When King Edward 1 took over the port in 1293, it became King’s town, thus Kingston. Wyke came from vik a Scandinavian word meaning creek.
At one time in the old town of Kingston Upon Hull, ships sailed around the town. Because of the tide fluctuations coming in from the River Humber where it meets the River Hull, the town of Hull was constantly being flooded. Some areas built up walls to keep the flooding at bay. The River Hull was a dumping area for many years and thus the town had many bouts of cholera. There were so many people buried around Holy Trinity at one time that the whole area stunk. When epidemics hit, the grave diggers just could not keep up with burying people and they began to pile body upon body without much dirt cover. The main hospital was across the street so being sanitary was unheard of and many more people died. It finally became so bad that Holy Trinity started a new cemetery severals miles away, cleaned up the mess and today, it is cemented over.
In the market area of Hull about a block from Holy Trinity is a golden statue of King William I on a horse.
It is said that there was originally a thistle under the foot of the horse, but it was stolen by the Jacobites who were indignant on seeing the horse of the king who superseded James II trample on the national emblem of Scotland.
We stayed at Ferriby at a very post place called the Humber Crown, right next to the River Humber and not far from the large expansion bridge.
It is a small world; the next day we met an Elder Howarth from Burley, Idaho and an Elder from California while attending an LDS church in Hessle. While in Dublin, I ran into a couple at the Mission Home who had lived at Elba, Idaho and who knew my mother and my grandparents. After tramping through the Hessle Cemetery with no luck in finding any relatives, we took off for London.