Things which happened in the thirties flutter by me like calendar leaves in an old movie
and I try to catch some of them as they fly.
There was the Graf Zeppelin which flew over Hull in 1932 as part of a goodwill tour.
Many people believed that its crew were photographing the docks and industries with an
eye to future bombing. They were probably right.
I remember the Graf hovering over Rovers' ground. As long as the football pitch.
Unnaturally big.. A great, silver grey, threatening mass. Hanging low, its engines humming
like a million bees, until the hum deepened and grew in volume and it accelerated away across the city.
Hitler was tightening his grip on Europe and stories about his persecution of the Jews
were in the papers and sometimes the newsreels. Peoples attitudes towards German Jews
Anti-Semitism was only rarely a feature of street life probably because Jews were
little if anything more prosperous than most of the rest of us and they blended in.
There was a Plumber named Jacobs and he answered without apparent rancour to the nickname Jewy,
along with everyone else with this surname, Jewish or not.
We read about the Italian attacks on Abyssinia and of the Civil War in Spain.
One of my uncles in Beverley joined the International Brigade and fought on the Government
side against Franco's army.
The memory of the First World War was fresh in the minds of only slightly older people,
who were full of warnings about air-raids which they had suffered only twenty years before.
As well as the bucket type privies the gas street lights got modernised and now lit up automatically.
The old man who had come up the street on his bike touching a long pole to each gas-mantle in turn
I recall lampposts clearly because I had my first sexual sensation when I was climbing one.
I suppose I am lucky that I didn't become fixated on very tall, very thin women with short
We (the children) carried on along our usual paths - Saturday afternoon matinees at the pictures.
Twopence admission and programmes consisting mostly of cowboy films along with the three stooges
and Rin Tin Tin.
Our favourite cowboys were Tom Mix and Ken Maynard and we preferred them to the cissy cowboys
who sang songs and played guitars and even kissed cowgirls.
Tom Mix came all the way from Hollywood to Hull doing an act on the stage of the Palace
Variety Theatre on Anlaby Road - trick shooting and twirling a lariat.
He rode his horse on to the stage but he didn't have enough room to do much fancy riding.
My mother got an attendant to get me one of his used cartridges.
I took it to school and showed it to my mates but they didn't believe me.
I used to get threepence for the pictures on Saturday - the twopence to get in and a ha'penny
each way on the tram.
I would go with some older boys who would have died rather than spend the tram fare on the tram.
We walked there and back and spent the penny on sweets.
These were the days of the "tidemark." In between the weekly bath we washed our faces and
after a couple of days there was a definite line between the washed face and the unwashed neck.
I don't know if it was because we played harder and fell down more or whether it was because
we wore short trousers until we were about fourteen, but our knees were always
battle-scarred and decorated by really horrible scabs.
The word hygiene wasn't in our vocabulary. When the doctor called at our homes he carried his
thermometer in his breast pocket and, after he took your temperature he put
it back for the next patient he visited.
We must have developed immune systems like the Bank of England.
I saw your stories on the site and it brought back so many memories of me home town Hull.
I live in Baton Rouge, Louisiana now and haven't been home for 15 years but I still have me
Hessle Road accent and attitude well intact.
My grandma owned a fish shop on Redbourne Street and as a little lad
Articles - Stranger in a Strange Land By Rich Mills
Concrete kid. That's what I told her I considered myself. Bollocks to the countryside. The fresh air would probably kill me! Urgh and the smell of cow-shit! Ah, how wrong could I have been?
We travelled up to the Dales, far up in the north of our great county. A place where they have proper hills like! Not flat-land like 'ere! Dry-stone walls, sheep,
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They say the first lines are always the hardest to write. I suppose they're not wrong.
It took ages to think that up.
I'm Sarah, 18 years old and born and bred in Hull, or as the locals call it 'ull. Hull is supposed to be the bog hole at the end of the M1.
I disagree. Hull is a place where you can do almost anything you want, within the law
Articles - Made In Hull - Part Two - Our Terrace By Maurice Fairfield
Ours was the typical terrace. Some had houses with small front gardens and a path down the middle to each front door.
Not so Alex Avenue; a short dead-end courtyard with seven houses on each side.
Foot traffic only, in fact the head of the terrace was enclosed by a hoop topped iron fence with a gate
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Walters is a black man asylum seeker in Hull, from Cameroon, the English speaking part, south of the country under persistent threat from the independent French speaking north population.
Although the North has its independence, the south English speaking section is under constant threat of terror.
He has lived here in Hull for four years, having
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For many years I had heard of the myth of the Hutt Street Party.
Spoke in whispers across the Avenues enclave for years, many had heard of it, quite a few had been to one, but still many it seems are in the dark.
Basically it goes like this.. By word of mouth you get to hear about the party, which goes on in the house on Hutt Street. Hence the name!
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I have just watched Death On Camera, the BBC documentary about Christopher Alder, who died in police custody in Hull in 1998. If you missed the programme and don't already know the case, here are the facts:
Christopher Alder was in Waterfront Nightclub on the night of April 1st, 1998. There was an altercation inside the club
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My story begins in Arundel Street and wanders away to the shallow end of Holderness Road next door to the tram sheds and opposite the old Astoria Cinema, which was at that time the New Astoria Cinema.
Then to Hedon for a time, then back to Arundel a couple of years before the outbreak of the war.
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Months ago we published an series of articles written by a man who was witness to the events in The Cod Wars.
His name is John Boldock and his story is an honest account of what life was like for him as a young man in what were dangerous and terrifying times.
After the story had been published on the site
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I've seen it. I've peeked down the rabbit's hole.
A large group of people all looking for love in a pub on White Friar Gate. Great to watch, daunting to be a part of but on the whole, good fun all round.
Speed dating, for those that have never witnessed the phenomena, is exactly what it sounds like.
Dating at speed. A group of people split down