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Memories of My Childhood and Teens in Kibworth 1953-1970
By Ann Jones (formerly Probert, nee Fisher)
Dover Street
As a family we moved from Birstall, Leicester, in 1953 to reside at 5 Dover Street, Kibworth
Beauchamp. I was just over 4 years old. Our family consisted of Sheila and George (who
was away in the RAF most of the time), Audrey, myself and Julie, plus mum and dad. My
dad was a builder by trade and bought the
house consisting of two plots, from Ward's
who were butchers. When we moved in,
there was a side of bacon hanging on the wall
in the kitchen. The living room had the old
enamelled fireplace with built-in oven. The
front room had some kind of plant growing
through the floor; both rooms were brick
flooring and uneven. The kitchen had the old
copper-lined tubs for washing, an old
enamelled range to cook on, a walk-in pantry
and a cupboard under the stairs that we
called ‘crab hall’ as it had big spiders in it.
Upstairs had three bedrooms. One had a
huge hook that ran through the length of the
house, which dad told me was there to hold
the house together (scary for a youngster!).
We had a lean-to outside that housed the
toilet and coalhouse. We did have plans to
have a bathroom built on, but dad never got
around to it. Our baths were in an old tin bath which was kept in the outhouse. I think that
old Mr Ward had not been able to bother too much with the house and when he died it was
sold just as it was.
The garden had loads of fruit trees. The pear tree attached
to the side of the house was a winner; I won the Whitbread
tankard for the best fruit exhibit at the Kibworth Working
Men’s Club annual show. I was a keen gardener; we also
kept chickens, two dogs, cats, rabbits and a couple of geese
at one point.
Number 3, which was part of the property, had our garage
on it where dad kept his motorbikes, one to ride, the other
for spares. Our neighbour was Mrs Croson who lived at
number 1. After she died, and a few occupants later, the
top of the land was sold to build a bungalow. At the other
side of us was Ticker (Billy) Badcock and his wife and son
young Billy. Then there was a gap, later sold to the Smiths,
then Mr and Mrs George Knott (Mrs Knott was a piano
teacher), then the Peberdys. Further down were the
Holyoaks, Tom and Lesley, who I went to school with;
there were other siblings too, and Raymond Iliffe next. At
Ann Fisher, at front, with sisters Sheila and
baby Julie in garden of 5 Dover Street c1954
Ann Fisher holding trophy for
best fruit exhibit c1965
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the bottom of the street coming back up towards Fleckney Road, there was an elderly couple
who drove around in an old black car, like a model T Ford or something. He wore a bowler
hat and she a bonnet, very Edwardian. The other families I can remember were the Simons,
Bromleys, Dave Arnold, Aggie Dewick, the Grants and French's Michael and Geoffrey who I
used to torment.
The Johnson and Barnes’ factory
extended from the top of Dover Street,
down to two cottages, and then on to a
large gateway leading to the loading bay
and yard; the surface was covered with
coal slack or cinders. I always remember
the swishing noise of the machines in the
factory, especially if I was laid up with
measles or such like. After the factory
closed, it was used by some sort of
plastics’ company for a while. Some of
the land nearby was sold to the Butteriss,
the family of my future brother-in-law,
who had a road contracting business. A
house was built (later demolished) with a
yard behind to park the rollers and trucks. During the construction of the driveway, part of
the house next to it collapsed, the residents having to move out. I am sure that this was
covered in an article in the Harborough Mail. No one was to blame, just nature.
At Christmas, Kibworth Brass Band used to tour the streets, playing carols on Christmas
morning, which was lovely, but my dad drew the line when the milkman stopped outside our
house and decided to rearrange his crates every day. Dad told him that he didn't mind during
the week but at the weekends could he go and rattle his crates somewhere else.
Dover Street was a cul de sac during those years.
Schooldays
I went to the infant school set back from the square, in Paget Street, then to the junior school
opposite the village hall, until the new school was built at the Hillcrest Avenue estate. When
that opened in 1959, we were all transferred there.
