A Yorkshire Almanac Comprising 366 Historical Extracts, Red-letter Days and Customs, and Astronomical and Meteorological Data
Norman Harding. 2005. Staying Red. London: Index Books. Reproduction by kind permission of Index Books. Get it:
.I was singing “Lazybones,” sitting on the top step of our home in Shakespeare Street, using one of the wheels of my little metal tricycle as the steering wheel of my imaginary car. From the top step Mum and I would wave to the old people who were in St James’s Hospital, Beckett Street, housed in what had been the old workhouse and is now Thackray’s Medical Museum. Dad came home from work, pushed past me on the steps, and smiled when he heard me singing “the lazy song,” the song I would ask for whenever he was playing the piano. “You can bring him in now.” That was the voice of “Aunt Maggie,” our neighbour. The date was 27 June 1933. My father came into my bedroom, picked me up out of my bed and carried me into Mum and Dad’s bedroom and pointed to my brother Keith, who was lying in a drawer taken from the sideboard that was acting as a makeshift crib. I was four years and two days old.
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Harding’s dad probably had the sheet music of Hoagy Carmichael and Johnny Mercer’s song and may have known the early recording by the British bandleader Jay Wilbur:
Harding’s Shakespeare Street ran parallel with Beckett Street and was replaced during slum clearance by the Shakespeare flats – Shakespeare Approach, behind the flats, follows some of the same path. The modern Shakespeare Street was Harding’s Glebe Street. Here’s a map overlay and here’s a 3D visualisation from Google Maps:
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I was singing Lazy Bones sitting on the top step of our home in Shakespeare Street using one of the wheels of my little metal tricycle as the steering wheel of my imaginary car. From the top step Mum and I would wave to the old people who were in St James’s Hospital, Beckett Street, housed in what had been the old workhouse and is now Thackray’s Medical Museum. Dad came home from work, pushed past me on the steps, and smiled when he heard me singing ‘the Lazy Song’, the song I would ask for whenever he was playing the piano.
‘You can bring him in now.’ That was the voice of ‘Aunt Maggie’, our neighbour. The date was 27 June 1933. My father came into my bedroom, picked me up out of my bed and carried me into Mum and Dad’s bedroom and pointed to my brother Keith, who was lying in a drawer taken from the sideboard that was acting as a makeshift crib. I was four years and two days old.
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