An excellent post from Vicky summing up the sense of Yorkshire pride in our home county.
I too rebelled against the 1974 Local Govt Act that took away our precious Ridings and always addressed mail to my parents in the West Riding. Not West Yorkshire. It was a very big issue. It still is.
So this reblog, thanks to Vicky, is not just for her, but also for Dawn in Queensland, Aus; Sandra in Spain up the road from me, and Kev who is actually in ‘Ull. The only one of us in Yorkshire. Like Vicky they are all from the East Riding, whereas I’m from t’ mill towns in t’ West Riding.
And to everyone who supported the Yorkshire start to the Tour de France, you did our county proud.
HAPPY YORKSHIRE DAY to all Yorkshire folk wherever you may be living :-)
Very patriotic us Tykes!
I don’t think there is another county in the UK that has a special day.
Yorkshire Day was initially celebrated in 1975 by the Yorkshire Ridings Society, as a protest to the local government re-organsations of 1974.
I had been living in Worcestershire since 1969, but I remember how incensed I felt when suddenly Beverley (my birthplace) Hornsea (where both maternal and paternal grandparents lived) and Bridlington (where my uncle lived) had suddenly been moved from the East Riding of Yorkshire to North Humberside.
How dare someone, sat in a government office mess with ‘Gods Own County!’ ……….so I set about my own little protest (not alone I doubt) and made a point of addressing any correspondence to my family, in bold, underlined, capital letters EAST RIDING OF YORKSHIRE.
The county of Humberside was…
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roughseasinthemed 
I actually received a nice card from Yorkshire Tea (Taylors of Harrogate) to celebrate Yorkshire day. Little do they know I secretly like a rose of another colour. On the same subject tough, I was incensed when Stockport which had always been a Cheshire address ( posh) suddenly became Greater Manchester and until recent times with the death of an Aunt always addressed letters to Stockport Cheshire.. It’s funny how we get a grip on certain things and refuse to let go, just like Yorkshire Terriers in fact.
xxx Massive Hugs and a Happy Yorkshire Day xxx
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Ha! I’m a Warringtonian and we resented being moved from Lancashire into Cheshire! It is also Swiss National Day today, so I am celebrating that with my husband, but wishing all the Tykes good cheer.
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And what about Liverpudlians moved into merseyside? One of the worst acts ever passed. Treasonable. Now I shall always remember Swiss National Day of course! And thank you. Even Lancastrians are better than southerners. And Warrington used to have one hell of a good rugby team. Remember Alex Murphy?
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What do you mean, used to have??? I still think of them as the Wires who played at Wilderspool, and can’t get enthusiastic about the new fangled Wolves who play at the Halliwell. I remember Alex, but to my mind he never did as well as Brian Bevan.
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I can’t bear these awful names. Sounds like American something teams. The New York Demons or the Detroit Cheaters etc.
He played a match to half time at our local ground and he was superb. He was player manager at the time and getting on a bit but he was one very shrewd person. Was Bevan before my time?
And Warrington were fast. Well fast. I loved fast rugby, not the hard heavy slog. Not sure if that was when Green Vigo was playing, I’d have to look it up and I’m too idle. A great team at the time.
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I suppose Bevan was before your time…he played from 1945 to the 60s, so my era. Leeds didn’t want him when he came from Australia, so he came to Warrington. Your loss! He was the most prolific try scorer in the history of rugby league.
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Yup. I was born in 59, and only started watching in 70s mid teens. The Murphy match was towards the end of his career when I was around 17. My dad took me to rugby on Sunday as a relax for me studying for a levels. Well that was his story.
Dewsbury did win the championship around that time. Amazing as they weren’t the best team, but they had a couple of good players who could make all the difference. Just remembered think Vigo played for St. Helens? There were some great Lancs teams. Saints and Warr were my faves. I hated matches with Pontefract and Castleford, such a dire struggle. Widnes weren’t fast but they were sure as hell tough. Couldn’t break through them in a million years! I enjoyed my rugby :)
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Not my choice of tea but everyone else seems to like it. I do like white roses though, but sadly seem to have blooming red ones in my garden :(
I wonder if my snowy white Podenco counts as a sub for a white rose and a Yks terrier. Thanks David.
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I must arrange a New Forest day… ;)
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Indeed you must if no one else has already done so.
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Thanks for the reblog :-)
I don’t think any other county has the depth of passion as Yorkshire does.
Ha David, I have recently inherited a Yorkshire Terrier when my mum died…….you’ve certainly hit their character on the nail.
Sorry K, I know you don’t like the tune, but we have to show the world our Yorkshire passion:
When the Tour de France came to Yorkshire
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I liked your post. A good mix. And as I couldn’t post my own, given where I was, I thought a reblog would be just fine in this case :)
Snowy might as well be a terrier too, hunters, ratters, rabbiters, all the same. Great characters though.
