Victor Lister
Victor Lister was born in Freckenham in and lived all his life in the
village. He left Freckenham School at thirteen and worked for his father as a
warrener. He later worked for a local farmer then as a lorry driver and
occasional chauffeur to the rector until he retired. He died in 1994 at the ripe
old age of eighty-eight. Luckily for us he recorded his memories in 1991. He
still spoke with a strong Suffolk accent, something rarely heard today, and this
memoir tries to capture something of its richness:
'I was born in Freckenham in 1906 and it was a lot different to what it is
now, I can tell you! M'father was a Freckenham man, too. He was a warrener and
gamekeeper for Mr. & Mrs. Paley, up at the big house
and when I left school I went with him. He used to go about trappin' rabb'ts,
'cause there were thousands of rabb'ts around here at one time, and
m'grandfather and grandmother used to take 'em to Newmarket and sell 'em. They
made half a crown or something like that, they'd take the skins off 'em and cure
'em and the skins would make almost as much as the rabb't in them days. We used
to dry 'em so the skins were clean. Sometimes they would have a sort of bluish
mark on the fur and they didn't make so much as the white ones did, not real
white, y'know, a sort of greyish white.
We used to set traps and snares all over the burrows first, then we'd put in
seven or eight ferrets. They were loose ones but they'd be wearing a choke - a
muzzle made out of string. You'd put a choke over the nose so they didn't bite a
rabb't and stay with it, because if you didn't put a muzzle on 'em they'd attack
the rabb't and kill it and stop with it and eat it. And we used to have a line
ferret - we'd put a collar and line on it, seventy yards, we knew the length of
the cord 'cause it was in yards, y'see. Then m'father, he'd lay down on the
ground and listen and he'd hear where that rabbit and ferret was. I don't think
they used to poach so much round here. We used to lose a rabbit sometimes. We'd
set a trap but sometimes when you went back they'd be a leg in it but no rabbit
- somebody had pinched 'em out! I worked with m'father quite a few years, three
or four, but he never paid me nothin' - a little pocket money, 'bout a tanner
something like that! You couldn't buy much with that - a penn'orth of
sweets!
Mr. Paley was a good man to work for. He paid m'father a wage but he could
have these rabb'ts over and above it. Mrs. Paley was a very kind lady. She used
to have her cook make up a big pot of soup twice a week and anyone could go and
get as much as they wanted, it was good soup too.
They had some lovely horses y'know, thoroughbreds, not heavy. He had five
horses and he wouldn't let them go in the Army, this was in the First World War.
' He loved those horses. He took 'em up the road here - I can take you to the
spot now where he had them all shot - dug a big hole and had 'em all shot and
buried, just kept one for himself. He used to have lovely carriages. He had five
and he had them all shot bar one, that was the one that he used to ride
.'
© Sandie Geddes 2000