Anyone remember the Jewish brother and sister that used to walk around with loads of coats on? Story was they'd survived Auschwitz and had the tattoos. Spoke to the lady a few times and helped her carry her shopping, and she was a lovely woman.
My home street for some years 21st ave Went to Hall road infants then green huts Moved to the Quadrant before leaving Hull age 16 21st and the Quadrant got better after I left Got knocked down by a car on endike lane opposite the butchers age about 7 apparently I went over top of car , got up and ran home with only a couple of cuts on my knee. Those who saw it were amazed I never went under car and that I just got up and ran home Driver found out were I lived I think he was in shock....bought my loads of goodies and stuff. The Devil looks after his own ! My sister ended up living on 21st after she was married Moved to filey after her hubby died and lives with me now as she had kids lobbing stuff in her garden and at doors the little ****s Great times indeed
Don't remember them but wish I did. The butcher I remember was called reg. His shop was about the third shop along. I used to get a note from my grandma to take and give to him.
When I was about 6 I was playing outside house on 21st and a girl of about 12 asked if I wanted to go to her party and I went with her...she told me she lived in a tea pot Dumped me in a field miles away Told what I thought was a policeman only he was a bus inspecter Took me home and half the street where out looking for me ****ing teapot I wish I knew who the crazy bitch was Grrr
Balkan is my Cousin Balkans dad is ****ing BRILLIANT. TOP Bloke and a living legend. My uncle Ronnie and Aunty Shirley use to be a fixture in Cavalier club I could get served in Greenwood Pub age 13 if I went in with my mates mum and dad
My family moved to 17th Ave when I was about three, where we lived opposite soon-to-be Hull City player Neil Buckley and his family, and then we moved to 6th Ave when I was about 13. My parents still live there. I loved NHE. Still do. Forbouys, Elsie's, Dr Deacon, Frank Dee's, Shepherd's, Ireland's, Beals and, of course, Brian's and Mad Len's. A lad in my year at Endyke came to school one morning with half a shaven head. When we asked, he explained he'd been to Mad Len's the previous evening but Len had run out of time to finish his haircut and told him to come back the following evening. Len had banned my little brother from his barbers when we first moved there - because his hair was 'like cutting candy floss' - so Brian's and the interesting array of jazz mags was the family hair cutter.
Not from NHE and I don't always care for the message that is often displayed but there is no doubting that the art work of these (grafitieers?) is astounding the detail and overall presentation hides talent of a special kind, its just not always put to good use. Wherever I have seen grafiti, at home or abroad, I do like to take a few minutes to take it all in, much has sprung up around West Hull and some of it is not of the best I have seen although the message resonates with me. I'm not in favour of grafiti for vandal purposes or some of the more unsavoury elements of our societies gripes, some is just downright malicious, but in a lot of cases the art work does cover some awful dereliction behind it and for some authorities to deem some of it to be acts of vandalism, is, to me, a shame.
We moved to Langtoft Grove when I was 7. I went to Hall Road Primary and then onto Cooper. Great days In those days if you ventured too far you got a kicking. Do that nowadays in some cities and you will be knifed or shot at.
yeah, those were the days 'and something for the weekend Sir....?' Go on then. And the barber would hand him a free City ticket.
My younger brother was born on 21st I was sent out to play with my toy plastic plane bought from Elsie's. Use to fly with help of a light band. Nurse came to house carrying a black bag For a few years I thought my brother had come in the bag My older brother sister and me got sent to bloody Sunday school every Sunday morning... They both come home with book prizes for good attendance ...I didn't as I use to sneak out every Sunday and play on bunkers hill . Must have been 8 or 9 A start to twagging school I guess
My dad was born on Rigby grove Lived on 21st The Quadrant Ope And the new bungalows on endike Amazing 86 years in such a small area But loads did in those days Now people end up spread out all over the place
