|The Good Awd Tahmes|
In whatever age they live, it seems there is a tendency for human beings to view the past through rose coloured spectacles, perceiving a type of Golden Age. The following are the first four verses of Walter Turners poem which attempts to put the record straight.
The good awd tahmes? The good awd tahmes?
An yer think at yer d like em back? Then Ahll tell yer what, by Gaw!
You just should a lived as a lad when Ah did, an then yerd knaw
Better an ax for t good awd tahmes.
Theyre better awaah is t good awd tahmes,
Wi their opper an gallusies, lays, an flaals, it was ard dree wark;
Gerrin up i t morn afoor leet , an laabourin wharl lang efter dark!
Deeant tell me aboot t good awd tahmes.
|Me faather ee threshed, i t good awd tahmes
At Towthrop, a fower mahle walk, an mebbe be there afore fahve.
An ee yance get yam afoor seven at neet, ee'd getten a drahve,
A rare thing that, i t good awd tahmes.
An what could ee addle, i t good awd tahmes?
Ahll tell yer; ee addled eight shillin a week, an they gav im his meeat,
San wi six growin bairns at yam, you may bet there was monny a treeat
Oot o that for us, i t good awd tahmes.
(Walter F Turner (North Riding) 1916)
|Home Thoughts from France|
This is the first verse from F Austin Hyde's poignant poem written in France during the First World War.
Bods is singin upod bushes,
Larrocks up id skies,
Laatle cauves id cauf-hoose bealin,
Laadle pigs id styes.
Praise the Lord! Ah knaw their language
Even over here
An my thowts gans back ti Yorksher,
Land ah luv si dear.
(F Austin Hyde (East Riding) 1916.)
|King Alfred and the Cakes|
A North Riding version of the English kings culinary ineptitude.
Ev ya ivver eard tell a that teeal aboot King Alfred an tceeakes? It war a lang tahme back when t King were fighting t Daanes soomwheear doon i t sooth. E rammled off intit coounthry an put on cleeas te mak issen lewk like yan o t coounthry fooakes, dye see. Yah daay scraffling alang e cam tiv a lahtle wooden oose an lifted t sneck an gooad in. E seed at ther wer greeat rooaring fire an at t ooad wooman were beeaking keeakes.
Cum thi ways in, sha said, Ahs fair clashed ta deead , an aint tahme te dawdle wi thee fer ahve joost getten t keeakes it yune, an ah es anutter joadther te neead, sea tha can joost lewk efther em, an whativer tha dis, mahned tha dissent bon em fer ahve joost sliped oot t worral ole ant yunes varry nigh rid yat: an be sartin te ton em beath sahds tit uther else thoull kep it.
Bur is mahnd were moithered like an e fergat all aboot t keeakes - an tha began ti bon, an t ooad wooman smelt t reek an cam back i sike a fullock an all ...................
(G. Hardwicke (North Riding) 1924)
|WI Gentle, Modest Ways|
A poem advocating the adoption of a modest and humble demeanour, the second verse runs as follows:
Thers sum at struts an stammers
Becos theyve getten on,
Theyll mayhap miss tmorrer,
An life an wealth bi gone.
Best men i all creation
Are modest i ther ways,
An t humblest are most thankful
An full o honest praise.
(Ben Turner (West Riding) 1931)
|Wha wod a thowt it?|
Part of F.E Jacksons observations concerning a once thriving railway station now in a state of dereliction.
Ah stood o t station platform, an Ah wor glad that oor faythers wor safe an soond i the graves, an ednt lived ti see syke an a seet. Ah thowt o all t fooaks at used ti swarm on ti this ere platform , an noo it seeamed ti swarm wi ants, an ti feel as deead as a graveyard. The wor fooak at used ti gan bi t train teea an frae the wark ivvery day, farmers an the womenfooak went ti t market ivvery week, an t bairns, fresh as daisies, went o the Sunda skeeal trips, an the com back wi sticks o rock, an buckets an spades, ready for the beds.............
(FE Jackson (East Riding) 1967.)
|Hitler is a bad un!|
An extract from Ian Dewhirsts amusing story about an attempt to train a pet budgie to make uncomplimentary remarks about the late and unlamented Adolf Hitler.
