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Summer Times is the Journal of the Old Scarborians Association

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who were my cricket companions. But I re‐<br />

member <strong>the</strong>m all, and in my mind’s eye I can<br />

still see those run stealers flickering to and fro<br />

in everlasting sun on Oliver’s Mount. In my<br />

memory <strong>the</strong>y are as <strong>the</strong>y were <strong>the</strong>n. They do<br />

not grow old, and I do not forget that I was<br />

Above: Mike Rines and ‘Geezer’ Merri‐<br />

wea<strong>the</strong>r walking out to bat on <strong>the</strong> only<br />

occasion Mike captained <strong>the</strong> school side –<br />

only for Mike to retire hurt after being hit<br />

on <strong>the</strong> point <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> elbow by a r<strong>is</strong>ing ball.<br />

37<br />

very privileged to be one <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong>m.<br />

TED LESTER REMEMBERS<br />

(1933-39)<br />

The Scarborough<br />

Cricket<br />

Festival<br />

When I was born, within<br />

<strong>the</strong> proverbial throw <strong>of</strong> a<br />

cricket ball from <strong>the</strong><br />

North Marine Road, <strong>the</strong><br />

Scarborough Festival had<br />

been in operation for<br />

almost fifty years. I first attended <strong>the</strong> Festival<br />

as a as a schoolboy when 7 years <strong>of</strong> age – my<br />

parents always knew where I was at Festival<br />

times ‐ but my real recollections stem from<br />

about 1934. At th<strong>is</strong> time it was an integral<br />

part <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> cricket calendar. It was <strong>the</strong> end <strong>of</strong><br />

term celebrations for players and acquaintan‐<br />

ces to make new friends and to remin<strong>is</strong>ce, a<br />

time for conviviality, banter, and, above all<br />

for Yorkshire hospitality and generosity at its<br />

best. Th<strong>is</strong> was a wondrous opportunity to<br />

absorb <strong>the</strong> atmosphere – <strong>the</strong> occasional cries<br />

<strong>of</strong> ‘Rowntrees’ pastilles, clear gums, sugared<br />

almonds’ from sweets sellers plying <strong>the</strong>ir<br />

trade to <strong>the</strong> accompaniment <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> Scarbor‐<br />

ough Town Silver Band which played con‐<br />

The <strong>Old</strong> <strong>Scarborians</strong><br />

XI with <strong>the</strong> Hospital<br />

cup. Back: George<br />

Mackinley; Stan<br />

Lewsey; Mr Hoving‐<br />

ton; Unknown; Un‐<br />

known; Reg Atkin‐<br />

son; Ge<strong>of</strong>f Denn<strong>is</strong>.<br />

Front: Mr Stoddard;<br />

Sam Brooke‐Dyde;<br />

Mr Rossington; Ted<br />

Lester; Paddy (?)<br />

Waterhouse.

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