Alan.
Friday, January 11, 2008 18:31 |
Has Sutton gone to sleep?
Has Sutton gone to sleep I ask myself? Has someone put the lights out? My daily fix of nostalgia has been blocked because only four people have contributed to the forum since the turn of the year. Come on young Monkhouse, Laycock etc. surely you have not run out of anecdotes and tales. (Just for your information I have dropped some more photos in the lap of our webmaster. ) Then I realise that you, like me, are now both off cummed 'uns. Let's see if we can waken them up again. Maybe Sutton has gone to sleep after all. |
Paul Wilkinson
webmaster
Friday, January 11, 2008 19:15 |
Hi Alan - yes it has been very quiet on the forum - apart from the spam messages that I have to filter, which outnumber genuine posts by about 20 to 1.
There are several items piled up in my inbox, but just at the moment earning a living and other commitments have to take priority so I'm only making slow progress. There's a big project going on behind the scenes and I'm sure the results will be worth the wait!
Paul
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Andrew Monkhouse
Sunday, January 13, 2008 07:29 |
Gone to sleep ! on the contrary Alan, I have to regularly shackle my fingers together to stop me from impulsively blathering on and completely over-dominating this forum.
As for your daily fix of nostalgia, I agree, this web-site is great for providing plenty of that, especially for those of us who live hither and dither and on the far side of the planet.
Another fix that reminds me of home is Coronation Street, which provides me with a half hour of ‘escapism’ on a daily basis. A couple of years behind the storyline in the UK, but hey, riveting stuff ‘The Street’.
Then there’s the Leeds born singer/songwriter Jake Thackray – sadly no longer with us, who brings Yorkshire into my garage on a regular basis. Just to explain, my garage is the equivalent of a man’s shed and is where I spend most of my time when at home. It’s a big double garage and houses everything except the cars which live up the drive way.
Inside the garage I have a 3-burner barbecue strategically placed under the side-window where I cook all my bacon, eggs, steaks and everything else the doctor tells me is bad for one’s health. The grog fridge with all my ‘turps’ is over in the corner, CD player with a wide selection of music (except for crap, rap or whatever the modern term for music is these days), a dining table and chairs (in case I want to invite the wife and kids inside for a meal – occasionally it happens), candles strategically positioned in candelabras around the inside perimeter of the garage and I’m as happy as a pig in Chicago.
Anyway, back to Jake Thackray, most of his music was recorded between 1967 – 1976 at EMI studio’s and many of his songs share common themes including breasts, cleavages, wild shepherdesses, heather and bracken, pinafored maidens, booze, gossiping women and all things misogynistic.
I sit in my sanctuary on an evening time with a inane grin on my face, candles flickering all around me, tinnie in hand from the grog fridge next to me which is set at the lowest possible temperature, listening to Jake Thackray singing ‘Bantam Cock’ and I’m back in Yorkshire for the evening.
So you see Alan, I’m also in need of a daily fix of nostalgia
Must say, I’m rather intrigued to know what Paul’s ‘big project’ is all about. Guess all will be revealed in due course !
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Brenda Parsons
Kent
Sunday, January 13, 2008 17:23 |
Until Paul unveils the 'big project' maybe the following will help to while away a minute or two!
It's a poem by John Hartley entitled 'It's Cappin'.
It's Cappin'.
Wheer is thi Daddy?
Wheer is thi Mam?
What are ta cryin' for,
poor little lamb?
Dry up thi peepies pet,
wipe thi wet face,
Tears o' thi little cheeks
seem aut o' place.
What do they call thi lad?
Tell me thi name,
Have they been oinin' thi?
Why it's a shame.
Here, tak this hawpenny,
and buy thi' some spice,
Rocksticks or humbugs
or summat 'at's nice.
Then run off hooam agean,
fast as tha' can,
Theer, tha'art alreight agean,
run like a man.
He wiped up his tears
wi' his little white brat,
An' he tried to say summat,
aw couldn't tell wat,
But his little face breeten'd
wi' pleasure all throo -
A-a! It's cappin sometimes
what an hawpenny can do.
