The Church 1954, Bamburgh
The Church 1954, Bamburgh Ref: B547031
Memories of The Church 1954, Bamburgh
Grace Darling's Tomb
Visiting the Grace Darling Musuem, then her grave in the churchyard opposite, was an annual event while on holiday on the Northumberland coast. Peering through the bars around the tomb I was often reminded of how my grandmother had pulled herself up, slipped and put a metal spike through the base of her chin. As I could never spot a scar between the wrinkles I doubted the veracity of this tale. It was however confirmed, with admonitions, by her older sister and my other great aunties. Whenever I visit today (about once a decade sadly) I still wonder on which spike it was that my granny had hooked herself. I visualise an elderly Gran spatchcocked on the iron railings even though I have since been told that she was 12 years old at the time of this mishap.
Bamburgh & local memories
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First Home After The War
When dad got out of Royal Navy at the end of the Second World War he took a job as a coastguard and was stationed at Bamburgh. The coastguard lookout was on the east side of the castle and a great deal of his duties in those days was to keep us kids away from washed up mines and great globs of crude oil that used to wash up on the beach. We were one of the few families that had a phone because of his job. It was a monster of a box with a grate handle generator built in. I attended Bamburgh village school under a teacher called Miss Ford who taught one of the 2 classes there. I had a very interesting young life, climbing the ivy-walled castle and the rocks by the golf course. A big day out was a trip to Seahouses and care had to be taken not to miss the return bus as they only ran twice a day. I spent many an... Read more
