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