I was born in 1963 and lived in Syston, 5 miles North of Leicester until 1986.
Memories of that period were of not being able to get out of the village on a Sunday until nearly 11am.
I can remember the clock tower being in the middle of the village and it was always entertaining watch the Midland Red buses try and get around it as they headed for Barkby. The war memorial was later moved to the central park. I didnt spend much time at that park, I spent more time at the donkey park that backed onto the railways lines. On this park I would sometimes watch Syston St Peters play. In those days there were countless buses through the village going to places as far away as Grantham. They were green Lincolnshire buses and they were rare to spot.
I went to see the cycling milk race one day as it passed through the village heading towards Melton.
When I lived in the village, the railway station was closed, it only reopening after I left.
I started my school life at St Peters and St Paul Infant school in School Street, then moved onto St Peters and St Pauls Junior school. in Upper Church Street. From there, 2 of the classes went to Roundhill school at Thurmaston , before returning back to the recently opened Wreake Valley Community College.
In the early days there was a cinema in the village on Melton Road. I think it then became a bingo hall before becoming a small supermarket. It was opposite a pet shop that my dad would tell me he nearly bought in the 1960's.
Not much happened in the village, or if it did, we never had much to do with it. We had the carnival once a year in the early summer on Donkey Park, and the Sports Gala at the Junior School.
Reverand Wall was the vicar at St Peters and St Pauls school when we were involved with it. The church changed their services at one point at that caused us not to attend anymore. I remember the best part of a Sunday morning was the sausage roll and a coffee after the service. In later years we would go to a service at 8am which had the advantage of meaning that you had a free day afterwards and that one didn't have the hymns in.
We didn't visit anywhere much when I lived there as my dad liked his garden to much. My dad was a steward at Syston Working Mens Club for quite a while and played skittles for the team there, later also playing at Queniborough.