I hope this is ok, just wanted to share the news that my Grandma Beryl, a life long City fan, passed away this week at the age of 88.
For me, its a hugely poignant time of life. My father was in the army so we moved around a lot when I was younger, eventually settling in Essex, and I didn't have the closest relationship with my parents growing up.
However, I spent every Easter and Summer in Hull with my dear Grandma, who lived her whole life within sight of the Boothferry Park floodlights (well, you know what I mean, until they knocked them down!). For me, summers in Hull were blissful happy times. I have great memories of holidays there and its always a hugely special place for me. Even now, my wife and I still visit every year and she also loves it now as well - as a city its got is knockers but if you give it a chance you wont find a more friendly and hospital bunch, in my view. Although I am a Colchester fan, my first live football matches were at Boothferry Park, where I was taken by relatives when visiting (I just about remember the days of Alan Fettis up front!).
One of the things my Grandma loved to talk about was her beloved City. She had fond and happy memories of watching in her youth. Her and her life long friend Olga went to games together for years until both got married - unfortunately in those days once you were married football tended to stop and you stayed at home and kept house. Her lifelong friend Olga (who is still very much alive and kicking) was a nurse at the Infirmary and used to get a lift to games on the back of a doctor's motorbike after her shift - my Grandma used to wait for her and because they were usually late as a result, they would get passed down to the front of the terrace over everyone's head to the front. She was also very fond of telling me how much she fancied Raich Carter!
Even though she had to stop going when she got married my Grandma always listened out for the scores and got the Hull Daily Mail to read about the game. Every Sunday on the phone we would discuss how City had done (usually badly) and Colchester had done (also usually badly!).
I've added below some memories I dug out this weekend. A photo of my Grandma and her friends going to a game in 1949 (we think the Man United FA Cup game - complete with tiger rattle!), and a programme she gave me, on which you can still see where she scribbled the score! Hope these are of interest.
For me, its a hugely poignant time of life. My father was in the army so we moved around a lot when I was younger, eventually settling in Essex, and I didn't have the closest relationship with my parents growing up.
However, I spent every Easter and Summer in Hull with my dear Grandma, who lived her whole life within sight of the Boothferry Park floodlights (well, you know what I mean, until they knocked them down!). For me, summers in Hull were blissful happy times. I have great memories of holidays there and its always a hugely special place for me. Even now, my wife and I still visit every year and she also loves it now as well - as a city its got is knockers but if you give it a chance you wont find a more friendly and hospital bunch, in my view. Although I am a Colchester fan, my first live football matches were at Boothferry Park, where I was taken by relatives when visiting (I just about remember the days of Alan Fettis up front!).
One of the things my Grandma loved to talk about was her beloved City. She had fond and happy memories of watching in her youth. Her and her life long friend Olga went to games together for years until both got married - unfortunately in those days once you were married football tended to stop and you stayed at home and kept house. Her lifelong friend Olga (who is still very much alive and kicking) was a nurse at the Infirmary and used to get a lift to games on the back of a doctor's motorbike after her shift - my Grandma used to wait for her and because they were usually late as a result, they would get passed down to the front of the terrace over everyone's head to the front. She was also very fond of telling me how much she fancied Raich Carter!
Even though she had to stop going when she got married my Grandma always listened out for the scores and got the Hull Daily Mail to read about the game. Every Sunday on the phone we would discuss how City had done (usually badly) and Colchester had done (also usually badly!).
I've added below some memories I dug out this weekend. A photo of my Grandma and her friends going to a game in 1949 (we think the Man United FA Cup game - complete with tiger rattle!), and a programme she gave me, on which you can still see where she scribbled the score! Hope these are of interest.
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