Tuesday, April 18, 2017

A walk up River

View from Scale Lane Pedestrian Bridge

I was peeved that I actually clicked on one of those Facebook quiz things this morning  which resulted in a Word Cloud with MOST USED words. I had to delete it immediately as my most used word was HTML. The algorithm  used for the calculation did not know anything about me as I never use the abbreviation , let alone remember how to do coding without a handbook . I know that I am out of touch and old fashioned now. Blogging is not the new black , but it is my black. I don't want to be a vlogger and although my young grandsons are vlogging away hoping to earning millions I have put myself at last in a box saying CONTENT , IT SUITS ME. I'M not getting maudlin either. Ive just reached my three score years and ten  and a calm and satisfied Peace has descended upon me. I have reached that I shall wear purple and spit in the street stage.  
I've not had time to share here recently , as Family Commitments  have come first , followed by my Sanctuary from them called the ALLOTMENT .

I completely muddled up my diary and so did not get to use my tickets for THE HYPOCRITE at the HULL TRUCK THEATRE , but did get to LA BOHEME at the Hull City Hall on the 21st March . Spouse was not well enough to come with me, but my Hull Sister  stepped in and accompanied me.  We did some great reminiscing about all the concerts we had seen over the years, of how even a City Of Culture could not support a Coffee shop nearby for us to meet at 7pm, and that although the New Theatre, the usual Cultural venue was not refurbished yet, the City Hall did a grand job . We loved the lack of curtains and watching the Scenery changes during the intervals, and remarked that the ancient Lavatory  facilities in the basement had not changed much in 60 years.
I spent the night at the Premier Inn near the Deep, as usual for Hull Trips. Pre Opera I managed to get a table for an excellent Homemade Curry at the Lion and Key in Scale Lane . Sister and I also remarked that we are strangers really to the pubs of the OLD TOWN, we were brought up never to go in a PUB without an accompanying man , Yes really!!

Crowle House 1664
Going back to Filey after a sound sleep in a room with spectacular morning views I planned a walk up river to discover more of the City which moulded me.  The evening before I had already discovered an old house I had never seen before, Crowle House . Here I stop and explain to readers who do not know Kingston Upon Hull. Hull was the most severely bombed City in Britain during WW2, and 95% of its buildings were destroyed or damaged.   I thought I knew all the Old buildings in the Old Town , but found this gem of a facade remaining in an alleyway just off the High Street and thus the River Hull . I left home in 1965 so my explorations then were limited.
I walked along the River looking its muddy best on a beautiful day with Magritte breadstick clouds, past the two bridges that once defined ones day , on time or late, dependant on a bridge remaining open for traffic.
So to Drypool Bridge, and looking for the DryPool which must have given the name, and the metal plaque of 1888 on the bridge which reminded me of my school badge which bore the same ship with the logo of the three crowns of Kingston upon Hull.
I  walked on past the well known and documented Georgian houses of Hull and Dock Offices until I reached one that looked old, and seemed to be occupied in part , but only Google Earth pinpointed its name for me - North Bridge House, Charlotte Street.

North Bridge House looks as if it was once warehouses, its certainly Victorian and all I can find out at present is that its a listed Grade2 former Ship Supplies Warehouse, a Chandlers. I'm so glad it didn't get pulled down , its very ugly in an endearing way, Ive always had a soft spot for a Mansard roof, and way away from the Humber.

I found Charterhouse, Andrew Marvels home, a redundant graveyard once the overspill(!) for St

Scott St bridge 
Mary's Lowgate and walked up the river to the closed Scott Street Bridge . I'm hoping some of the City of Culture bounty will fall on Scott Street Bridge . A restoration would bring the  Old industrial area of Wincolmlee back into prominence . I started thinking of my grandfather , a ships Engineer with Wilson Line, and remembered his Indenture agreement  as he served time on land learning his trade. He was an engineer all his life,  working with Hull Corporation Transport in charge of Tram engineering   , and in his old Age till his death in 1960 still maintaining his 1930 Alvis , known as Wilfred . I also remember him running the old Singer Sewing machine with a bullet shaped spool running up Cotton  bedding sheets .

