Trevor Hall’s Book

20 September , 2017 | 0 Comments | Filed under: 2017, October 2017

Dear Editor,

A friend of mine visited Tideswell recently and brought me a copy of Village
Voice. I found it very interesting and especially to read about Trevor Hall
and his reminisces of being a local postman. I remember Trevor from very
many years ago, approximately 60 years actually, when as a local Tideswell
youth I spent my Christmas and occasional summer student vacations working
at the post office. I had for many years`, as a teenager, been a Sunday
newspaper deliverer with a rather large round, so large in fact that I
needed two newspaper bags. I would collect my first bag from Ernest
Underwood who had a sweet shop in Church Street and he would take my second
bag to my parents who lived at 23 Pinfold Crescent. My round started In
Queen Street at the George Henry Lee`s garage and the village bakery and I
covered the whole of Buxton Road, Gordon Road, Pinfold Estate, Sherwood
Road, Summer Cross and all the lanes between Sherwood Road and Gordon Road
and Queen Street. This paper round gave me an unique position at the post
office because I was the only temporary postman who could face up and
deliver his own mail due to my knowledge from the paper round. I was thus
always the first person to be taken back as a Christmas temp and also to
help out during summer holidays when regular staff would be away on
holidays.

I enjoyed working thoroughly with Trevor and his colleagues. There was
always laughter and fun around the place with jokes being played on people.
There was another student David Shirt, who was an arts student, very
interested in France and French, and not very athletic, and like a number
of us had a French pen pal. One Christmas we decided to play a joke on
David and we managed to put together an envelope containing a balloon, and
even to get a genuine French stamp put on it. Then mysteriously one of the
postman sorting out the incoming mail, triumphantly shouted out to David,
for all to hear, that there was a French letter for him and promptly gave it
to him. David was thoroughly embarrassed as he received and felt the
envelope. Seeing the stamp and everything he believed it had come from
France and that it did contain something he did not wish to receive. We
never found out if David opened the envelope or not.

It was a real pleasure to know that Trevor was still alive all be it with
failing eyesight. Please give him my sincerest regards. It is many years
since I last lived in Tideswell and there will be few residents who remember
me but Trevor just might. His wife trained my eldest sister to be a
hairdresser.

Yours sincerely,

Dr Keith Watkin

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