This is on an old undated clipping from some magazine or other, it could be The Dalesman perhaps, but I don't know as I didn't cut it out to begin with. It also mentions that John Hartley wrote regularly in the old 'Clock Almanack'. Does anyone know of this poem or the 'Clock Almanack'?
Any hawpennies I got went straight into Polly Ogden's, somebody must remember that shop and that section of counter where agonising decisions over which two goodies for your hawpenny you were going to pick. If you had a penny you could choose four goodies or my favourite, a hawpenny stick of licorice and a hawpenny's worth of 'kaylie'. That's the best spelling I could come up with for what you got, pink, yellow or green sugar crystals I suppose they were, served up in a cone shaped white paper bag. You sucked the solid black licorice stick and then stuck it into the 'kaylie', repeat the process several time and you eventually end up with a pointed stick of licorice, turn it round, repeat the process until you have nothing left of the licorice to hold, at which point into the mouth it went and got chewed until it disappeared. The solid licorice took some chewing too, much better than that bendy stuff the shop sold which didn't last very long. If the licorice disappeared before the 'kaylie' then the right hand index finger was a good replacement. OK you couldn't suck your finger to a point like you could with the licorice but you did end up with a beautiful colour dyed into your finger! If it wasn't that it was licorice root, remember that stuff? It looked like twigs and you chewed the stick until you had extracted all the licorice and were left with a handful of raggy yellow strands.
Now if all that doesn't wake the nostalgiaphiles, nothing will, and I'll be fair capped!! |
stan
Monday, January 14, 2008 08:31 |
Hi Alan
it has gone quiet hasn't it ?
One that may start a few memories going- does anyone recall the Sutton Ladies football team of the late 60's early 70's ? And where are they now ?
Somewhere I should have a slide of one match taken in the park if Paul can do anything with it
Stan |
Paul Wilkinson
webmaster
Monday, January 14, 2008 09:49 |
See if this will put you on...
http://www.yorkshirepostcards.co.uk/prints.htm
Sets of old postcards of Sutton and other villages, there's one of particular interest to Brenda!
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Darren Green
Monday, January 21, 2008 04:49 |
A big hello to the forum.
If only the village I live in now and many others throughout the country took pride in itself like Sutton In Craven still does what a wonderfull place we would be living in. If circumstances would allow I would move back to Sutton in a heartbeat.
We all seem to be wrapped up in our own lives with pressures of work and family commitments and forget that our villages have long and fascinating history's. I visit regularly to see my parents, bringing my children and wife with me and weather permitting spend time in the park. The park, the wonderful park jumpers for goal posts, the park keeper telling you off for taking clumps of grass out of the putting green because you thought you were teeing off at Andrews, meeting your girlfriend in the drain pipes they use to have in the adventure playground, the smell of bazzoka bubble gum and Tizer, sorry I seem to have got carried away in the moment there.....back to reality, walking up the clough or down in the 1900's wood by the football pitch.
The kids think it's wonderfull & it evokes such strong memories from my childhood because a lot of Sutton has remained unchanged. I know there is property development going on but that still does not seem to diminish Sutton's splendour.
Congratulations Sutton on keeping so much of your past alive on this website.
Darren Green
Barlby.
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David Laycock
Monday, January 21, 2008 12:38 |
Hi there Alan from "young" Laycock (I like the Lad),
Just to show you I am not a sleep yet. Check yorks postcards Sutton No 8d Skipton?
I have just returned from my Summer Hols down at the beach, and not looked at an e mail for 2 weeks.
So I will be responding as per AP's request asap.
I have just said goodbye to my Cousin, Ann Conyers (Wood) and her husband Roger W who are on holiday over this way and have spent some time reminiscing so there could be a topic coming up. |
David L
Monday, January 21, 2008 12:45 |
Stan
There must be a lot of photos of football teams of great interest to many I have sent Paul one which requires a few names added.