Still thinking about Grandpa Bruce I started looking up at the factories still around. Here the Bridge of Sighs across Wincolmlee of  Maizecor, still milling maize into Polenta and maizeflour  for snacks .

 I'm into the Industrial thing now , and turning away from the river back to Paragon . Firstly joy of joy ,
I see the start of Barmy (Barmston) Drain ! Friend at Barmston on the coast took me to Barmston Drain as it enters the North sea, well I presume its come all the way from Hull in a land draining scheme. I saw much more of it when I went with Hull sister to  Dunelm Mill in Clough Road on a new home buying spree. I now wonder if Great Grandfather the Chief Waterworks engineer for Hull In 1870s  to 90s  worked here on plans . He would have loved the nerd in me I'm sure.

Just one more old treat before heading back to the station . I found, just alone amongst Old garages and sheds this wonderful early Victorian house. I presume its listed, as otherwise why is it still there amongst the engineering works ?
Cooper Street, could move right in !

Im away from the river now, past Rose Downs and Thompsons and 
Prize for best Smokers Corner goes to Smiths 

Parkinsons engineering

Next time in Kingston upon Hull I'm going  to Neptune Street and finding Amos and Smith , where my grandfather learned his trade .

Wednesday, February 15, 2017

A little sleuthing , a little light relief

David Hockney's brother and sister

It can all be done on a mobile these days, the Sleuthing research I mean . Put me in a strange environment and  I need books , maps, libraries, people , and binoculars. I like to know the Topography , History and Transport logistics of wherever I am . It must stem from my teenage Youth Hostelling days, or maybe I have it completely the wrong way round. Did Youth Hostelling emerge from the teenage desire to know the Topography and History of places I found myself in or would like to revisit to sleuth away for myself.

When I was fifteen and on holiday in the North Lakes with best school friend and my family , best friend and I would go every evening to the Moot Hall in Keswick for a  free lecture. We sat through 35mm slides presented by earnest men . I learned about the Ice Age and how it formed the Lakes, another night I learned about Geology of the Lakes, next would be History, then Industry and especially Mining and then the Coming of the Railways, Wainwright and Tourism .
My friend Christine and I would tramp the fells with my father's Bartholomew map , much preferred to the OS ones. We got lost in Grizedale Forest , picked Billberries at Tarn Howes, saw Pencils made at the Cumberland Factory and took endless trips round Derwentwater to Hawse End and the Lodore Hotel. We read Mrs Tiggywinkle and had tea with my aunt, the village school mistress at Newlands Valley , in her huge slate roofed house lit by candles , and heated by coal fires only. It seemed to be one long search for information to enhance the delight of the PLACE.

In the 2000s+ , INFO related to  a stay in a strange environment may be accessed in additional ways. There is nothing for provoking study in me , as  a plaque on a wall. All my VAK learning styles now come into gradual use over a few days.
Here  is what tempted me yesterday .

I wonder if the security tapes of the Leeds Building Society   show hundreds of the curious, walking through their door to view the old stone neatly hidden behind the corner of the entrance. It might have been more sensible to have put the stone in plain view from the outside, but perhaps the establishment gets points for footfall stats like Filey Library might. So I now can get an idea of the extent of  medieval Leeds. I did a wander around Leeds bridge the other day trying to find Lamberts Yard, (where our Photograph was part of a Humans of Leeds exhibition several years ago)now not accessible  and for sale. The nearby Queens Court and Blayds yard gave me the idea however. Here I applaud the pubs and small cafes nestled amongst old domestic buildings in Georgian  LEEDS.  It can't be easy for them to comply with all the regulations both for Buildings and Health and Safety to provide good facilities for daytime and especially evening punters . Look up all you students of Leeds, enjoy the old bricks at the start of your nights out.

Sleuthing provided me with much joy at weekend .

The weather was mostly foul, but when Colin had this view from L19, I was entranced by the light shining on a lone gold dome to the West of the more obvious Parkinson building .  The search for the tower began . I googled gold domes in Leeds, victorian towers in Leeds, and got daughter to bring West Riding  Guide to the buildings of England,Pevsner, my 67 edition to the hospital . No mention there, and book now well out of date. 
Eventually after a huge thread (for me) on Facebook I was told it by husband of dear Leeds friend that the tower was the Clothmakers Centenary Hall. I walked to find it the next day, I walked  for ages in and around the University Campus next to LGI. Eldest Daughter held the fort at bedside of her Father.  Google Maps and Google Earth were no help, but after an hour of service roads , dead ends and wheelie bins I turned a corner , and there it was, like a pearl of great price for me on that Sunday . Its actually just a stones throw from the Tesco Express next to hospital , and now I see that Gold Dome everywhere.

