One day I was larking re-ally-o with the baynes in tenfoot when I aid me mam balling forrus, shewoneid us to go on rerd forr sum penny ducks forr the owl man's packin' up.
Halfway there I saw our kid an askied im to give us a croggie on is bike. He towled us to get lost an is gunna bray us up cos I'd towled the owlman ease been knocking off ginger an chudding. Jus then an oss n rully passed us on its way to ragshop, so I gorr lift on that.
When I gor om a chimney sweep ad just been, the owse was as black as thee ace of spades, me mams best curtains were covered in soot so she med us tek em to bendix. I pur um on the baynes tansad an booled em there. On the way one it siled down and me new black sannies got soaked so I stopped off at me best mate's owse to dry em. His mam med us sum pikelets and give us a bag of goodies to share.
Hope its a berra day tomorrer cos we're all gunna go to Witherunsea and if watters warm weel go swimmin. Before gerrin train ome weel go to a caffe for patty, chips n scraps, breadcakes wi best butter an a jugger tea.
Stan Judge
One day I was playing Hide and Seek with the children in the alleyway when I heard my mother calling for me. She wanted me to go to the shops for her to buy some cold meat balls for my father's lunch.
On the way there I saw my brother and asked him if he would give me a ride on his bicycle. He told me not only that I should leave, but that physical violence would occur if I remained because I had told our father that he had been knocking on people's doors and running away and stealing apples.
At that point a horse and carriage passed on its way to the clothing shop so I was able to get a lift.
When I arrived home a chimney sweep had just left and the house was very dirty. My mother's best curtains were covered in soot and she asked me to take them to the laundry house. I put the curtains in a baby's carriage and took them there.
On the way home it rained very heavily and my new black gymnasium shoes got wet so I shopped at the house of my friend so that they could dry.
His mother made us some crumpets and gave us a bag of sweets to share.
I do hope it is a better day tomorrow because we are all going to Withernsea and if the water is warm we will go swimming. Before getting the train home we will go to a cafe and buy fish cakes, fried potatoes and some fried bits and breadcakes with best butter and a jug of tea. Thank you to David Fletcher of Fletcher & Son Pork Butchers for providing a translation of "penny ducks" which are still sold in their shops in Hull.
Dear Remould,
I saw a news item in today's Yorkshire Post regarding Hullisms.
When I lived there five years ago, I worked with a girl who had belonged to a Hull Club at Durham University. You could only belong if you could say "Arfa Larga and a sner ball" correctly.
My own favourite was Barry Stockdale of BBC Radio Humberside giving a weather report in 1979 saying, "There's ner sner on the rerd."
Other gems which come to mind "'Ezzle I Rerd" (Hessle High Road), "Serp on a rerp", "School's berrin' ".
Ah - memories!
Yours sincerely,
Chris Thomas