Dover Street, Gladstone Street and Prospect Road were all blocked off by hedges. In the
summer we used to take short cuts through the hedge and across the fields, to the tin bridge,
and then up to the school. Otherwise I would have to go through our back gate, where
allotments backed up, then up White Street to the main footpath to the Hillcrest estate and
school. All those fields were farmed by a farmer called Welton, whose brother Eddie was
also the school headmaster. We played a lot in those fields; there was a brook and further up
almost opposite Dover Street was a small reservoir enclosed by fencing that was on railway
property, where steam trains used to fill their water tanks up (or so we were told). Also there
was a small hut for the railwaymen on the trackside. We used to climb over the fence, and in
the reservoir were the biggest tadpoles I had ever seen, newts and big water beetles which I
caught in a net made out of an old stocking to take home and put in my pond, made out of an
old Belfast sink or into the big tank at the bottom of the lean-to. Although we were
Beauchamp kids, we did go sledging up ‘Top Kibbuth’, as we called it, to the Munt. I always
knew it was a burial mound, but it was damn good sledging and beat Welton's hill near the tin
bridge. A pity it's been fenced off. We also went to the Old House which we knew as
George Fisher arriving home at 5 Dover Street:
note side walls of the Johnson & Barnes’ factory
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General Jack's, as it had the best conkers in the village; we tried to get them without being
seen.
When the time came to end our time at junior school, we all took our 11 plus exams. I was ill
with chicken pox, so I missed mine and had to go to Church Langton to re-sit them when I
was better. Not all of us were destined to join the ‘elite or snobby ones’ as we called them -
those who went to the Grammar School up School Lane. I was relieved to find that I was to
join my mates at Hanbury Secondary Modern School at Church Langton. We all caught
buses provided free by the education authority to get there from all over the surrounding
areas: Fleckney, Saddington, Mowsley and Laughton hills, both Kibworths, Gumley, Smeeton
and Foxton, Billesdon area, Medbourne, Hallaton, Slawston, and Welham. The kids came
from all over, until the school was transferred to Kibworth High School formerly the
Grammar School. I think we were the last year to leave school to go to work before the
transfer. My sister Julie was due to leave the juniors then, but she went to the High School
and not to Church "Lang".
We did have some fun and made new friends from other villages. One I have to this day is
June Hill (now Grey) who emigrated to Western Australia many years ago. We used to go
everywhere together, to village dances, when we were older and to Finney's in Market
Harborough to see the Walker Brothers and other groups or to the pictures, both no longer
there.
During our summer holidays we amused ourselves with various things. I went to my friend’s
farm, on a hill between Smeeton and Gumley, the Cooley’s. Sometimes I would help to get
the cows in for milking or I would ride their horse, a cantankerous beast that waited until you
got near with the bridle, then would gallop to the other side of the field, or I just used to play
hide and seek with Pat and Michael Cooley and the Scattergood's Jackie and Paul. Sometimes
I just went fishing in the brook for sticklebacks with a bent pin and worms.
The cricket field was near Dover Street so I used to go there a lot. At the back of the fire
station was the bowling club, so there was plenty to watch in the summer. I was a busy child
wandering everywhere, so I knew a lot and went to many places out of the way, sometimes
walking or on my bike. I was a great nature lover and took note of plants and animals I saw.
The Calverts, John and Richard (Nipper), lived opposite the Johnson & Barnes’ factory.
Others were Connie Warren and on the corner of Imperial Avenue lived Cecil Berry (I think
his name was), who was the W.M.C. secretary. The Lees, Taberers, Vears and Wetheralls; I
went to school with the Lee twins and Michael Wetherall. The others I knew all lived on
Imperial Road. Gambles wood and builders’ yard was on the corner, with Winkie Oram's
chip shop next door, which looked as if it was in a converted front room. I was sent there to
get fish and chips for tea as a treat, some of the best I have ever tasted.
More Memories
Across the road at the top of Dover Street was 1A, then Charlie Simons, who I think at one
time was a parish counsellor. His bottom garden backed on to the side of ours; the fence was
made of railway sleepers. My dad had a running battle with him. Charlie kept chickens and
pheasants. One day Charlie was hammering wire netting on to our fence: dad went out to see
what was going on and asked him what he was doing. Charlie told him he was putting the
netting on to keep the birds in, so dad asked him if he had permission to do so, to which the
answer was “no”. "Well this is my fence, so you can just take it off” said dad. Charlie
thought he was kidding, but dad was adamant and told him to take it off or else. It was taken
off. When this was done he told him to ask for permission, which he did; he then told Charlie
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he could put it back on, but not to take liberties again. I thought he was a strange man, as one
day he stood on the fence throwing stones at the dogs making them bark, then when dad was
arriving home from work, he came round complaining that the dogs were barking. I'd already
met dad and told him what I had seen; dad had words and chased him down the street to the
shed that Charlie had at the bottom of Dover Street and let him stew there for a bit.
