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Memories of Blakelaw
Blakelaw 1962 1982
1962 - 1982, growing up in Blakelaw, living in Lindfield Avenue going to the Walling Infant and Junior School, Blakelaw Lower and Upper School. Playing football using the garden gates as goals, playing football for Blakelaw Boys Club and Blakelaw Social Club, going for a pint in The Rokerby and The Balloon with my dad as a youngster. Playing in the quarry at the top of Sunnyway, which is now Blakelaw shops and flats, playing in the old prefabs houses that where being pulled down at Cragston Park.
Growing up and living in Lindfield Avenue, playing football in the street or up at Blakelaw Park with my brother Ken. Later playing for Montague and North Fenham Boys Club under Dicky Almond (Big Dick). Some games later for West End Boys club. Rokeby and Blakelaw Social Club. Earlier memories of playing around the streets, sledging in the snow and playing around in the old air raid shelters on Stamfordham Road. Dad (Mr Lydon) used to play the bagpipes in the garden and in the street.
Tyne and Wear memories
When Diod 60 Chestnut Avenu Get Billt
When did 60 Chestnut Avenue get built?
W Egdell Newsagent
At the tender age of thirteen I joined the other six paper boys working for Mr Preston at Edgell and sons on Fenham Hall Drive. For four years I braved all weathers at six in the morning, seven days a week, for one pound twelve shillings.I enjoyed delivering papers although winter mornings were cold. Mr Preston was a strict man to work for but his wife who worked in the shop was a lovely woman and would say hello and admire my dimpled cheeks. My only gripe was that on a Sunday morning the bells of St James's and St Basil's would ring out and as I hate bells they would go on for what seemed a lifetime. No lying in on a Sunday morning for the locals unless of course you were deaf. .... Kev
FENHAM DO YOU REMEMBER
I never knew my grandparents they died before I was born. I have recently learnt that my grandparents were from large families. My maternal grandfather lived in Fenham, William Robert Wilson, who married a Smiley (I don't know if this is how you spell it). My grandfather was a Regimental Sergeant Major with medals, and after leaving the army was a tram driver, and grew fantastic leeks. From what I have been able to gather so far, the family that I cannot remember meeting, lived in High Fenham, and my elder brother can remember us all visiting them. If you have a Smiley grandparent or great grandparent from the Fenham area please contact me. Even though she was not my biological grandparent she was the only grandparent I knew and I loved her. If you have a Wilson grandparent or great grandparent from the Fenham area please contact me. I would dearly love to learn about my maternal family tree, my brother met my great aunts and great uncles but is a bit hazy... Read more
1940's And 50's
I was born in 1942 and lived in Ovington Grove behind The Lonnen. My memories would fill several books, but for starters:- the Regal; Quadrini's; Number 2 blue bus; Holy Cross Church; Cowgate then Wingrove Schools; playing football by the hour in the street; rag and bone man in a pony and trap; ice cream cart pulled by a horse - how people rushed for the manure to put on their roses; wearing black boots every day bar Sunday; chapped legs in the winter in our little shorts; girls always seemed to get chilblains; the terrible winter of 1947; taking a picnic to the Moor consisting of bread and jam and a bottle of sugared water; the pit still being worked at Denton Burn; the bus sheds on Silver Lonnen; Sunset brickworks and quarry, where we played and caught newts; cycling to Ponteland to catch tiddlers. It's easy to look at it all through a golden haze of nostalgia but for the first time ever every man had... Read more
'wor Jackie And Other Memories
David Kemp’s item about Fenham brought back some great memories for me. In the 1940s and early 50s, I lived in Robsheugh Place, round the corner from Ovington Grove. Now I live by the beach in Western Australia, where melanomas are more common than chilblains, but still remember the winter torture of chapped inner thighs! Holy Cross Church dominated our street, although I was never inside it. I remember the cheerful assistants at Cedar Road Co-op, who seemed to know all the customers by name, and collecting the ‘divis’ – those strange-shaped tin coins we saved up for Christmas – I’ve probably still got some. At 'The Stores', they carved butter from huge slabs and sliced the bacon to order. I also recall the black-faced miners returning from their shift and the occasional wisps of smoke from ‘The Ovens’ (Crematorium). Some of my earliest memories are of snow and ice, probably the winter of 1947 – Robsheugh was on a steep hill and the older kids tied their sledges together... Read more