Sunday, February 05, 2017

Live chat

And I thought I could already do everything online!
Dear son-in law Nick  always uses the live chat portals when helping me to update software on my Mac or checking to see how I  get a PAC code  when I have one of my frequent thoughts on getting a Fairphone or a WileyFox phone .
 Nick and I are kindred spirits in the Research World. We both love Which and always try and buy their BEST BUYS. No need to buy the books or sign up for their website as Filey Library subscribes for us in the NYCC, maybe one of the only positives I can actually say right now ,as Filey Library becomes a Hybrid , and we lose well loved Staff members to cuts , and volunteers are trained up .

Librarian daughter tells me that the applying for Blue badges  and Bus Passes is big business in Filey Library where many of the  older population cannot work out how to do online at all.

Nine  years ago I offered lessons to Filey People , where they would bring their own laptop to St Johns and using the wifi there I would help them to update their skills . There was hardly any uptake in 2008, but now  many older people are finding that the ADMIN and RED TAPE and BUREAUCRACY of the 21st Century around all the papers necessary for their health and well being can be done very easily online , and so REALLY need the skills .

Ive been in the NYCC chatroom , that is where one asks a question Why hasn't  Blue Badge for spouse arrived yet though applied for 4 months ago ?
I just filled in the dialogue boxes as the conversation with JORDAN proceeded to successful conclusion . The Blue Badge is now en route. 

I am well pleased, THANK YOU NICK for all the skills I have gleaned from you over the years. Don't worry I'm not ready for Tinder . I've got fresh confidence however so I've done Time Machine on the Mac, cleared the pics on ICLOUD on to my portable hard drive so as to avoid paying for space .

Some things will never be the same without paper and pencil .

Measuring the plot

Boys and I had a good session on plot yesterday . They did all the entries and measurements so I can have a ground plan .This will help me each year to make  sure the rotation is done . We couldn't have done this online. I couldn't have done this alone . Building surveyors still need to be on site, still need to measure, even with laser equipment , and then the plans still might have to go on paper , and two people are usually needed in the field. 

Boys and I are not going to upload or download anything . I have a notebook and paper and decent 2Bpencils. When I  get to Leeds tomorrow and am waiting for spouse to have his TAVI heart procedure at Leeds General Infirmary over next few days, I shall spend my time in waiting enjoying transposing the measurements to a FAIR COPY . No computers will be involved. The rest of the time, 2 to 4 days we have been told , I shall enjoy the Museums and Galleries of Leeds in between the strict 2pm to 4pm  and 6pm  to 8pm  visiting times and browse the Computer Department of the new John Lewis , offering a 3yr extended warranty on Pcs and Tablets and debatably the  best prices in UK at present .

Wednesday, January 11, 2017

Filey remembers the Hull Blitz . #Hull2017

Hull Blitz from Cammish Family 

Our family parrot the much loved Polly died during the last war , not through old age , but because her diet of oranges and bananas was withdrawn and she would not eat the substitutes. 
That is one of the few stories we Bruce children of the 50s were ever told of the  1939-45 WAR in Hull by our Grandfather. From our father and aunt we gleaned more, 
  • how our father had to be careful cycling to the docks seeing to telecommunications , careful not to set off unexploded stuff
  • how one lemon would make lemon curd , lemon meringue and the skin wiped round the nails to improve the look of them .I ask you , 1 lemon?
  • how the Morrison shelter was in the breakfast room of Church Mount and Grannie had to be wheeled in her wheelchair and how the time before the All Clear was usually spent playing cards
  • How wonderful a real egg was
  • How counting the seconds after a Doodlebug cut out was the most frightening thing in the whole war in Sutton
  • How father went to work at the telephone exchange all day and fire watched in Sutton  many nights
  • How visitors from the College , a couple of hundred yards away from Church Mount  would always bring their ration books with them in case they couldn't get home
  • How the pantry window still had the criss cross tape across it in 1986 

Fireman Eddie Cammish 
We only heard random and seemingly trivial stuff, and now that I am in my riper years I wish I had  asked more questions. I blogged about this once before and can add little to my meagre knowledge .