Next door to him was the entrance to the old Johnson and Barnes’ storage shed. This made a
brick side to Charlie's garden, with windows at the top. His lad was firing airgun pellets at the
windows; I told dad this. So when Charlie came round to tell dad that I had broken them
throwing stones, dad said that if the frames were not riddled with airgun pellets, he would
replace them free of charge. Of course they were full of holes!
The house in front was let to American servicemen stationed at Bruntingthorpe; also some on
Fleckney Road too. After they moved on, it had others in it, including the Cannons from
Fleckney who I knew. Next to the club were the Holyoaks, relatives to those down Dover
Street.
The Working Men's Club was
where my dad spent a lot of his
free time, as a committee
member and in the darts’ team,
where he was known as the
"shark". He won a lot of cups so
maybe he made short work of his
opponents. We loved the club
outings, as children. We got up
very early, skipping down to the
station, to catch the train the club
had booked for the day to take us
to the seaside. The train would
pull into the station, to be loaded
with all types of beer, pop and
crisps, then off we would go.
Great Yarmouth, Hunstanton,
Mablethorpe, and Cleethorpes
were some of the destinations.
This was until the station was
closed under the Beeching plan,
then we had to go by coach to less exciting destinations. This was a popular annual
occurrence and it was such a shame that the station had to be wrecked completely, as the club
train was usually full of eager villagers and it brought us all together.
Dad sold some of his bottom land to the club to extend their car park, at the back of the club,
after they got rid of the allotments. He wasn't particularly worried at this stage, as he still had
the bottom gate. It was only when he sold number 3 plot and moved his garage to the bottom
of the garden with nice steel ranch gates that the problem arose. He came home from work to
find a 6ft fence blocking our access. According to our land deeds, we had access rights to use
it as an entrance. He went to the committee to ask them to agree to it under those
circumstances but they refused, saying if they allowed one, everyone would want it. He was
really annoyed about it and felt totally betrayed. After a bit of a dispute, they agreed to
pedestrian access as a compromise; some deal as not long after they allowed Smiths to use the
access route to park one of his coaches, a bit different to a motor-bike or car.
Kibworth Working Men’s Club, Darts Competition
Left to right: Roy Underwood, Sal Marabella, Tony Eales,
Eric Grant, Albert Muggleton (presenting prizes), Cyril
French, Brian Ablett, George Fisher (receiving cup),
Fred Hollingsworth, Arthur Coleman
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Next to the club was a shop owned by a little old lady, later sold to Tom and Ivy Goldhawk;
their son Christopher was my first boy friend at 5 years old. They sold up and moved to
Hampshire. After them it changed hands a few times.
Across the road on the corner of Halford Street was White's electrical shop. My brother in
law John Gibson, who married my sister Sheila, worked for him as an electrician. I was
friendly with Diana White. The band hut was at the top: my other sister, Audrey, had her
wedding reception there. The Pells and Bill and Madge Pinnock, who were the club's
steward, lived on this street too.
This end of Fleckney Road going towards Garners the greengrocers, later to be converted to a
launderette, had the Deacons on both sides I think. Then there was another shop on the corner
of Harcourt Road, I can’t recall what it was. Opposite was Terry Sedgley’s the butcher,
where dad had a weekly account. Ravenhills was on the corner of Buller Street. I also
remember Billings the builder. Newtown bakery - I used to love their cakes and the smell of
fresh bread from the ovens situated at the back of the shop, down Kimberley Street. It was
later owned by Geoffrey Lee, the brother of the Lee twins, my mates. Across the road was a
hairdresser.
Fox's was next to the entrance to the ‘recky’ (recreation ground). I remember one carnival
when they put in a polar bear in a glass case as part of the procession. The other side was the
scout hut which I remember was not used much, more for some kind of storage at the back.
Down the ‘jitty’ was the recky, with swings and things. At the bottom was the tennis court
and below that was the old speedway track which my brother used to go to. He came back
one day complaining that someone had pinched the old ‘sit up and beg’ bike that he used; dad
told him not to tell anyone in case they brought it back. Barker’s fair stood there, a circus and
the village bonfire on November 5th.
