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Historic maps of Brafferton and the local area, hand-drawn by Ordnance Survey and Samuel Lewis. View all Brafferton maps
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Brafferton area books
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Golden Days
It reminds me of the days when I used to visit my aunt.
Happy Days - What Happened?
I was born in Darlington in 1944, and in 1958 I moved to Newton Aycliffe with my mum, dad and two brothers. We moved into a lovely brand new 3 bedroomed house at 38 Macmillan Rd which was heaven compared to the two up - two down terraced house we lived in at Darlington. My mum ( Amy ) was the organist on the mighty Wurlitzer at the Working Man's Club, near the town centre, for a number of years. My mum is still alive and active, and lives just north of Newton Aycliffe, and although I now live 100 miles away on the east coast I still get back to Newton Aycliffe when I visit her.
When we moved to N/A it was still a in its early stages of development, with the town centre still being built, next to the development corporation offices in Churchill House, with its big town clock. I remember it was a bit of a bomb site with all the building work, but... Read more
1960s
I grew up in Dundee Street in Darlington. I remember the shops on each end of Dundee Street and Montrose Street, and the alleys between, the alleys were made of blue tiles that always sparkled in rain and frost. I remember the rag and bone man on his cart pulled by a horse, calling "Rag and bone, rag and bone" as he trundled down the back alleys. We had a coal shute in our back yard that had an opening in the alley that the coalman used to put his load into and we had an entrance to the shute that we retrieved the coal from. We had an outside loo with newspaper hanging on a hook, not the soft toilet tissue of today. My great-grandmother and great-uncles lived in the adjoining street, Montrose Street, the house always smelt of kippers and offal that my uncle cooked for his whippets, my great-uncle still lives in that house. We had Browns' sweet shop at the top of Dundee Street, jars and... Read more
Oh to be Sweet Sixteen Again!
I believe the girl walking in the photo with the shopping bag is myself at the age of 16 - 17 judging by my hair style at that time. I recognise the skirt as one I had made myself and my walk also. I also remember the cardigan I was wearing and of course I recognise myself. I had just walked past a cake shop where my sister worked at the time, and I am looking in a jeweller's window. I would have been very interested in the rings as I was due to be engaged on my 18th birthday in January 65. The Wynd is pretty much the same as it was then - very quaint and olde worlde - it was always a favourite place to saunter and window shop.
I cannot remember being photographed and so it was a great surprise when I received the book not even knowing that I was featured. Even my daughter... Read more
High Row
Wasn't there at some point a ticket box and steps leading down to toilets on the centre of High Row?
Post House Coffee Shop
Hi
Who remembers the Post House coffee shop in Post House Wynd? The first time I went there I thought "this is it - I've made it!!". It was a great meeting place and everyone had such a good laugh. Brings back very happy memories.
Then after a few years I progressed to the "Tavern in the Town". Sadly both premises have changed use now but the memories remain - aaahhh!!
Grandad
My grandad was christened at St Hilda's church in 1890, he was married there in 1914 and was buried from there in 1965. My mother also got married there and I was christened there. My grandad was Alfred William Morland and he worked at the Pease's Mill for over 40 years. Our branch of the Morlands goes back to the 1700s, all in Darlington. I regularly went to St Hilda's church and eventually spent some time in the choir. The vicar was Rev. Prentice during the time I was there he had two daughters; Mary and Jane. I have been living in Australia for the past 30 years but have revisited all my old haunts a few times. My name was Diane Johnson.