Aw hed to hev a gert big green blinnd at t winder i them days , for t black-aht, an ivvery mornin Aw hed it to winnd up. Allus, when Ah wor winndin it, Ah use to say, Hitler is a bad un! Aye, ivvery mornin, Hitler is a bad un! as Ah wor winndin t blinnd up. An it wornt Lang afore Joey wor sayin, Hitler is a -. an then hed stop. Just, Hitler is a -. Hitler is a -.
For wiks Ah tried to get him to say bad un. but he wodnt , though hed say Hitler is a -. But he said Little Boy Blue plain eniff (though Ah nivver gat him to say Come blow up yer horn). He sahnded t letter bs wonderful i Little Boy Blue Soa Ah gat to think he wor reight Hitler man, wor Joey. He wodnt call him a bad un at nowt. Just Hitler is a -. Hitler is a-.................
(Ian Dewhirst (West Riding) 1968.)
An extract from Ruth Harrison Dents poem about parental thoughts and feelings as a young daughter sets off to her first day at school.
Wi satchel on her back, she gans
Away doon t lane te t gate.
Tis fost day off ti skeul, tha knaas,
I hooape she weant bi late.
Tis lonely Ahll bi when shes gone,
Ahs nut afeard ti say.
An Ahll bi watchin tahm cum roond
Ti fower oclock teday
Hoo will she git on wi her sums?
Ah wunner if t milks pure?
These thowts cum tummlin ti mi mahnd
Aye, these and many more.
(Ruth Harrison Dent (North Riding) 1988)
|T Peggin Rug|
A nostalgic reference to the past when life was harder but perhaps more satisfying. These are the first two verses of Christine Thistlethwaite's poem about the making a rug by hand using old clothes.
Not another hoil in t earthrug?!
Aye! Sithee, worn reight through!
They dont mek things ter last these days,
Not like they used ter do.
Tek earthrugs fer an instance,
Wi ther fancy nylon pile,
Right posh they look when spankin new-
But yer notice in a while
Ow dull theyve gone, an kind o frayed,
An t pile all worn an flat,
I allus says thers nowt can beat
T owd-fashion peggin mat.
When t winter neets were drawin in
(No telly then tha knows!)
Me mam ud start ter sooart things out,
Owd coits and worn-out clothes.
Therd be a job fer each of us
While some cut t cloth in strips,
Another cut aw t buttons of
An t ooks an eyes an zips.
We clipped until wer fingers ached
An thumbs were near red raw,
By heck! It wor a stallin job
Wi bits all ower t floor!
(Christine Thistlethwaite (West Riding) 1996)
An extract from an amusing poem by Audrey Bemrose highlighting the problems of the generation gap as it relates to computers and Information Technology.
Oor Jonny, es bowt a computer,
Thoo knaws, yan o them
"Come on Mam", e sez,
"Clap thi fingrs on ere,
Send thi wods aroond t wold
O ther wings."
"Noo thoo knaws
That Ahs frittened o flyin"
Ah answered im sharp
Wiv a shoot.
"Oh no Mam" e sez
"Thoo can bi there an back
Wi nivver neah need
Ti gan oot."
"Why oo can that be
It seams funny ti me
Ti go somewheear
An still be at yam.
Ah deant understand
Just oo its been planned
An oo will knaw weear Ah am?
(Audrey Bemrose, Bridlington, E.R.)
The following is an extract of Yorkshire prose taken directly from Walter Turners Goodies, a collection of stories in Yorkshire dialect.
It fair caps me what for fooaks want te it goodies i Choch! Yan wad reallye think at soomm fooaks couldnt saah ther prayers wivoot a goody i ther moothes. It caps owt! It dis Ah seer. T parson o Soondah ad nobbut joost getten inti tpew , an a fat oard woman i tseeat i froont o me thowt sher were fooast te ev a goody. An sher parzels er and awaah roond tiv ER greeat oard pockit at t back , an began scrattin aboot, an rattlin kays an paaper an sike like, te see if sher could finnd a bit o goody. An there sher war laatin an scrattin aboot, like a en on a moock midden, wharl wer gat te t Psalms. An sher gat that vexed, becos sher couldnt finnd yan o onny sooart, sher could scaarce bard. Sher bleeamed t bairns, yer knaw, for gerrin tiv ER pockit throof t week. Sher knawed sherd left twe or tree o t last Soondah, dyer see? Or else sher wad a getting soomm mare when she were i Pickering Setdah neet; bud noo sher couldnt finnd yan, naather a mint, ner a rooase, ner a acid, ner a anise, ner owt.................
(Turner; 1912: 1)
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