Balfour Beatty had a yard going down towards the Co-op. There was a row of houses I used
to hide behind when I attached cotton to Miss Morrison's door knocker at Grey Ladies
opposite. I pulled it, the knocker rapped, she came out, had a look around, muttered, then
went back in again.
Welton’s farm was next to the Co-op, with entrances either side. Then St Wilfrid’s Hall: I
went there to get mum’s divi on divi day (divi = dividend); I still remember the number, 3096.
We also went there for jumble sales. The shoe shop was further down, and then Alan
Timson’s; he was disabled, rode a big 3-wheeler bike and lived on Rosebery Avenue. The
next shop sold all sorts of things, wallpaper material and knick knacks.
The chip shop was opposite, my last port of call on my way back home from youth club held
at the village hall on Mondays and Fridays, with a dance every month with a live band. I was
on the committee and sorted out any female disputes, which usually started in the toilets. We
went pony trekking in Wales, which I enjoyed.
Next came Olivants and then Worthingtons on the corner of Smeeton Road. Opposite was
Arthur Tomlinson the barber solely for men; I knew Myra Tomlinson. Callaghans the baker’s
were next door with their daughter, Belinda. Then there was the Seat; it was a place where
we all used to meet up; my dad thought it was funny and used to tease me about it. The
‘electric’ building was set back and I seem to remember Balfour Beatty had some kind of
connection, if not there, then at the yard next door. Rowe’s the newsagent then Dr Barker’s
surgery were opposite. I think the old fire station used to be there before the newsagent. It is
now a news shop.
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The square is where we caught buses to Leicester or Market Harborough areas. Past the old
junior school in Station Street was the Railway Inn and then a ‘jitty’ that led up to the
Grammar School; the chemist was next to that.
Across the road going back up towards the square was the village hall, then a greengrocer that
sold cakes and flowers. Next was the Post Office, how could I ever forget that!!! I left my
first child, Natalie, asleep in her pram outside it; I got home thinking ‘I'm sure I have
forgotten something’. In sheer horror I realised I had left my two week old baby down at the
post office. I ran like the hounds of hell were after me to find she was still fast asleep. I
pushed her back home, in a rather guilty but relieved manner (her husband now says, are you
sure she wasn't swapped).
George Lynn’s was next and around the corner was a draper’s shop which I seem to
remember being converted to the Midland Bank. The Old Swan pub came next, and across
the road on the corner of Weir Road was Stanbridge’s farm and opposite lived Bill Gibson
and his wife, one of the sons of PC Gibson.
PC Gibson was related to my eldest sister Sheila, by marriage; her husband John was one of
the sons, along with Bill, Violet, Christopher and Arthur. They were all quite tall. Arthur and
his wife Mary lived in Buller Street. PC Gibson was buried in Kibworth cemetery, with quite
a big turnout and a comprehensive obituary in the paper. His grand-daughters Nicola and
Joanna emigrated to Australia along with their children; some were born in Australia. His
grandson Craig remained in England with his wife. I am sure he would have been extremely
proud of them all.
My sister Sheila worked for Gent’s at the Leicester Road site and knew a lot of the girls there.
A summer occurrence was the occasional appearance of the ‘French’ onion man on his bike.
The old style Gypsy caravans pulled by horses visited and also on a regular basis the rag and
bone man, who we used to follow with his horse and cart down our street, waiting for the
horse droppings, which were good for the garden.
These are a few of my memories
of my time in Kibworth. In all I
had a full life as a kid and the
freedom to do it. Times seemed a
lot safer then as people looked out
for each other. I am pleased to be
able to share some of these
memories with you and have
more if I think about it. These are
the main ones.
As an after thought, 5 Dover
Street was haunted - but that’s
another story.
February 2011
Wedding at St Wilfrid’s Church, Kibworth 1968
Left to right: George Fisher (Junior), Craig Gibson (child at
front), Cliff Butteriss, Audrey Butteriss (nee Fisher),
Jane Butteriss (child at front), John Gibson, Sheila Gibson
(nee Fisher), Joanna Gibson (bridesmaid at front),
Geoffrey Probert (Groom), Ann Probert (nee Fisher, Bride),
Susan Butteriss (bridesmaid at front), George Fisher,
Juliet Fisher, Renee Fisher, Nicola Gibson