AIRE STREET, KNOTTINGLEY
Dear old Aire Street, gone now, a scene
from the past,
Still it holds for us fond memories
that will forever last.
From Petty’s Corner to the ‘Flatts’,
then on towards Marsh End,
Each building and each character we
loved just like a friend.
The cries of the tradesmen, late on
Gas lamps hissing and flickering,
giving out an eerie light.
‘Willie Wray’ offering a rabbit and veg, for only one shilling the lot,
"Here, take them", he would
shout, "Make a stew, all warming and hot."
Dear old Jimmy Hollingsworth, the ‘Norman
Hartnell’ of the street,
His mufflers and flat caps, such style,
to buy a new one was a treat.
Backhouse’s, McDonald’s, Jabe Hargraves, The Meadow, Master Grocers all,
Nostalgic smells, like pure coffee,
bacon and cheese, how many can you recall?
The little shop known as the ‘Habro’
with its selection of books and toys,
A great delight at Christmas time,
bringing joy to the street’s girls and boys.
Carnival Days, when Aire Street would
be decked out in her best,
The gaily decorated ‘Floats’
stopping at the ‘Buck Inn’ for refreshment and rest.
In August for a week or more, the ‘Feast’
would come to town,
Screams of fear and happiness would
ring out, as the swings flew up and down.
The Circus, the travelling shows, the
‘Palace’ on Saturday nights,
The boxing booths, where a lad could
win ten bob, for only two fights.
In the name of progress Aire Street was
Now in its place new houses stand,
their windows all netted and polished.
My sincere best wishes to the residents
of this new community,
And I hope they will find the same
happiness in Aire Street
That Aire Street gave to me.