This is not the case with friends in Filey . Joanne and Ian Cammish at Cammish Outdoors shop have plenty to tell . 

Joanne writes of Ians Dad

Hull Blitz.
Hull 1941

The year was 1941 this was the year where Hull suffered the most bombing and night raids ,most nights in the early summer onwards the young Eddie Cammish of Filey was a fire man in Hull for the war effort at that time one Sunday night in particular he re counted to me that he had a 24 hour pass home ,as he left Filey for Hull walking up Station avenue(FILEY) the sky was already a light from the bombing that was to greet him on his arrival . As the train neared Hull the whole of Hull seemed to be ablaze, he went out of the front of the station many bombs had caused serious damage and bombs were raining down on him as he ran to the top of Spring Bank (Blundell’s yard) the fire station buildings were damaged too, his fellow officers shouted come on Eddie were off just now so he jumped on the engine as it took off. the scenes were of blasts and carnage all over their first job was a wholestreet that had been blown to bits, with a lonesome armsaluting 
heavenwards ......There was no body attached ....all through the night the Salvation Army tea wagon stayed by their side as they tried to dig bodies out of the mayhem, constantly at their side offering support tea and sandwiches, and they didn’t leave till they were all done. Eddie would be very emotional when recounting these tales .he always donated to the Salvation Army; they were very dear to his heart.

Hull Blitz  photo from Cammish's 

My friend Mick Corner who grew up in Beverley tells another story of the Hull Blitz. He tells of relations who lived in the Boulevard, and being completely bombed out set out to walk to Beverley but were turned back from doing so( as road blocks contained the city -my understanding). The family did find a way out and turned up at Beverley with nothing but the clothes they stood up in , and covered in black soot. 

Ive blogged about this today as I was so moved by the MADE IN HULL installation and light show in Queen Victoria Square .


Wednesday, December 28, 2016

Just for you Ray ! St Oswalds Filey

We don't usually see the angels on the front of the table /altar except on Good Friday so it was great that our new incumbant  chose for them to be on show for the Christmas Epiphany season . They were painted by a holiday maker in Edwardian times. The reredos is very ornate so not easy for flowers to show up .

Tuesday, December 27, 2016


Just on way to St Oswalds to water the Christmas Flower Arrangements

For the past 4 weeks I have had the starting points for some posts for this blog. Thats how it works with me. I have a starting point but never any consequence or ending . My starting point is often a visual stimulation , when I have to stop in my tracks and find my mobile with its excellent camera and record the moment . I chose a Sony Experia Z1 just because it has such a good camera . The contract on this phone was up in September but I have not had the inclination to update, just because the pics are so good. Spouse uses my equally good Digital Camera. We don't see the need to update that either as it does the business. On this blog you may tell which device has been used, as we have not removed the date function from his pics.
Spouse has a better eye for picture taking than I have. I rarely have to send his to trash . I manage well enough as I am a mistress of GIMP or the Photo Edit function. I only work on a Mac these days , and miss the Microsoft Picture Editor . 
I here give you a couple of my starting points and a couple of ideas that have been bouncing around my head , usually in the small hours, for blog posts. They will not emerge and fully flower, but I just don't want to look at Google Photos in a year or so and realise I missed the moment. 
Filey Allotments

I love this upcycled fence on the way to my plot at Filey Allotments. It dates from at least the 60s I'm sure. I have a corrugated , galvanised fence around one of the boundaries on my shared plot too. Until the very efficient Terry arrived on the adjacent plot it rattled and sang during the frequent winds , and I loved that cacophony. 
Sometimes as all my family know , I just sit on the allotment , especially in winter. I sit with a hot cup of Instant Tea, or my new favourite, Triple Ginger  tea and I just listen to the sounds around me , watch the Crows and Jackdaws and smell distant incinerators burning up the dried weed herbage . On Christmas Eve I only saw one other person on the plots, way across the road, Perfect then ! My excuse for leaving home that day, was that I was going to water my sweet peas, and pick some Broccoli for Christmas Day Lunch and check for broken glass in the Greenhouse after Hurricane Barbara had taunted me. But actually I was savouring the thought that in bed on Christmas Eve I would be leafing through my just arrived Catalogues from Chiltern Seeds and planning the future.

