Memories of Lismore Road:
For most, if not all, the time I lived there we didn’t have a telly. I remember going to the Lepeck’s down the road to watch the coronation and later watching Quatermass at Mrs Jessop’s next door.
My father was sales manager at B&J Sipel. The Sipels were German Jewish cutlers who escaped persecution in their home country. This, although I didn’t know it until much later, was rather ironic. My father had been interned during the war, on the Isle of Man, as a member of Oswald Mosley’s mob.
I had an older brother, Bob, who was born in 1939.
Something not talked about in my presence, ever, was a younger brother, Andrew, who died at the age of two having eaten my mother’s “iron pills” as sweets. He’s buried in Abbey Lane Cemetery.
The road itself is steep at the top, then there were few, very few, motor vehicles about so we played as much on the road as anywhere else. In the winter sledging was the thing to do, I had a flat heavy thing that hurled at enormous speed on the ice covered tarmac.
The houses on our side of the road were big – attic and basement.
From bottom of the road to the top:
The Howarths, Bertie and Dennis, were kids my age(ish), I think they had an older sister (Betty?);
Lepecks: three kids, if memory serves: Tony, the oldest, then Helen and a younger brother whose name escapes me (Andrew?). Tony died after falling down stairs and the family took that as a comment on their lapsing from the Jewish faith. They’d been escapees from Germany before the war. They had the first vehicle on the road: a motorbike and sidecar. I think Mr. Lepeck was a tailor, but that might just be stereotyping.
Further up were the Shelleys and the Garlicks(sp?) – they had chickens in the back garden. I think they were related – were the mothers sisters? There was a youth my brother’s age at each house. One was Freddy, can’t remember the other’s name. (dredged it up: Herbert?)
We, at number 38, had an air raid shelter, several beautiful silver birches and loads of elderberry bushes (I didn’t connect them with elder trees until much later). The small front garden had a laburnum which was always in full blossom on my birthday. My mother’s mother, Emma Elizabeth Needham, lived with us: she was a bespoke seamstress with a few “posh” clients. I believe that she had been an employer of several girls when she lived in Upperthorpe. We had a cat called Comma whose life, I’m afraid, I made a misery; he left.
Next door above were the Jessops, a couple with no kids, he must have died sometime as I have dim memories of him but mostly of Mrs J on her own.
The Ackroyds lived in the top house with two kids John and Stuart (Stewart?). The Ackroyds got a Sunbeam 90!.
Our house on Lismore was owned by Sipels, as was Jessop’s next door. When my father left there to start up a Sheffield factory for Arthur Price of Birmingham we had to move. For a short while, about 18 – 24 months, we lived at 116 Holmhirst Road.