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Tommys Prize Pullet

Th'Owd Syker (Rowland Kippax)

Burnley Express and News

Date Unknown

Dan Halstead was one of the Old Sykers I wrote about (Express, January 20th) who were known by nicknames.
I hope relatives and Sykers will excuse me for mentioning that in the same edition the death of his daughter, Edna May - Mrs Redman - was reported.
Almost her last words to me, about a month earlier, were: "Do you know, Rowland, if I had my time to do over again, I don't think that I would change a thing".

Finest Day

I wrote of my Dad, Jim Kippax, but missed the most important day of his nearly 60 years' bandsman's life.
In about 1930, he played with Irwell Springs Band by Royal Command for King George V at Knowsley Hall, Lord Derby's residence, on Grand National Day.

So to the factory worker who won first prize at the national diary shown in that period.
Tommy Taylor worked with me for over 20 years at Queen Street Mill, and we naver had a wrong word.
He never kept more than 30 hens at any one time, yet beat all the champions with a White Wyandotte pullet he had seen in someone else's pen and bought.
He entered it for the dairy show and, the day before, took it home, washed it in the kitchen sink and dried it in its special basket before the kitchen fire.
The same night, it was taken to Bank Top Station and sent by passenger train to Euston Station, where it was collected by special carrier.

Motor Bike!

At the show it beat about 50 competitors, all crack exhibitors, and it arrived in Burnley again by passenger train two days later.

Walter Stuttard, a boyhood pal of mine at Harle Syke, moved to Chorley and looked like becoming a professional footballer.
His mother was so frightened he would get hurt playing football, she bought him a motor bike if he'd give the game up!

Clem Nuttall was also a footballer in the early 1900's. He could have gone on trial at Aston Villa at the same time as Jimmy Crabtree went. He retired from football and moved to somewhere on the South Coast.

Maggie Shack (Shackleton), a World War I widow, had a dainty shop in Burnley road. Her boiled ham, cut off the bone, has been long remembered by villagers.

Johnnie O'Bowies was son of Old Bowie (mentioned in my first article).
Johnnie was a staunch supporter, player and committee man of Haggate Band.
When he retired from playing, he always marched in front of the band, very smartly dressed in civvies, a flower in his buttonhole and wearing a bowler hat.
A good pal of my dad's.

Cotton Stockings (Nuttall), a very small man, played the big drum and couldn't see over it. the story goes that when the band turned right at Queen Street he continued marching up the road.

Four Sons

As to other nicknames, one lady whose husband had the Christian name of Pickles, but got nothing else than "Mac", said she would call any sons that she had by plain names so they wouldn't get nicknames.
She had four sons. John got nothing only "Giles"; Alban became "Mac"; Walter became "Tinker" and Herbert became "Wootton."
Another family had three sons named Harry, Billy and John - who became "Clegg", "Gully" and "Toby".

With kind permission of The Burnley Express.

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