This is my second Christmas without Mother. This is the Christmas it has sunk in that something the awful has happened. I am turning into her.
We had a lovely kitchen floor at Newlands , tiled with red  Ruabon Quarry tiles. Except we never saw them as they were always covered with the Yorkshire Post, as Mother was ALWAYS cleaning the kitchen floor, even though I could never see the dirt. 
I cleaned the floor myself last week with a scrubbing brush and bleach , it came up beautifully . I even impressed Tanya my treasure. 

I had to put paper down of course so as not to spoil the pristine cleanliness.  Spouse was not amused. He doesn't want me to become my mother who we always called the DETTOL QUEEN .

I have only just forgiven our Post Master after he implied I had shop lifted the plastic posting bags I had bought in our local Stationers WRAYs and still bearing their price ticket , and also sold by him for a greater price. Its true I often write my cards and pack my parcels in a corner of the Post Office to save me going home when I've just been to Wrays. I was so upset , especially as I had already been in the PO twice that day with similar parcels and he said not a word. But when I finally realised of what he was accusing me, after his meaningful looks and questions asking if I was buying the bags, I was nothing short of incensed . I realised I could not of written this 3 weeks ago when I took the photo as I would have been VERY RUDE. Ive calmed down now, and appreciate that perhaps some people might shop lift 24p bags costing 38p In FileyPost Office. 

Thursday, November 24, 2016

Te Deum laudamus

Thank you for Kingston upon Hull :Muddy "Umber flows into R Hull 

At Morning Prayer at St Oswalds yesterday we said together  the much loved Thanksgiving Hymn of Praise known as the Te Deum . In the last week of the church year before ADVENT starts and implores us to put away the works of darkness  its great to go out on a CHRIST THE KING bang , and do a real thanksgiving hymn.

This last week has left me maudlin. A much loved and faithful member of our tiny mid week congregation , and former Church Warden has died suddenly after a short illness.  Most of the rest of the mid weekers had gone off to Wydale yesterday  for a day studying Revelation. I was left to keep the show on the road with another faithful stalwart , and not being in any way licensed or recognised I was able to organise the corporate reading through of the liturgy and read out some acceptable  writings in the homily slot . I did my own thing however and discarded the ghastly Revelation reading for the much more upbeat one in Philippians 3v17-4v9(extended by me!) set for the day to commemorate Clement Martyr , a lesser festival to be thankful for. It was a true God incident too as other faithful stalwart declared before she read it to us that it was one of her favourite readings in the Bible.

For me, one way of getting over  feelings of gloom , heaviness and numbness is to do as my mother taught me: 'Count your blessings, name them one by one......'. This may take a conscious act of will and I might  even be going through the motions , but I do find it helps me,sometimes eventually being the key word. Every day when we read our Bible together after breakfast spouse and I thank God for our blessings. It is simple these days, and much to do with the concerns of many Older People . 
  • Thank -you for enough  food
  • Thank you that spouse can walk to the Paper Shop , the Chemist and Spar when its not a windy day.
  •  Thank-you for the footpath at the back of our cottage which takes spouse to Church or Choir Practice out of the wind and on the flat.
  •  Thank-you for the friendly shopkeepers of a small town.
  •  Thank-you for a daughter and family living 2 mins away.
  • Thank you for Central Heating , a gas cooker and a log burner so we are never at a loss for heat or hot water even in power cuts .
  • Thank you that we have State -pensions .
  • Thank you for warm clothes  
  • Thank-you, that we live near the Doctors. 
And so it may go on . On this day of Thanksgiving for my American Cousins, I am thanking for Religious Freedom in the UK, and remembering the Pilgrim Fathers forced to flee to the New World. I'm also thanking God that the Native Americans showed them how to grow food.
Here are some random things I'm being THANKFUL for today 

