From my first view of the village from the back of a Land Rover bringing things
like wire that would be used to keep chickens enclosed and other things that could be brought as they would not be used between then and the move to what would be our new home, to School days and work with anything
I could remember in-between.
My memories were not the only contributions I submitted as there were pieces of information about the NLLR, Both I and my Dad worked in the same signal box at Normanby Park
North where the single line to Winteringham started but many years apart and with my family home with dad, mum and two brothers being the Old Stationmaster’s House at Winteringham to name just one bit.
the things I have noticed while writing these childhood memories is just how easy it was not to recognise the danger that we could have been in during what we thought was part of the fun of growing up but with age
my perceptions have changed.
I now find myself daily opening up the Winteringham website to read the reports or comments, and also to look at the excellent photographs that have been taken around the village
and surrounding area, which in many of them show the same views that I remember, to the opposite end of the scale where they show some of what I would call enormous changes that have taken place in the village.
The sad part is that I now find my note book has only empty pages as I have used all that was jotted down in it and also what was on numerous sheets of paper as well.
And finally (well almost finally!) a fag break!
I will admit that there were school lessons I did not like, one being when we had
to write an essay as most times it was returned with a rewrite and other comments in red ink on it.
This and other factors like my atrocious handwriting put me off the idea of any type of employment similar to that in an office when leaving school so I went into manual jobs but I ended up with two jobs. One was with the Railway and the other in security these requiring book keeping and writing. My handwriting has improved somewhat over the years but could still do to be better, and then finding myself putting together my memories of growing up in Winteringham the latter being made easier by the use of a PC where changes could be made at the click of a couple of buttons (no crossing out or starting again) and the spellchecker that is much quicker and easier than a dictionary to correct spelling mistakes.
I leave you for now with these last bits. The first is that when telling my children about what I and my friends got up to in our childhood their comments were here goes the “Old Dinosaur again” and did not
show much interest but when they read the memories online their interest and comments changed to “if we had got up to half of what you did we would have been grounded by you and mum for weeks” and wishing they had
somewhere like that to have played and then wanted to know what was coming next not that I knew most of the time.
The other a memory that involved my eldest daughter Louise and one of her friends when she was
at the big school in Winterton. One day Louise and her friend decided to skip some of the mornings lessons and have a 'fag break'. Knowing that they would easily be found out if they stayed in the village the
pair of them took a walk to Roxby the village next to us only a few minutes walk where they went into the play area. Sitting among the large pipes that was part of the things to play on they lit up and sat smoking
away without a care in the world and then returned back to school and carried on as if they had been there all day. The only mistake was that someone from Roxby had seen the two girls and in passing told her mother
who at that time worked in the fish shop on Market Hill in Winterton that they had seen Louise.
When her mum said that she was at school the person described what she was wearing which prompted a telephone
call to the school where she was in her cookery class. Later after investigating, the school's telephone calls revealed that the two girls had attended registration and their first lesson and then left for the 'fag
break' returning in time for dinner and the cooking lesson so that they would be able to take home what they had cooked and no one would be the wiser. The only thing I can say is that she should have known better
and that they would most likely have not got away with it as Louise's mum was known by most people who either lived in the village or visited the fish shop. Hard Luck Louise got your self another grounding!
Louise has her say!
Hey dad just read what you sent and it’s good. I'd forgotten about that Ha ha!
I remember now though, Tracey and I did skive school for a 'fag break' and did exactly what you said. We were going to stay in the village but because mum was so popular and known by everyone decided
to 'sneak' to Roxby Park. I have to add that was the first time I had ever 'skived' school and definitely the last I didn't dare do it again!
I remember it being in the summer months as it was warm and dry
and we ran as fast as we could through the village to the beginning of the 'Trods' that would lead us to Roxby. I remember for want of another word the 'thrill' of thinking we had 'got away with it' as we ran as
fast as we could only stopping to catch our breath as we arrived at the Trods, glancing around to see if we had indeed been seen.
Once there a rather leisurely walk across the path surrounded by corn fields
etc. was had. We did indeed sit in a huge pipe in the park and smoke a fag before feeling guilty and deciding to return to school. I have to admit we both thought we had got away with it and relaxed a little, that
is until I got home that evening after school.
I remember you asking how my day at school had been, nothing unusual there you always showed an interest and then 'put the kettle on for a cuppa before tea. it
was only when you'd make the brew and we were sat in the lounge that I knew I had been rumbled I have to say my heart did skip a beat and I thought oh God I'm going to get so done. I was indeed 'so grounded' and
when asked why I had skived school let alone had a cigarette I couldn't come up with a reasonable answer, after all I didn't have one, I'd defied my parents 'trust' as well as the schools.
To end dad I did
learn my lesson and never did skive again although the smoking ... now that's a different story. I have to admit though dad you bringing this up has made me think of what I did get up to as a child and indeed as I
was growing up maybe one day I will do as you have and write my own memoirs.
Let me take this opportunity to say thank you for your memoirs I've never missed reading one and its enlightened me
into how you were as a boy. Louise.
Flyer says ....
For now I would like to say I have enjoyed my writings and hope that you the reader enjoy them as well and have now an idea what we got up to as lads growing up
during the Nineteen Fifties and Sixties Winteringham.
Finally I would like to thank John for the amusing and witty Titles that he placed as an introduction to each memory which I looked forward to seeing each
Thursday, to me they were spot on the perfect lead into what I got up to.
Thanks to Flyer for some wonderful stories from Winteringham in the 1950s and
With 75 stories in the series, Flyer has managed to detail what life was like for those of us growing up in Winteringham at a time when there was still the railway lines (if not the railway), an impressive wharf on the Haven, and most importantly, the freedom from youngsters to play pretty much anywhere without people bothering too much.
These stories have been real history, for they show what ordinary people did day in day out! For that, we shall all be forever in Flyer’s debt.