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GROWING UP IN THRYBERGH
By John Doxey
'A time when you could go out at night
and not worry about locking the door'
Like most people I have very fond memories of the
place I grew up in, and whilst producing this website a lot of those
memories came flooding back. So below are my light-hearted recollections of
that time, a time when you used to run when you saw a policeman approach.
Grownups were treated with respect, or you got a belt round the ears. Coming
from a broken home was not a valid excuse for doing something wrong, in fact
there was no excuses. You got caught, you got punished and then you got
smarter [ Well most of us anyway ].
For the first few years of my life I lived "Dahn't Backs" [ Down the Back Street's ] in School Street , Thrybergh. The house's were in terraced rows comprising of "two rooms up and two rooms down" with a usable attic. So the downstairs back room was the kitchen, dining room, and general living area, and the downstairs front room was usually reserved for when you had guest to entertain. The two upper rooms and attic were used as bedrooms. The front Gardens were tiny little strips between the house and pavement, and the back yards were shared with one neighbour. the yards were asphalt with brick walls dividing the yards. I have a few early memories of School Street, mostly about the back steps to the house. I tested them for hardness a few times, and came to the conclusion that stepping down them one at a time was far less painful than bouncing off them all in one go.
At the bottom of the yards were the toilet and coal house. Who could forget those outside toilets on a winters morning, EEE' them wooden toilet seats were welcome back then. The ceramic kitchen sink was often used as a bathtub for the kids.
Terry Piper, Harry Cawdron, Michael Painter, Michael Green, and a cast of thousands we had some great times back then.
What about bread and dripping sandwiches how good were they with a bit of salt on. I was telling my son about this delicacy and told him what it was, and he replied "Bread and Dripping! How can you eat that?" Which inspired me to write this little poem.
ODE TO BREAD N DRIPPING
Sometimes on a Saturday morning we would listen to Uncle Macs Favourite's a request show for children which aired at 9 a.m. on the wireless [ Radio for you young uns ] . Yes I can remember Torchy the battery boy, Run Rabbit , The Runaway Train, The Laughing Policeman, and Lonnie Donnegan. On a Saturday night my brother Peter would tune in the old Wireless to the American Forces Network and we would listen to Country Music from the Grand ole Opry in Tennessee.
" Ya can't shoot me Ya ded a shot ya first" "No am not Ya missed" " No a din't a gotya right between the eyes" " Ya couldnt ha' a wa iding behind this tree" " No ya want n if ya not goin ta be ded we not playing" " Ahl be ded then ya mardy bum"
For many of us as children the only Holidays we had, were of course the Workingmen's Club's annual daily outings to seaside resorts. Our Parents used to pay each week to the outing fund at the respective Club. These outings were very well arranged, and transport was either by coach or Train. Refreshments were provided by the clubs for all the kids, plus spending money and including a dinner in the late afternoon. [ Fish 'n' Chips of course.]. When the journey was by coach we used to stop halfway, we all made a big dash for those toilets didn't we. A lot of us just headed for the trees or behind the nearest wall, knowing that waiting in line was not an option anymore.
The Reservoir which is
also on Thrybergh Park was a popular place to go as a kid fishing for
Tadpoles, and small fish called Sticklebacks. Again the appearance of the
local Law would see us running. [ little scallywags ]
© John Doxey 2003
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