Will looky when finished comments. Or have I seen it before? So impressed with that travel destination thingy. Yay, Yorkshire. Just that we knew all along. Still, better late than never.
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Ran over to the original post. Illogical changes smack of bullying, tormenting, and doing things “just ’cause we can and you can’t stop us, so there.” No way to help people get along.
It IS a very big issue. All protests are worthy efforts.
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As i recall it was really about changing electoral boundaries disguised – thinly – as a very expensive reorganisation of local govt. It wasnt just counties that were changed, local councils were savaged too. People dont like their identity being messed with.
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We get upset when some idiot wants to change street names to “honor” some person someone has decided is important. I can’t imagine this. “Place” is important to people.
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I remember a local pub name being changed to the John F Kennedy. Quite what the relevance was in a Yorkshire heavy woollen district rag town was beyond me.
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Well meaning people stumbling along blindly?
Like a new resident from out of state asking to rename NASA Road 1 for President Obama…who dismantled/ underfunded the space program – severe cuts directed at this particular NASA center ….
Never let a few facts or reality get in the way.
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Haha. My first few hours back online and that got a well- deserved snort.
Golden journo rule – never let the facts…
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Being only five I didn’t register much protest to the change to be honest but I do remember my Aunty Dorothy hauling me along to the post office regularly to complain about it! She used to strike through the Humberside bit and write ‘not known at this address’ and wave them at the counter staff! If I remember right the biggest problem was that folks on the east side of the Humber did not in anyway shape or form want to be associated with the other side of the Humber, the yellow bellies of Lincolnshire who as urban myth had it, ate their boiled eggs upside down. I even wrote a poem about Humberside in the nineties for small publication……mainly because I was looking for something to rhyme with tide! But by my late twenties I started to reclaim the East Riding of Yorkshire as all the councils and public authorities did as well and though it is a bit of a mouthful and takes up a lot of room on an envelope there is something very satisfying in an historical sense about it. Myself, my husband and both the children were all born at Beverley Westwood hospital, and long after the maternity suite moved to Hull Royal Infirmary I worked on the same site, at Beaver Lodge, for the Yorkshire Wolds and Coast PCT. I don’t think I can get anymore Yorkshire than that?! Happy Yerrrrrksher Day Kate, I’ll have a cuppa tea to celebrate, not a Yorkshire tea bag unfortunately, and with water a hell of lot softer than the limescale scoured stuff of Yorkshire here in South East Queensland :)
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Ah well I’m a good few years older than you. Although we got to keep both yorkshire and west in our address it wasnt the same so i refused to use west yorkshire. It didnt exist for me and countless others. I addressed post to yorkshire and proudly started to add west riding. They had a fit of riverside counties – tees and tyne come to mind. Pretty stupid creating counties around a natural boundary.
Never been a yorks tea fan – too strong for me.
Vicky who wrote the post was born in beverley too :-)
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Hi NannaP, small world eh? I was also born at Beverley Westwood hospital.
I’ll raise me cup o’Yorkshire tea to you!
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Cheers Vicky! We can buy Yorkshire tea bags here but it’s not quite the same because the water is different. In the first month we emigrated to Queensland my husband met a work colleague who was also from Beverley and a supplier rang him from Sydney and recognised not only the accent but our surname. This guy was in his late fifties and had lived in Oz for decades but was previously from Skidby (where hubbies family are from) and had sat next to my husbands Auntie in primary school!! Small world eh?!
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Skidby. Isn’t that the place with the windmill? That you mentioned on your blog recently?
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Yep that’s the one, short walk from Cottingham where we last lived in the UK and I grew up Anlaby Common area.
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Lovely reblog Kate. I wish more people had so much passion. :D
Have a great weekend hon. ♥ Big Hugs ♥ to you and the beasties. xxx
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Cheers Sonel. We are a bit passionate about our county of birth. It’s a beautiful place, as is I’m sure SA. Vicky wrote a fine post, and I thought it worth sharing. Thanks ❤️❤️
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Happy Yorkies Day! Kate! I was born a true Geordie in Blaydon (Where Men are Men !) within sight of “The Tyne ,The Tyne, the Coaly Tyne, the Queen of Aaall th’ Rivvahs ” :-) That too has been mucked about with by these faceless wallahs polishing their arses in big offices far away from ” Canny Toon”! But I’ll join your protest if only to add to the numbers..I’m too old to go sitting down in the streets or marching and shouting Maggie, Maggie, Maggie, OUT! OUT! OUT! ( them was the days, my bonny hinny) :-))
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Abuelo Eddie!! Como estas?
I never learned Geordie for all the years that I lived there. I had a secretary from Gateshead who would speak beautifully when required but could switch into whay aye hinny at the drop of a hat.
I loved my years in Newcastle. Couldn’t understand the fixation with going out in mid-winter virtually stark naked in the Bigg Market though.
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Muy Bien, hija mia! I know you’re not really my daughter but your not far off, and your communication skills are far in excess of hers.