Andrew you sound like the Aussie "Norm"? |
Andrew Monkhouse
Monday, January 21, 2008 21:23 |
Hmm, I wasn't gonna respond but you've got me scratching my noggin David. Who or what is the Aussie Norm ??? Does he live in a garage too ? |
paulw
webmaster
Monday, January 21, 2008 22:06 |
Norm from Cheers? |
David Laycock
Tuesday, January 22, 2008 12:16 |
Andrew,
Actually "Norm" was the name of a figure in Aussie tv adds. depicting a rather large person, who was sitting in a lounge chair at home/garage with a stubbie in his hand watching TV.
The message behind this was part of an add to get of one's backside and go out and participate in some activity etc. etc. etc. I wasn't referring to you, it was your description that reminded me of the ad!
Paul
What about that team photo I sent you some time ago? |
paulw
webmaster
Tuesday, January 22, 2008 13:11 |
David - it's in the queue! |
Andrew Monkhouse
Wednesday, January 23, 2008 00:29 |
Hmm, can’t say I’ve seen that ad’ David, must have by-passed little old Adelaide. Shame, I’d like to have seen myself !
We get plenty of other beer ad’s though, particularly the “keg on legs” Australian ex-cricketer David Boon who still holds the world record for consuming 54 cans of turps (Victoria Bitter) on a flight from London to Sydney !
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David Laycock
Thursday, January 24, 2008 12:05 |
Andrew,
The ad in question was for a "Life be in it" promotion.
Talking about D Boon remember the "Boonie Dolls"? |
Andrew Monkhouse
Thursday, January 24, 2008 23:37 |
Yes, I had a Booney Doll, a small David Boon look-a-like doll that would chatter away whenever the cricket was on TV – free with a couple of cartons of Victoria Bitter.
But of course Booney has since been given the flick and is no longer the face of V.B. Shane Warne has taken his place and yes….this year I got a free Warnie Doll (and a Warnie wig) with 2 more cartons of grog !
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Maurice Atkinson
Sunday, May 11, 2008 21:24 |
Is Andrew Monkhouse any relation to Ivan Monkhouse (1940's Sutton) ? |
Jeanette Harmson
county durham
Wednesday, May 14, 2008 10:14 |
Thanks Alan and forum well that seems to have set the ball rolling again i check the sutton web weekly (well daily if i admit )to read all the interesting by gone's and of now forums and love looking at the photo's i lived in sutton for a while as a child and it was from this site that i had found a school photo of my self which was fantastic as i did not have many photo of my self as a child I love hearing of the shop's Polly Ogden's as Brenda Parsons just mentioned brought flash back's and i love hearing the banter from the like's of
Andrew Monkhouse and well just every one so a big THANK YOU all
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Andrew Monkhouse
Thursday, May 15, 2008 02:23 |
Hi Maurice, yes Ivan & I were cousins. His dad & my dad were brothers. Ivan spent most of his adult life living in Canada, he sadly passed away in March of last year. |
Maurice Atkinson
Thursday, May 15, 2008 08:05 |
Oh dear..Ivan and I were at Sutton cp school at the same time in the '40s.
Same time as Paddy Reape, Glyn Whiteoak etc. I am not a Suttoner, I lived just over the border in Crosshills. |
Andrew Monkhouse
Monday, May 19, 2008 00:07 |
Hello,ooooo (echo, echo), is there anyone there ???
Looks like ‘the Craven’ is having another snooze Alan !
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Barbara Chapman
Sutton-in-Craven
Monday, May 19, 2008 14:02 |
Hello,ooooo Andrew. WE are NOT asleep I have Aunt Rose looking over my shoulder and laughing at all your antics. So Behave yourself and dont take too much Grog. Don't know where the rest of Craven is. Your loving cousin Barbara. |
Andrew Monkhouse
Monday, May 19, 2008 15:21 |
Aha, smoke signals from the Craven at long last. Hello Barbara and Aunty Rose, wish I was there with you now. Cup of tea and a fig-roll and a right good chin-wag – not that I talk very much you understand !
Wonder where everyone else is ? Maybe they’ve hibernated in one of those tribal meetings of the elders in the Black Bull tap-room.
Ciao for now
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