if somebody on the spot could have a look. Before I stop, some of my favourite memories - trainspotting on Swain Street Bridge and the adjacent "Jitty"; The air raid shelters on Chesterfield Road; A sign "Land Mine" on Gartree Road or somewhere near, guarded by a policeman (I thought it meant that this was his land); a POW camp on ?Shady Lane; trams on East Park Road; Bradgate Park and Old John; Allens buses grinding up Mowacre Hill; and of course the market - especially a man selling crockery with an impossible display precariously balanced on his arm. My main genealogical lines that have Leicestershire roots - Cort (Market Harborough); Scott (Markfield); Wale; Poynor; Cartwright; Lee. My Hurd line goes back to Norfolk. Regards Don Hurd, St John's, Newfoundland, Canada.