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Kids in The 50's
I had a wonderful childhood growing up on Commonwealth View. We played "tiggy" and "can" on the street and roamed over the farmer's fields over the "suicide bridge" and went "mountain climbing" and rummaging on the tips, also many trips to the "milky stream" to catch stickle backs and drink cold tea out of pop bottles. One game we played was "digging to Australia" - funny because that's where my brother and I now live but I'll never forget mischievous night, penny for the guy, May Queen parade and Sunday School Outings. One day a guy came to work and he also went to Bolton on Dearne Infant School, also at the same place I met a great friend who was from Wath. I wonder if anyone is around from those days on Commonwealth View?
Bolton Hall
My aunt and uncle, Lily and Fred Boardman, lived at Bolton Hall until about 1963. They had a clothes manufacturing business, called Ellen Efbee. The factory was on the ground floor and they lived in a lovely flat up the beautiful wooden staircase and behind big double doors on the first floor. Everywhere was lovely polished wood. Most of the hall looked Victorian, especially the pipework, but at the rear there was a door with a stone set in with a date from the fifteenth century engraved in the stone. One day a hole appeared in the grounds where the mine had collapsed and the council used the hole as the local tip for many years. My aunt was a wonderful cook, especially of different types of scones and breads covered in butter. My cousin married one of the workers and he and his wife lived in a caravan in the grounds near the paddock (which was used by a neighbour to graze... Read more
Old Ings Lane1936
That is the year I was born at 23 Ings Lane. I went to Bolton Infants, on to junior school then Dearneside School. I worked at Wath Main Pit for 14 years. In 1968 I went to live in Torquay and lived there for 32 years, then I went to live in Thailand for 8 years, returned to the UK in Oct 2009 and am now living in Lincolnshire. I would like to hear from anyone who would like to contact me. Regards.
Happy Xmas
I was staying at my Aunt Margaret's, and I met a lovely young man called Charley (Chuck )Senior. I lost touch with him soon after. I recently came across an old photo of Chuck, me, Maureen and my cousin Brian Westcott. I had the best Xmas of my life. Are any of you still around? I believe it was Wath-on-Dearne, where everybody lived then. It was so long ago. I remember it was a small place and the train had to specially stop at the small station to let us off. It was the first time I had been away from home, and the first and strangely the last Xmas I spent away from family.
Ah, happy days. Ruth
Father's Home Town
My father Albert F. Bassford was born in 1923 in Bolton upon Dearne although he always thought it was spelled Bolton on Durn. I am assuming that since we couldn't find it spelled the way he thought it must be this spelling. He spoke of a girl his age that he played with every day, her family owned a little pub there. When he was being sent overseas to fight WWII he had a lay over in England and went to his home town, did meet with his old friend at the pub. Oddly enough she was pregnant as was my mother. He always wondered what had happened to his friend and if she was still in the town they grew up in, that is until around 1930 when the family came to the USA. Someday my dream is to visit the town my dad was born in. So far I have not had the opportunity to do that. Unfortunately dad passed nearly 9 yrs ago and never got to... Read more
South Yorkshire memories
Childhood Memories
I came upon the website by accident and although I don't live far away now I started to remember my childhood days there. Born and brought up in Goldthorpe by my parents who both went to the Salvation Army I have many happy memories of playing on the market stalls. They could be anything in our imaginations, house, bus, pirate ship, whatever we wanted tham to be. We never thought of damaging them or destroying them, for after the war we didn't have many toys and made our own amusement. Another special place was the Empire picture house on a saturday where we used to pay 1d (one old penny) to go to the matinee. The local policeman was always on hand to keep an eye on us (I think we called him bobby Dick? if my memory serves me right). Most weeks it would be Roy Rodgers with Trigger his horse and I remember it always used to get to the most exciting bit before saying "to be continued... Read more
Goldthorpe
Pauline's memories of the market stalls reminded me as well.... swinging on the cross bars especially. I also went to the Saturday matinees. We got a little card stamped each week. Our main amusement was to get cardboard boxes from the shop (usually Vaughans? at the end of Kelly St.) to flatten out and slide down the railway bankings. These were, of course, disused and a great place to play. Often, 'dens' were to be found and you wondered who had been on your 'patch' to make a den, if it had been left empty. Also the lanes and allotments beyond King Street leading towards Hickleton pit were a vast area to explore and play. My dad had some allotment land down there, near Oscrofts with their lovely flowers, so much of my playtime was there as well. I'm not old enough to remember the knocker-up, but remember being on Dad's shoulders above a crowd of people at Highgate pit. Dad says it must have been the opening of the... Read more
