Ah! If only eh!
Like most no doubt, I often rue not either a) listening or b) asking enough when I was a kid, as my mother reminisced regarding Foulke etc.
However....
One or two things stick in my memory..
My grandfather (whom I obviously never met as he died in 1934) was apparently a well known sporting figure in Victorian Sheffield (I still have the obituary the Star printed upon his death). He was a professional sprinter in his youth and later a trainer of greyhounds and coarsing dogs, consequently knowing many of Sheffield's sporting populous.
My mum always started reminiscing about Foulke when she saw his daughter walking past our house when I was a kid.
My grandparents lived in Arundel street, court 1, next door to the Lord Nelson pub (Fanny's) and my mum said you could hear Foulke coming when he was 100 yards away such was his booming voice.
As a small girl she said she was terrified of him because of this voice and his shear size.
He'd walk straight in their house (no knocking) shouting "is he in?" (my grandfather), my mother scurrying out of his path.
Later, her and my aunt (her elder sister) would be charged with excercising Foulke's dogs.
Their task being walking them 'up t'Ball' (Ball Inn pub at top of Myrtle Road), where the sports ground existed even back then amongst what was just countryside in those days.
Foulke's relatives lived near us when I was a kid and two of his great grandchildren went to Heeley Bank school with me.
I missed the chance to extract so much more anecdotal stuff, and now, as ever in life, it's too bleedin late!