THE CRIES OF NOT SO OLD BARTON
This idea came to me when my brother Ernie and myself were talking about Barton as it was. Some of the characters of the 1920s 30s that we knew came to mind and in particular some who made a living by various means, unknown today. Of course as soon as we started down that road we both said Jim Sharpe and the call Now You Fish Buyers. There is a photograph in a local publication which shows a white coated Jim in Soutergate selling fish from his handcart to Mrs Mitchell, Taddy Mitchells mother. Jim was a cheerful man with a good line in chat and patter, Norah Mager, Cressey as was, remembers him telling her mother, in an almost apologetic tone of voice, Sorry, Gertie, but its fourpence a pound today Why apologetic? Because fourpence was fourpence and enough fish for a large family would cost, money was scarce and Jim knew it. I can remember him having his cart on the White Swan frontage on a Good Friday, he had a good sized halibut on it and did a fair trade. His fish came in on the train, as it did for Fish Bennetts shop in George Street, Ernest Goodhand at Beck Hill corner and probably the eleven fish and chip shops of that time.
of you may remember the Cadora in Burgate near Dr. Kirks and
the Post Office.
Another enterprise was that at Barton Fair Jim would rent space for a stall from the fair people and his chum, Norman Bodge Hopper, wearing a top hat, would parade up and down behind a net barrier and the lucky punters would pay to throw coconut shy type wooden balls at the hat. Succeed and a coconut was the prize. The Kipper lady had a small front room shop in Fleetgate about where Clipsons hairdressers were situated. She always got her kippers on the 4.pm train and customers had to wait until she fetched them and was good and ready to serve them.
Was she a Lawtey? I was at school with Bill Lawtey, 1925-30 and we always called him Kipper Lawtey. Another fishy venture was that of George Mager who had a small boat, which he sailed to the Pall sands where he netted shrimps. These he boiled on his way back to Barrow Haven or to the creek at Spencers brickyard, the one used by Earles clayships. These were sold along
the banks and in Barton. His family was pressed into service here. My Grandmother used to send someone with sixpence and a large bowl and the fresh shrimps were much enjoyed.
Another man brought cockles and mussels around in a pony and trap. Householders would buy a skep full, a largish round wooden container. Grandfather used to put them into a bucket with some pearl barley, which cleansed them if left overnight. Then into a well-used bucket and onto the kitchen fire to boil, not to everyones delight I can tell you! When he thought they were boiling nicely he would give them a good stir with the poker and when they opened up and were cooked to his satisfaction he would drain them, take the fringe off and enjoy them. My wifes father did the same with cockles from the same vendor. Phew! Wilf Welch had a vegetable round using a pony and cart and Tatie Tom (West) could be relied on for a bag of spuds when needed. Little Jimmy Harrison ran errands from the Railway Station to the shops and the like. I wonder if he took fish from the trains to the fish and chip shops like Gertie Wests and the Miss Browns on Pasture Road. Occasionally, on a fine day, the very distinctive hurdy gurdy music could he heard. This came from what looked like a piano on large wheels, the operator turned a handle at the correct speed and music rolls inside provided the tune. This probably came from Hull where the machines could be hired and the chancer, because it was a chance whether he made a bob or two or not, would take it to the ferry dray it up the ramp and along the pier then maybe go to the villages or take the guards van to Barton. I suppose it all depended if he thought he would cover his costs and make a few shillings on the day.