And Kingswood, I kid you not from a resident, isn't anywhere near Bransholme these days, it's in Dunswell in the East Riding !
I lived on Branny. Close to Enstone. If a car had four wheels on it, it was a police car with a dint in the side.
In the 60s Bransholme was a fantastic place to grow up; fields from Bude Rd to the river Hull and Sutton in the other direction, the abandoned farmhouse and the WW2 camp were fantastic playgrounds.
Same on Orchard Park, Spez. I loved my childhood and that's all you can ask for. An excellent junior school, Shaw Park (the less said about my senior school the better ). Great neighbours, mates and as a kid you always find something to do. Oh god the skateboard days.... We were on the Lincoln Castle every chance we got to go catch a train to Grimsby for their brilliant indoor skatepark. Why wouldn't HCC give us one? Yeah council estates are probably a bit **** now, but back then it was what you made of it.
Part of my youth too although I lived on the other side of the River Hull, North Hull. We didn't call it Bransholme, it was from memory a lot of overgrown hedges, fields, ditches and a lot of marshes which were fabulous for bird watchers and egg collectors. A little group of us found a little owl nesting in a hollow tree where Bransholme centre is now. We also stumbled upon the nudist camp out near Wawne and were chased off by a bloke in a land rover, who by the time he'd got his gear on, we'd legged it too safety. We'd ( me and my mates) be out in those fields from dawn til' dusk and not see another soul some days.
Long, hot Summer Holiday evenings, an earlyish tea then running all the way, cutting through house gaps on Etherington Drive (now gated) over the ‘drain bank’ (reclaimed/filled in drain) climbing over the 6 foot gates and onto the ‘out of bounds’ playing field, half way between Rickwards (newsagents opposite Cross Keys) and Beresford Park and join all the lads (from Endike Junior) who’d turned up and ‘pick sides’ or if late just ‘join in’ using the hockey goals - playing until it got dark or if misfortune befell us - if a shout went up ‘PARKY!’ who appeared in his black uniform and peaked cap in the distance coming from the Riversdale end, assisted by his Alsatian guard dog (often let off his lead) patrolling the fields causing us to climb over the perimeter wire fence/metal gate with Olympic prowess returning to the safety of our homes and downing copious amounts of water to drench our thirst which hadn’t previously been noticed during the late Summer evening with the final result accurately counted, usually a double figure for and against score,held in triumph until the following evening.
Ronnie Short had the. Paper shop opposite Keys for many years. Ex Endike lad I think too and a bloody good footballer in men’s football. Sadly passed away a few years ago now.
I worked there with him and Jackie 6 mornings a week 6:15-8 from starting at Cooper to just before my A level exams. We covered a lot of topics in our conversations in them years, between customers and organising the morning papers and between me being a wet behind the ears kid to a somewhat more worldly wise more or less adult. He played a big part in that. I missed the one chance I had to see him before he died and will regret it until I shuffle off myself. I’m thinking of him now though, ta
Reading all of the above... no matter where you lived, we 'had it good' when we were young. In summer you went in when you heard your mum shouting, to be greeted with 'look at the state of you'.... happy days...
Whenwas that when you worked there mate? And when did he pass away? I lose track of time and didn’t know a mate told me a few years ago I was always in there up to 2007 but moved from silverdale then. played with Ronnie a few times when we were both too old but we had a laugh and both argued like **** with each other! My mate said no one can decide who’s the bigger moaning **** on the pitch!!
Yes,it was where have you been till this time? Look at the bloody state of your trousers and 'Have you been playing with fires again'? Followed by a tap round the lug hole by your Mum!!!!
When you compare a lot of the stuff we got up to at a very early age, compared to later generations, there's no wonder our parents generation always look so old. It was most likely the stress. It also shouldn't be much of a surprise we can't always grasp health and safety.