|Letter to the Northants Advertiser, July 1960|
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Jack had three sons: “Georgey”, killed in World War One; Johnny, died at Burton Latimer; and Henry, still living at Burton Latimer.
Then there were the Hoods also of
In addition a number of famous showmen and showwomen are buried in the quiet churchyard at
All these good people were pioneers in the success of Rothwell fair, Desborough Feast,
They were happy, carefree affairs family affairs almost where everybody was friendly and there the smell of sawdust and naptha flares, the clang of balls against iron plates, the shrieks of girls as their “gallant Swains” took the swing boats higher and higher and the tons of confetti, water squirts and teasers, all meant good fun.
And who remembers “Sausage Hannah” the dear old lady with her “sausage and bread a penny, my dears”; all steaming hot and really good to eat?
And those big sweet stalls with their “gilt” gingerbreads, fair rock and brandy snap presented by
Joe Lowe’s Nonpariel horses from
Then, above all, those two massive cinema shows,
Each had troupes of dancing girls and clowns on the outside “parade” and there were great rows of electric arc lamps and thousand of smaller lights on the organs all for “adults 2d. children 1d” Alongside were those massive steam engineers.
In those days there was no cause for the newspapers to headline, “Fairs and Fights” as was the case with the “Advertiser”.
There were, of course, always a few who would like to have started something, but it did not get far.
It is not the fault of the showmen they have enough to do to look after earning their living. I think it can be summed up in one of the late Tommy Essam’s big notices: “My best advertisement is a satisfied customer”.
But it isn’t quite the same today, is it?