I went to live with grandma and granddad Nicholson Ward at
Church Street Brierley around 1924. They had five sons living at
home, Arthur, Harry, Sidney, Charlie and John and a daughter called Annie.
Granddad was a master tailor; he worked in a brick building in the corner
of the yard. You could see him sat at his table in the bay window sewing.
He made outfits for the Badsworth Hunt. He made the three-quarter coats
with yellow cuffs with large oval silver badges with the Holgate coat of
arms on. The Holgate Alms was situated on Robin Lane and is now known as
Next door to where we lived on Victoria Terrace, there was a lovely sweet
shop. I remember some of the teachers at the
St Paul's Church of England
School being, Mr Sharpe the
headmaster who lived in St Paul's cottage at that time, Miss Saulsby, Miss
Hopkinson and Miss Wilson.
I spent many happy times in the cricket field down Wager Lane, which ran
alongside Hall Farm, watching Uncle Charlie playing cricket. The Wesleyans
Chapel across from the school holds happy times for me. I had many friends
including the Shackleton family, Rowley was one and also I remember with
fond memories playing with the Baxendales, Penny Kenyon and many more.
At Whitsuntide we toured the village on foot carrying a banner, some of us
rode on drays singing our anniversary hymns. We stopped at Elms farm on
the way for a glass of milk. On the Monday we had a tea and then games in
the field. In the summer holiday we all had a day at the seaside.
I remember the dances at the
(now Brierley social club) watched over by the
caretaker Mr Steele. We could do with Mr Steele today to
keep some of the youths in order.
I started work at the hospital on Brierley common for infectious diseases.
Mr Goodhall and Mr Watmough were the ambulance drivers, who took the
nurses to the homes to bring the children in with scarlet fever,
diphtheria and hepatitis. Parents came to the hospital gates at certain
times. As the children improved, we would bring them to a line so parents
could see them. The hospital is now the Nite Owl.
I remember Shrove Tuesday, pancake day, Mr Addy from
Brierley Hall sent out boxes of oranges for the children,
we played skipping, hopscotch, marbles shuttle feathers, "lovely times".
We moved to 5 Park Avenue and on Good Friday there was a continuous stream
of people passing the railings at the bottom of the garden going to the
fare on Brierley Common. Grandma had jugs of water and mugs on a stool, it
was so hot, and the people would walk in the garden and ask my uncle for a
drink. Grandma Ward, a lovely Christian lady, would not allow me to visit
the fare on Good Friday the day Jesus was crucified.
The summers where so hot it melted the tar on the road, our parents rubbed
lard on the tar to remove it from our skins.
There was Kenyon's butcher's shop across the road from the Three
Horse Shoes. Mr Kenyon's granddaughter Muriel had the slaughterhouses in
the yard. I remember they brought meat to grandmothers in white scrubbed
baskets covered with a white cloth. Mrs Kenyon had sweets etc at the other
side. Old Joe Kenyon ruled the place with a rod of iron. I can see the
table and counters scrubbed snow white. The blacksmith's shop was at the
other side of the road.
I used to play with Walter Burton and his sisters Marlene and Margaret at
the farm, I believe they are still there.
Baipip Dec 2000