Kenneth’s Tale

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Kenneth’s Tale

I saw a gentleman looking reverently at St Savour’s Church. He looked the age of one who could have enjoyed good old East Leeds in its heyday. I unashamedly mugged him for his memories and he was kind enough to send me this account 

Kenneth, who attended St Saviour’s school wishes to point out that any old school mates will know him as: Kenneth Hawkins, as he only took on the name: Heptinstall, after he had tragically lost both parents and been legally adopted by his grandparents close to the time he left school.

 

                          The Memories of Kenneth (Hawkins) Heptinstall

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I was a pupil at St Saviour’s School and I would walk to school along the Low Fold, which was a path that ran alongside the river from the old Suspension Bridge whereSouth Accommodation Roadcrossed the river, to come out inEast Streetclose to school. In the early days I would enjoy watching the horses towing the barges along the river by means of a long rope Later the horse gave way to tugs which pulled several barges loaded with goods of one kind or another.

            The part of East Leeds where I lived in from 1924 to circa 1936 seemed vast to me as a child. It included the Bank area, Cross Green,Richmond Hill,East EndParkand other areas in the vicinity. There was much poverty about but to us children the streets, yards, ginnels, and bits of spare ground were there for our enjoyment, we used them to the full. The area had lots of small shops and a few large ones such as the Co-op, Gallons and the Maypole but nothing like today’s supermarkets etc. Churches seemed to dominate the area: St Hilda’s, St Saviour’s, Mount St Mary’s, All Saints as well as the chapels. There were schools to all the churches, some other schools were non-church schools such asRichmond HillandEllerby Lane. Scouts and Girl Guides were part of the churches, with Boy’s Brigades belonged to the chapels. One of my memories was of the Boy’s Brigade marching from the chapel to the bottom ofEllerby Laneon a Sunday after the service and we children would march alongside them on the pavement.

            There were also lots of pubs: The Black Dog, fisherman’s Hut, Cross Green, Spring Close, The Hampton, Prospect and Yew Tree. The landlord of theHamptonat one time was Dolly Dawson who was a member of the famous Hunslet Rugby League team. There were several cinemas in the area: Easy Road, Princess, Victoria inYork Road, and the Premier inSouth Accommodation Road– the Victoria later became: The Star.

            I was christened at St Hilda’s but I attended St Saviour’s school. It was a good school and I thought the teachers to be strict but dedicated. Being a mixed school there were separate classes for girls and boys but being a church school we started together for assembly, prayers, hymns and scripture lessons. Mister Ridley was the headmaster; we did plays under his guidance. He was in amateur dramatics and I think he thought doing plays would give us the confidence to speak out. Other teachers also became involved. There was one gentleman called Mr Smith who was a top man at Ringtons Tea and he too had been a pupil at St saviours School. He knew that children that attended the school were from poor backgrounds and twice a year: Christmas Day and Empire Day (which was celebrated in those days) he would send round sweets and on Empire Day a medal bearing the king’s head. In one of the plays we did we were Sikhs and all in Indian dress. The girls helped with the costumes and the boys with the scenery. When Children’s Day came along a van was hired, the scenery from the play was erected and placed on the vehicle then we dressed in the costumes and a sign advertising Ringtons Tea was displayed around the sides of the vehicle. We then joined the parade from the city centre up toRoundhayPark.   

            When St saviours Church was built the tower was left off, we were left to believe that his was due to the ground being on a hill making the foundations risky. We were also told it was due to lack of money, which I think was more likely. However the tower was added in the thirties. I was told it was Mr Smith of Rintons who provided the money. When the church was built it would have been in grey stone but due to fogs and industry it became dark, the tower stood out after being added as it was in the original grey but as can now be seen, due to air conditions over the years this now looks no different.

Some of the things I remember

People putting bread cakes on the windowsill to cool, lines of washing hung across the street that was hauled up when horse and carts came along the street, men walking up the streets cap in hand singing, a man with a tingaleri who sometimes let us wind the handle while he went and knocked on doors for donations, Walls ice cream carried on a three wheel bike. Sometimes if we helped push him up the hill he would cut one of his triangular ice creams in two for helping. Some of the lads had bogeys made of a short plank and four wheels, the front held on by a vertical bolt which enabled it to be steered. Also a steel ring like a large wheel which we rolled along pushed by a steel rod shaped like a hook which fitted round the rim and enabled it to be pushed and steered whilst running alongside it. Marbles or ‘tors’ as we called the game  played ideally on cobbled streets, along with football, kick out can and numerous other games – hide and seek known locally as ‘hiddy’ and ‘tig’ around the streets sometimes dividing into two teams. The girls had their own games: skipping and hopscotch being just two.

            If we managed to go toEast EndParkthere were football pitches. The first one inside the park was a cinder pitch which didn’t do the legs much good! There were policemen patrolling the area. One had the name ‘Bobby Rocking-Horse’ because of the way he walked, rocking from side to side!  Men in the area used to gamble – tossing coins – as it was illegal the police used to raid and the men used to run through passages and into people’s houses. Those who were caught were taken to the police station in a van known as the ‘Black Maria’

            In the mid thirties we had slum clearances when we were moved on to new housing estates. It was nice to have hot water, bathrooms and gardens. I still had a couple of years to go until I finished school so I used to travel so far on the tram and walk the rest.

Great tale, Kenneth. Times were not always easy but how many of us would not want to be back there if we could?

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9 Responses to “Kenneth’s Tale”

  1. Douglas Says:

    Lovely reminiscences Kenneth. You reminded me of so many places, games, and words from long ago.

  2. Audrey Sanderson Says:

    Love all these stories of peoples childhood. Lots of made up games to play in the cobbled streets. Did you every burst the bubbles of black tar that came up between the cobbles when the sun was hot enough to melt it? I earned many a clip round the ear for getting it on my clothes but it was fun playing with the black goo.

  3. Douglas Says:

    Audrey we used to call it gas tar, and I can remember being rubbed with butter to get it off. Would that have worked?
    Kenneth, my Aunt Sarah married Herbert Heptinstall in 1915 and had 3 children, Dorothy, Jane and Thomas. Were either of the two girls your Mam?

  4. Dave Carncross Says:

    Loved these stories, ken. The only trouble with reading them is that it sets me off again with my own memories and, these days, i can`t remember what I`ve already written about before. I think it`s something to do with age.

  5. Eric Sanderson Says:

    Only just seen your tale Ken but many of your recollections resonate with most of us – thanks for those. Hope to hear more in the future.

    And Dave C , when we get a little older, three things happen. The first is that our memory fades & we increasingly forget things. For the life of me, I can’t remember the other two things

  6. Louise Says:

    Was tingaleri man mr tomasso? My family lived in charlton road in the 20s 30s. Binelli family

  7. peterwwood Says:

    Thanks for leaving a comment on Kenneth’s Tale, Louise. Unfortunately I can’t ask Keneth the name of the tingalaleri man as he sadly passed away last month. But a load of our gang of readers hail from the Charltons perhaps one of them will know, I’ll put this message on again on the December tale where more will see it. That tale is by Audrey Sanderson (nee Tyres) who now lives in Australia but is also a lass from the Charltons – hope you enjoy. – funfortunate. Perhaps you have a tale for our ‘blog’ yourself – we wouils love to include it.

  8. Alexandria Says:

    I enjoy reading a post that will make men and women think.
    Also, thank you for allowing for me to comment!

  9. C.A de Parles Says:

    Hi there,
    My mother’s single name was Hawkins i was her only daughter.
    I was born in the Carlton’s,East End Park,Leeds.
    Maybe we are related?.
    Christine

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