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One of the joys of volunteering at Brandon Heritage Centre is that you never know who will walk through the door next. Sometimes it is someone looking for information about…
Here is a photo of some long service awards at Calders.
Back row left to right - Jack Knight retired Manager, Jon Bullivant Head Office, Fred Crozier New Manager, Bernie Challiss Carpenter, Ted Beales Boilerman, Jack Adams Foreman.
Front row - Harold Lockwood Maintenance , Geoff Southgate Office Manager, Sam Ridgeon Sawyer, Tom Martin Crane Driver and Lennie Smith Storekeeper.
A colourised view of Town Street, c.1910s[/caption]
Somebody suggested we called on Sid Lingham’s office in Town Street Road, Brandon, who was building low cost bungalows there. We located the road a mile from the town - the Town Street Road sign pointed right. The road beyond the first bend turned into a rough track – no footpaths, a flint wall bordering an open field on the right hand side and further down you entered Crown Street, and of course The Crown Pub. Opposite was the Tip Football Ground (as it was called). Behind the Crown Pub was White Horse Street, at the end was the chapel and TOWN STREET. Thus Town Street road was the road leading to TOWN STREET.
We bought one of Sid’s new bungalows which was built six months later on that open field in Town Street Road and within a year the Road leading to TOWN STREET was renamed Crown Street, as it is today. A little bit of local history was lost with these changes we feel, apart from another resident - AJ Rolfe who retired there from his VG Stores in Hockwold and had paid good money for his letter heading embossing machine that became defunct before he had time to use it! AJ was less than pleased one has to say."
Cherry's mother with the bath[/caption]
it, it couldn’t have been daily because he did all of Brandon.
We eventually got a flushing toilet which was tagged on to the back of the main hallway, so basically it was still outside and only the door to it was inside, but was a vast improvement on what we had. There was no hand wash basin and no hot water, just a toilet. We still had to boil the copper for water for baths and laundry. My Dad would come home from the fields working in the dirt and chopping out sugar beet or working on the harvest fields where dust was flying, sometimes black with dust. Water was boiled for him to wash, we couldn’t heat enough for a bath every evening, it had to be filled and then emptied. You needed another bath by the time you had finished! But my Dad was never dirty and our house and washing was spotlessly clean, I can’t imagine how hard our parents and grandparents worked.
Anyway because we had to come down a dark winding stairway into a long corridor, through the living room to the front hallway, if the toilet was needed in the night a chamber pot was kept upstairs.
My mum and dad were on the council list for a house when I was born in 1944 and had no luck. My mum who was not backward in coming forward had badgered the councillors for years and was once chucked down the rectory steps. When I was about twelve, I came home from school one day and my mum was in a high state of excitement. She grabbed me and danced about a bit and said, "We have got a house!" She said it several times. She hadn’t been able to tell anyone all day, no mobile phone, so she was bursting with it. When my dad eventually came home, he just stepped into the yard and mum leaned out of the bedroom window and hollered at the top of her voice "JACK! WE HAVE GOT A HOUSE!" She then hurled the chamber pot out of the window. It broke into a thousand pieces about four inches in front of him. I do remember the handle being in one piece. My dad looked up at her and said very quietly, "Bloody sorft thing to do" and then we all fell about with laughter. What luxury when we moved into 29 Elizabeth Road."