#Hull2017 Just discovered a VR postbox In Whitefriargate 

#2017Hull Long live the MINERVA

#Hull2017 Local History enthusiasm for the Peoples Memorial 

#Hull 2017 Quirky Old Hull

Thank-you NHS

Thank you for my New Shed 

Te Deum laudamus from BCP

We praise thee, O God : we acknowledge thee to be the Lord.
All the earth doth worship thee : the Father everlasting.
To thee all Angels cry aloud : the Heavens, and all the Powers therein.
To thee Cherubim and Seraphim : continually do cry,
Holy, Holy, Holy : Lord God of Hosts;
Heaven and earth are full of the Majesty : of thy glory.
The glorious company of the Apostles : praise thee.
The goodly fellowship of the Prophets : praise thee.
The noble army of Martyrs : praise thee.
The holy Church throughout all the world : doth acknowledge thee;
The Father : of an infinite Majesty;
Thine honourable, true : and only Son;
Also the Holy Ghost : the Comforter.
Thou art the King of Glory : O Christ.
Thou art the everlasting Son : of the Father.
When thou tookest upon thee to deliver man : thou didst not abhor the Virgin's womb.
When thou hadst overcome the sharpness of death :
    thou didst open the Kingdom of Heaven to all believers.
Thou sittest at the right hand of God : in the glory of the Father.
We believe that thou shalt come : to be our Judge.
We therefore pray thee, help thy servants :
    whom thou hast redeemed with thy precious blood.
Make them to be numbered with thy Saints : in glory everlasting.

Monday, October 31, 2016

Remembering the past

So I'm listening to my favourite and oh so dated 1955 recording of the Marriage of Figaro with the Glyndebourne Chorus and Orchestra, and principals Bruscantini, Sciutti and Wallace,Stevens and Calabrese. Of course I'm remembering all the times I went to Covent Garden in the 60s as guest of a colleague , and continued my Musical Appreciation and Education started in Hull. Music, aroma ,objects trouve , and more recently Facebook Groups of Old Photos all may spark some Happy or Sad remembrances from the recent or distant past . I look at pictures of the Locarno in Hull and the Gondola Club and can still feel the upset but relief that my parents wouldn't allow me to go to either .

Last week Susanne offered me some plants from her allotment for mine , as she moves away from Filey to a huge garden . I have  a new Gooseberry Bush,  an intriguingly named Blackberry Sage (I think!); spouse enthused at my new neat bed of  Globe Artichokes , but loved more the Tea Trolley made by Susanne's Father in 1946 . I love it too as we had one just like it in Saltshouse Road during my childhood. Afternoon tea was wheeled into the lounge every Sunday . There would be bread and butter, sandwiches , maybe scones . maybe Flapjack , often cake and always a pot of Tea, a hot water jug , and china cups and saucers, never ever mugs, they were just for soup . Heavily embroidered tray cloths sat top and bottom, beautifully laundered and starched . Mother had some special ones of worked Lilacs made for her as a wedding present in 1946 . They dropped to bits eventually as post war fabric was very thin , not best linen , Mother would say . I wonder if my sisters remember those beautiful cloths, more embroidery than cloth . 
My Grandparents also had an identical trolley which was wheeled from the breakfast room to the Sitting room (known as 'the Room') every single day . It was a long way along that dark hallway , and children were not allowed to wheel it on the bumpy floorboards. When my aunt became infirm in Old age she used to use the trolley to help her to walk .

#Hull 2017
My Hull sister reminded us of the exhibition in the  Hull Truck Theatre last week to accompany the  production of Janet Platers homage to the city's fighting spirit in Play 2 of the Hull trilogy, simply called Gaul   after the factory trawler FVGaul lost with all 36 hands in 1974. A fellow Hullensian living in Filey has written of her memories of the Gaul .

It brought back many memories as the first mate on the Gaul and his family lived in the same avenue as my parents..... I invited his father to Eastfield Junior School to talk to the children about his life at sea. They enjoyed it very much-so did he. I introduced him as Mr Spurgeon  and his friends called him 'Spud'!After the tragedy the headmistress invited Mrs Spurgeon to the school as a classroom assistant to perhaps take her mind off it a little.

I remember that in my Secondary School , Greatfield High School , (1959 to 65) we sometimes  had to stand for a minutes silence during Assembly as a mark of respect for a former pupil who would have died at sea.