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Hilda Marlow remembers growing up in Goadby

Goadby is where I lived for twenty one years when I was young. I was born at Mr. Miles's house and we lived there until the little cottage came empty. The cottage had two bedrooms up and two rooms down. Though there was a large room at the back where my parents slept, there was no bathroom, so it was a galvanised bath in front of the kitchen fire, on which some of the cooking was done until we had an electric cooker

.Dad would go down to the well at the other end of the village to get water with a yoke on his shoulders and then bring it back in buckets and put it in a large milk churn. It was lovely spring water, icy cold.You never had a flush toilet and you did your washing in a boiler with the fire underneath. I can remember Mum doing that and fetching the coal from the shed. We would have milk from Mr. Miles and Dad would bring it home in a billy can. The rest of the milk would be taken up to the Green in churns for the milk lorry to pick up.

Bonfire night was beside the wall going up the lane near Lily Walker's.[Field Cottage]. I was the only girl in the village until Rachel [Winnington] came along.

I can remember Mum and Lily Walker laying out Jane Sturgess in a lovely nightdress my Mother had. It was lacy cotton. Dad said someone had brought it for Mum who said it was too good to wear. Also they laid out Tom Sturgess and my Granny Creese as well.

If you wanted to go to the shop or the Post Office or the butcher's, it was bike to Tugby or Billesdon or walk. Not everybody had a car. There was no pub, so most Summer Saturday or Sunday evenings in the school holidays, Dad and Mum would take us to Tugby or Glooston pubs, walking to and from. The butcher came on Tuesday and Friday. If he was late at night, Mum would be gone to bed because it would always be around 10.30 to 11 o'clock gone. The Co-op van came on Mondays, also a veg van came and clothes men came. The Midland Red bus came Wednesday and Saturday to take you to Leicester round the villages and once a month on Tuesdays to go to Market Harborough.

I can remember sledging down Goadby Hill with some of the Barwell boys, Brian and Peter, and we would all sledge down Hoss Hills. When people came through the gated road, we would sell wild flowers, bluebells extra, and get a penny for opening the gates. We would go on bike rides, play Snobs, skipping, blackberry picking, swings, making dens in hedge bottoms, mud pies extra! I can remember going carol singing round the village, then walking up to Noseley and past the Hall and Noseley Church, carrying on to the Dower Lady and Miss Edith's and back through the front gates, stopping to sing at all of these places on our way. Then back again to Goadby where we would call in at Mrs. Joby Walker's for mince pies and some of her potato and dandelion wine. It tasted lovely. This would be on Christmas Eve or near about.

When I was five I went to school at Church Langton on the bus. I went there until I was fifteen and then went to work.

I also remember when we moved to the council house with Mum, Dad, my brothers John and Alan. Then Peter Barwell and Ros and Nigel lived in the little cottage. The last thing I can remember but not the least is Mr. Miles dying in May 1968 and Dad doing the bailing in Long Meadow before moving to Slawston in the Autumn. Just one little last thing I can remember is when I came home after work at 7.30 in the evening from Tugby on my bike. I met Lily Walker by the Goadby white sheds the two gate way. We were both on bikes and fell off, I don't know why but we had a good laugh about it. She was on her way to meet her friend.

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