Dick Barton was a must BMB...i was glued to the radio for that one. And Much Binding in the Marsh was hilarious. Seems like no one on here remembers my favourite drink...Barluze. Seems to have completely disappeared...can't even find it on Google. Much better than Lucozade which it resembled and is still around I believe. Thanks to DMD for starting this thread. A lot of interesting recollections. Thank God the moronic "City Transfers" thread has died a slow death. It was downright embarrassing.
ABC had their Minors Saturday mornings starting with an opening song. I went to the Royalty cinema on Southcoates Lane. Remember them running a serial featuring Dr Fu Manchu which was so scary in some parts kids ducked down behind the seat in front to avoid watching!
Yess...Saturday morning Minors...all the Beverley kids went to the old Marble Arch cinema on Butcher Row. It was bedlam in that cinema during the performance (and after)...kids wooping it up in the aisles...as Hopalong Cassidy and the Lone Ranger and Johnny McBrown fought the Indians. Little did I know that 30 years later I'd be driving regularly through the Simi Valley in LA where most of those movies were made.
Mr Bielby always wore overalls and stoked the boiler with coke. Miss Connaughton was my first teacher, assisted by Miss Sanderson, who left for New Zealand. I didn't like Miss Connaughton - a bit of a harridan - but I loved "band", our name for music lessons. What a row! Drums, triangles, bells, tambourines. Mrs Hallett was the finest of them all. Her class was like an expanded Wind in the Willows because she often called us using animals' names. She called me hamster. There was also Miss Geraghty who taught infants, and the cello playing woman whose name escaped me was Miss Booth. Oh, and there was that soppy music teacher Mr Sharples. He taught us to sing rounds. "There was an old man called Michael Finnegan, he grew fat and then grew thinagain, then he died and had to beginagain ..." When I listed children from my class I deliberately left out poor Janet Pickard. I was her dancing partner for six years, and Janet, if you happen to read this, I am very sorry for the embarrassment I caused, particularly when square dancing and doing the polka.
Miss Connaghton was also my first teacher and I too remember many of your class mates, although I'm a few years younger than yourself. David Liversedge used to play Amateur golf and was often in the HDM along with his sister Susan who became a good Badminton player. I didn't mind Miss Connaughton and in fact all the teachers at Penshurst I had fond memories of Mr Jackson was my favourite and I can remember crying as I walked out of the school on my last day. Mr Goodrick was a special teacher for me too and he wrote for the Sunday press and used to be in City's press box many times. He must have been the tallest teacher ever at Penshurst? The trip to Wales was great as well. Home games for Penshurst were always home wins and we seldom lost any games. School football had fond memories for me and in my first game we had 20 players chasing one ball! Giz a kick.
Surprised you didn't mention the demise of 2 Riley High Schools YT. Must also be getting close to your winging it back to the USA after your 6 month stay in Yorkshire.
Mentioned by CanadaTiger in Post No 237 and more recently Post No 661 If you could post a picture of a bottle of Barluze(which he drank as a kid) it would make his day!
Yes very sad. The new building has gone but our Riley High building on the Boulevard is still there but not a school anymore. The church building next door is for sale if you are interested. Came back on Tuesday. There is a flyover where the Anlaby Road crossing gates used to be. Remember standing on the footbridge watching Yorkshire at the Circle or putting half pennies on the railway line to get squashed as the steam locos passed over them? Seem to remember as well as its own telephone system, ( which it still has of course), it had a unique system where the fire service could change all traffic lights to red in the centre of Hull stopping all traffic so fire engines could respond more quickly to a fire alarm.
Yes, we went to tha Astoria on Holderness Road. Flash Gordon and Ming the Merciless were popular as well as the sing songs being accompanied by the organist on the organ that came up out of the depths of the cinema.
The trip to Wales? I suppose it was Plas Y Nant where we went in 1962. Mr Goodrick was in charge of we lads in our separate accommodation. He was a fine man. You'll like this ... a walk up the Elephant Mountain opposite Plas Y Nant. David Liversedge (we called him Lividge or Livers) wept on his last day at Penshurst too. I played with him in both the B team and then the A team, though I was far from the best player. I did manage to score a toe prodder from our own half against Constable St, but made up for it with a headed own goal. We won 6 - 2 in the end. B team wore green / gray halves, the A team green / grey quarters. Herbie Green's Dad gave us half time oranges if he was home from sea. A couple more people I remember ... Francis Barnes - nice lass - she lived next door to David Liversedge on Boothferry Road, and a lass called Lorna Lawson. She was a real tomboy and loved playing football with us. Hazel Blampey, and I knew her big sister Jill too. Lovely lasses. And Steven Wallace in my class, though we didn't hit it off. Stephen Lansbury, a year older than me and he said it would be nice to be a girl and wear such pretty clothes And Angus (Tim) Brophy who knew how to throw flights (long arrows on a sling). I see none of these any more.
Don't think I've missed it but The Army Game with Alfie Bass,Bernard Bresslaw,Bill Fraser,Michael Medwin,Charles Hawtrey.
Flights! God those things were dangerous! I remember a kid called Michael Robinson losing an eye to one of those on the field behind Bristol Road. He later died when a bus ran over his head -- he didn't see it coming. Also, on that same field, "dens" dug into the earth, about 12 x 12 feet and 5 feet deep, with branches for a roof. Scary times, but plenty of fresh air!
Bonfire raids, up and down Woodcock and Chomley St; good fun battles that sometimes went too far. Building huge fires and, in the weeks preceding Bonfire Night, gathering lots of old mattresses and using them to somersault onto - fantastic days. Boy we knew how to get colour in our cheeks! Respecting our elders.
Yet another possibly amazing co-incidence Bunkers, on top of the Bedford Road connection. !!! Lorna Lawson may well be the little sister of one of my very oldest friends. He has several sisters, one named Lorna, and it so happens he is arriving at my place this coming Tuesday, after a 1 month, 4000 mile 8 State road trip with a band on the US West coast. He was at Hessle C of E junior school himself, but his sister may well have attended Penshurst. He's in Seattle, Washington, for the next 4 days, so I'm not sure he'll receive any e-mails from me, but if my suspicions are correct he'd be thrilled with the connection. I'll let you know. Just loving this thread for all the memories..