Enjoyed your tales of your Spanish neighbours… and the bit about
” Both my neighbours felt the Civil War. Her father was arrested and taken to prison in Northern Spain. She never saw him again”
……is so reminiscent of my first meeting with my prospective father in law. At his home in La Linea and right through the entire evening, he kept his old black beret firmly on his head…. I mentioned this to then girlfriend who was “trapped” on the Rock by Franco’s intransigence over the Gib. border and who could cross it. She told me to ask him next time and duly taught me the correct words to say… the next weekend I met him at his local bar and bought a round of drinks. As usual the beret was firmly in place and I came out with “Oiga Papa, porque te llevar el gorro siempre en su cabeza?” With out a word he raised the leather trimmed edge a couple of inches and I saw the reason, a huge horizontal scar running right across his forehead where he’d been arrested along with his brother and incarcerated in a concentration camp, out side of Valladolid. Part of his torture involved being tied to a vertical post and a red hot steel band was then applied with great force to his forehead. And this was to a man who was completely a-political, a mild, well mannered and courteous man whose only sin was to go out with his more fiery brother and be picked during a wave of arrests during Franco’s early days as “El Jefe”
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Maybe I should call you Papa Eddie then :D thanks about the skills, spent my life in communications so hope my skills are ok.
It sounds corny but it really is like living through history talking to my neighbours about their youth. It also makes me realise the benefits I had. She never went to school, doesn’t read and write, he only does because his parents saved for a travelling maestro to come and teach him from time to time. My great great grandparents were reading and writing and this couple are my (dec) parents’ age.
I guess every family, sadly, has more than one civil war tale, but they should not be forgotten rather, remembered, so that’s why I like to write about m neighbours’ sad familial experiences. Your fil story is in the same vein, sad and sobering.
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I enjoyed Vic’s post, and wouldn’t have known about Yorkshire Day or its history, and I repeat the same quite, as it also applies, I think, to you among the many of us who may not live where we think of as originally home but it holds a dear place in our hearts, “Where we love is home – home that our feet may leave, but not our hearts.” Oliver Wendell Holmes, Sr.
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You are right, it is a good quote. And applies perfectly to you as well as vic and me. I really like her post, she pitched it just right.
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I’m pretty sure Cheshire ( or at least, Chester) has a special day – probably around the time I left!
Yorkshire is that county “Up t’north” where they all speak funny, have to wear an ‘I love Emmerdale Farm’ badge and have more ‘t’s’ than anyone else, right?
The more things change, the more they remain the same.
I think the Yorkies are still pissed about Henry Tudor to be honest.
BTW, do they make a good beer in Yorkshire? I can’t remember. ;)
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It’s up north.
I loathe Emmerdale.
And it’s t’s. Not ‘t’s. Don’t mess with Yorkshire dialect.
Yorkies – oops Halphone had an averia and changed that to girlies, must have realised it was you – were pissed OFF with anyone messing with their county. Your Americanisms are so quaint. Like you 😀
Depends what sort of beer you like and as you don’t drink, smoke or whatever else, it’s hypothetical.
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I have been known to imbibe from the hop.
What Americanismisms… ?
To date my favorite beer is Boddingtons. That’s from Yorkshire isn’t it? ;)
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In the past…
Pissed. Not on hops. It’s pissed off in the UK. Never mind. I have drafted a really helpful post about Americanisms. I haven’t even mentioned your name :)
Lancashire beer is vile.
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Phew…..You slander Manc. beer but provide no alternative? For shame.
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Tastebuds currently corrupted by San Miguel. Previously hand-pulled (;)) Tetleys
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I thought Tetley made tea bags? I have to go for dinner…Catch you later?
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Of course, I can’t run very far.
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And never understand what those little boxes mean, either?
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Boxes? Boxers? Don’t my emojis show up for you? I don’t double boot so no idea.
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Sorry, nothing but little squares.
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If you had a decent computer…
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Thanks for sharing this. I actually didn’t know much about this at all, I’m ashamed to say.
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No need. You live down south and come from America. It just happens to be a big thing for those of us who come from there. I don’t know what state pride is like in the US. Here in Spain, the big ones are Catalunya and Pais Basco, followed by Galicia – all have their own languages. But when asked where they a from, a Yorkshire person will often say Yorkshire before country.
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Cheers me hearties! :D Ava cuppa on me!
Always knew that roughseas was a bloody trouble maker. (the kind I like!) :D
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It’s not speak like a pirate day :rolls eyes:
Thanks but celebrations call for something more interesting than tea.
Me? Trouble maker? I think you are confusing yo with someone else, precious.
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So, why are pirates called pirates?
mucho cervezas!
Mm. (as if!) ;)
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it’s so long since I read James Herriot’s tales, but he seemed to love the Yorkshire Dales, despite their low temperatures.
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I was never a Herriot fan. Didn’t like the TV series, so never read the books. The Dales however, are lovely.
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