Can any one remember the Bee Hive, which is what we called the area which is now the car park infront of the Egremont Hotel? I,ve always wondered why it was called that.
Used to love getting the tea pots of hot water [our mums supplied the tea] and the chips from the chip shop at the bottom of Tobin street. I can still taste those wonderful chip butties with the crunchy sand in them ,no matter how hard you had tried to get your hands clean.
Before my time, but my Mum (when she was primary school age) and her family and friends used to practically set up camp on the beach at Egremont in the summer. They didn't have much money at all, but took deckchairs down, strung sheets from poles for changing room and shade and made windbreaks; then out came the knitting, someone would light a pipe, and the children would amuse themselves for hours on end in and out of the water. I have little snapshots of them obviously having a happy time there, though I'm sure things were difficult for them in the 30s. I work five minutes walk from the Egremont Ferry, so am familiar with the area now.
Can any one remember the Bee Hive, which is what we called the area which is now the car park infront of the Egremont Hotel? I,ve always wondered why it was called that.
Used to love getting the tea pots of hot water [our mums supplied the tea] and the chips from the chip shop at the bottom of Tobin street. I can still taste those wonderful chip butties with the crunchy sand in them ,no matter how hard you had tried to get your hands clean.
Cannot help with Bee Hive but a bit higher up the Prom was a grass slope we called The Green Hill. My Grandmother worked as a waitress at Mother Redcap's Cafe, as did her friend a Mrs Beardmore. This friend was very severe and wore her hair in two plaits on top of her head. She never got electric light and had gas lamps as did not like new-fangled things.
My twin and I used to take turns pushing each other in our old twin pram. Mum gave us packed lunches and we often went to Egremont Prom down Manor Lane by the side of St Mary's Church in Withens Lane.We had happy times that did not cost any money.
Not too sure if the club Davy Jones Locker (which used to be part of the Egremont Ferry itself - not the pub) may have had another name. there are still pubs called the Beehive.
In the late 1950's, when the Eggy was my father in law's local, we used to go in the back room in the evening "The Boys" would have their guitars and would be playing some old songs for then "oldies" and some skiffle for the " youngies" [who are now older that the original oldies ! ! ! !]
The bell would ring, which meant that the police were on their way in [[[no music licence at that time]] So the guitars would go under the seats before the police opened the door..then the conversation would go something like this...."Everything O K everybody ?? all behaving yourselves ? ? ?" "yes" would be the chorus.
As the police exited the door, one would pop his head back in and make a request for the next song......but they had done their duty, not music had been taking place when they checked the premises.
That photo reminded me that there was a Royal Naval Club in the building. My parents and grandparents used to go there.And Ken Dodd was a regular "artiste" there. If I remember correctly he crowned the Coronation Queen in 1953 , who was my cousin, now living in the USA & I was a page boy!
In the late 1950's, when the Eggy was my father in law's local, we used to go in the back room in the evening "The Boys" would have their guitars and would be playing some old songs for then "oldies" and some skiffle for the " youngies" [who are now older that the original oldies ! ! ! !]
The bell would ring, which meant that the police were on their way in [[[no music licence at that time]] So the guitars would go under the seats before the police opened the door..then the conversation would go something like this...."Everything O K everybody ?? all behaving yourselves ? ? ?" "yes" would be the chorus.
As the police exited the door, one would pop his head back in and make a request for the next song......but they had done their duty, not music had been taking place when they checked the premises.
Long before that my Dad used to run a weight-lifting club upstairs in the Egremont Ferry pub but they were worried about the ceiling coming down.
Jim Mcculloch used to go to it.
One boy was so poor he used to wear his sisters navy blue knickers instead of the proper gear.
Would imagine this would have been before WW11 as my Dad was born in 1912. ##those were the days~##
