I worked there mid-80s before I moved away to Uni and then work. We used to have such a good laugh, mixed with the odd banter-y argument that lasted for days. I used to be a semi-decent sprinter at school and he always thought he’d be able to beat me with ease, even though he was retired from Sunday league by then. He kept going on about how he’d get Jackie to get up and mind the shop for a few minutes for us to go and prove it on Oak Road fields, but we never did. I can’t remember who posted it the other day, but I’m at an age where everything that wasn’t recent or ancient history is about 10 years ago, but I think that to maybe just after you moved would be about right. In my defence in not seeing him when he asked my brother to mention him to me I didn’t know he was dying, but I suspect that he did.
That's a real shame about Ron. Played up front with him when I first went into men's football, and he was, let's say, a veteran. I was all pace and no brains; he was all brains and no pace. We'd argue loads, him wanting me to hold the ball up more, me wanting to use my pace to hit teams on the counter. I learned loads off him though, and got on with him really well off the pitch. A top bloke. Always got on well with his lad, Alan, and daughter Emma too. Very sad to hear that he's passed away. A proper North Hull legend.
No, this was Northern Athletic. Played on Oak Road. This would have been early 90s. We were a boys team that went into the men's league, and our manager knew Ron so got him in to offer a bit of experience. Which it's fair to say he did!
He was, yes. I'm still in touch with George. One of those lovely, unassuming blokes who did shedloads of work for a team without expecting anything in return.
Did his lad play in the team? I did a bit of coaching for northern when they were about 14 Had a black lad called firewell
Aye, I still see his lad Nick. And I'm still in touch with Fiawell too. I don't know if I'd have been playing for them when you were doing the coaching. I think I joined around that time, though. I'd have been playing in midfield or defence I think. My dad ended up helping George run the team after a while, and they're still really good friends to this day.
Had a couple of lads off ope, I think one might have died quite young. They were really good lads, not the best but had a good attitude. Some of the teams they played and the parents were awful.
My previous post described events circa pre 1967 and played in teams at Endike under the management of a certain Mr. Brough for the ‘B’ team and Mr. Spider Watson 6 ft 10 ins for the ‘A’ team and played all our home matches behind the kitchen block facing on to Bev High Rd.
Late to the party, but I had two weeks of jury duty mid 90s. For the two weeks my employer said I needed to go into work if I was dismissed before noon but safe to say I managed to get out at 5 past each day that I didn't serve. Had two cases, both drug related. One was a chap who I think had a scam going with kids from a school. He sold spliffs for a quid and stuck each quid inside a bandit in his house. His lawyer was an absolute idiot as he told the jury that the guy had loads of money in his bank so why would he need to deal. Hi submitted his bank statement as evidence and it showed no activity in or out for about a year prior to his arrest when he was then using it as we all would probably do. He was using his drug money to fund his lifestyle prior to that. He literally made a few hundred quid a week selling to school kids on the way home from school! The second one was also drug related. Some guy dealing in town. The jury room was something else. They literally left all the evidence in the middle of the table which included several 9-bars. Was an awesome two weeks. Sent them both down and read a couple of books!
When I moved to branny in the early 70s there was a huge derelict aircraft hanger on the site where the centre is now. Part of the runway was still intact. The RAF houses are still there.
I remember that too. I cannot pin point exactly where the little owl was but it was in the 'middle of Bransholme' which was mainly fields, plus the very early ground works for the estate. Also there was talk of the remains of a lunatic asylum somewhere in the vicinity of Frog Hall Lane, which was just a dirt track. Prefabs on Sutton Road near the Bridges pub too ? With a little parade of shops that always appeared totally desolate and in the middle of nowhere.
Never been asked to do jury service, I recall my dad having to do 2 coroners courts, which he said was rather unpleasant.
That could have been the Evan Frazer Infection disease hospital. Places like that were often described as 'Asylums'
Good read this about bransholme https://www.google.co.uk/amp/s/amp....ful-place-hull-residents-bransholme-estate-50
I love the name Frog Hall used to play on the school fields there all the time. when they were knocking the prefabs down the old man and me used to go and dig up all. The plants in the empty gardens. Got some beautiful plants. My aunty Beattie lived in a temporary prefab from First built after the war until she passed in the late 80’s. Some temporary.
That was a really good read Chazz - I've always defended Bransholme, it really was that good a place to grow up; we didn't realise it at the time but, where we lived on Holderness Road was really slum housing, until we moved away when I was 13 I'd never lived in a house with a bathroom, inside toilet or hot water on tap. Our first place was a cottage house where the wash house backed onto the railway lines between Beeton St & Courtney St - the only water was a cold tap outside, it had an outside loo at the end of the yard and no electricity upstairs. Our house was just incredible, bathroom, TWO toilets, hot-air central heating - it was a palace and people looked after them, it helped too that a lot of the community I grew up with were moved into the same Closes. It's a shame how it went but Bransholme is just a cross-section at how modern society is - I could really get angry and political but, this is not the place for that!