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| Tuesday 6th January 2009 | |
| Anecdotes and Stories | |
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There are many stories about people and characters on the village which form part of the rich texture and history of our community. Inevitably these stories are told from a persons own perspective and might be exaggerated to accentuate particular point. The Colliers Arms Although this pub closed in 1956 stories of happy nights spent there abound. For those of you that don't know The Colliers Arms was another Hill Top pub and was located where the late Jacka Berrisford lived. I think its now called Stanley View. Apparently this pub had a stove pot in the middle of the room that was the focal point. Another feature was that they kept a monkey in a cage on the bar! One night the pub was packed, smoke was thick in the air and the guests were well oiled when somebody let the monkey out of the cage. Well you could imagine the monkey bouncing round the room with people trying to grab it until the poor monkey landed on the stove pot and immediately jumped off with burned feet and paws to the top of the bar where it proceeded to sit for the rest of the night spitting and blowing on its feet and hands and rubbing them together just like a human would. This created quite an impact with the patrons who thereafter recognised the closeness between monkeys and humans. The Roebuck Inn or the "Corner" Famed for its friendliness especially when Lottie and Horace Hayes kept it is best described in a poem by Mr Reg Twemlow our village bobby who was interviewed live on TV in the 1960's (I remember going round to watch him being interviewed outside Tyler's shop)
The ode to a pub At close of day when toil is done They wend their way at setting sun Where rural joys still reign supreme And form a part of the village scene Where tales are told and laughter brings The salve that makes the sad heart sing And all join in with merry mirth And cares fly out, for them no berth The ale that bred fair Englands brood Awakes the Muse of bardic mood And he with songs will loud acclaim the joys of love 'twixt maid and swain. The night wears on and words wax warm Ans some will treat and some will squarm But all will hark to the knowing one who talks the night till words are gone As the hour to part draws sadly nigh And tankards filled are now drained dry The merry swain calls for another And the stranger now becomes a brother Then all will sing a roundelay And fix a time for another day Then sally forth content and full Their long goodnights the heartstrings pull Oh! let these rural joys remain That rid the labouring hearts of pain And find such happyness within The house they call the "Roebuck Inn" So called because when he was young he thought he could fly and jumped from a barn window. Pel is short for Pellets as apparently he used to to play cards for money with others which was illegal until the 1960's They would go up Cross Edge where he could see all around for the local bobby. Apparently he had an air gun which he took with him as an excuse as to why they were out up the fields in case the bobby came for him. I think the story that he shot a policeman's hat off with his pellet gun is apocryphal. He lived in Short Street opposite the Lump of Coal and had a reputation of being awkward or colywessun as we say in Brown Edge I was always admonished by my father as "that's the Pel in you" if I was being awkward or naughty (Pel was my Great Uncle) Apart from once embarrassingly calling him Mr Bacca, I have several memories of this character. He lived at the top of Fiddlers Bank and was the grandfather of my friend Alan Adderly and I remember him showing us how to make both Puss nets and long nets (to catch rabbits in) He told us stories of how he and others would traipse all over the fields to catch rabbits in his younger days. He also told us how to catch hare, (which is a fair skill) call rabbits and foxes. While sitting and telling us these things he could spit into the fire between a kettle and pan that were warming there. As a boy I was impressed with this skill! I wish I could remember all the stories! I think my first memory of him was at someone's funeral or memorial service (i think it was my Great uncle Bill Tomkinsons) he was sitting on a Tombstone dressed in old fashioned black clothes with a hat just like off the front of the quaker oat box! My dad asked him if he was coming in and he said "nay ar onner goin in theyre, its dooas thee see not dooas thee doo in theyr" which roughly translated means that The Church Of England was always saying what you should do rather than setting an example itself! I think i am right in saying that his sister ran off to join Buffalo Bills Circus! I ought to mention his wife who was a slight woman who always seemed to be working hard washing clothes etc and dashing around the village. Kiteing was a Brown Edge boys favorite pastime and every boy knew how to make a kite. "If thee kate goos up an dine theyts got too much teelins an if its goinn from seyd t seyd theyasne gotenuf". The more skillful having a piece of string so long that it needed several kites to keep it in the air. I remember my Uncle Edwin Turner telling me of a time when he and Sam had a a kite string so long that it stretched from Highest Point across to the Rocks over the Hollow (St Anne's Vale) unfortunately the string broke and they had to bike up to Smallthorne to get it where it got stuck on some lines. Another story involving Sam Bang was a habit of his to place a clod on the chimneys of the houses down St Anne's Vale now called Rose Cottage, and to wait until the owners would come out coughing and choking. Jimmy and Billy Cud
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