The fact that Brickie Dick was well acquainted with the long
arm of the law is confirmed by Tony Shinn who worked at one time for Harry Pullan.
Brickie Dick had also worked for Harry Pullan who told Tony Shinn that although Brickie
Dick was a first class bricklayer, he was also a first class beer drinker. It
seems that every Monday morning without fail, Harry Pullan was obliged to take his
pony and trap to the police station to bail Brickie Dick out so that he could start
work. This tale says much for Brickie Dick's skills at bricklaying but less for his
skill at holding his ale. Other residents of the cottages were Sally Grattan and Stivvy Kelly, already mentioned. We have no photographs of these dwellings but it seems clear that their accommodation was somewhat basic - not the most desirable residences in Barwick! Ernest Hague remembers a story about Brickie Dick which was told to him by Billy Robshaw who, as a schoolboy, used to go with Ted Hartley to light Brickie's fire for him just before he returned from work. When Brickie came in he would set his meal out on the table, then say to the boys, "Be quiet now lads, watch. they'll be coming soon". The bays waited with a mixture of fear and excitement for they knew not what! After a few moments, mice would begin to appear from the corners of the room. They would climb up the table legs and take their places on the table, ready to partake of the meal! As a bricklayer, Brickie Dick was highly rated by his boss Harry Pullan. However, he was never able to read plans and so needed close supervision to make sure he left spaces for the windows, etc. Another amusing story survives to the effect that on one occasion when Brickie Dick had been left to his own devices for too long, he became so carried away with his work that he bricked himself in, having failed to leave a space for the door! Despite his limitations. Brickie Dick worked on many houses still standing in Barwick today, including the six terraced cottages at the top of the hill in The Boyle. (25-35 The Boyle). |
JANE DEACON |