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Milk Monitor
I smile when I remember being appointed Milk Monitor in Carlton & Faceby Primary School at the age of 9. Milk was compulsory and free for all children at school - adults told us on numerous occasions 'how good it was for you'! The large crates of small glass bottles of milk, which were one third of a pint, were counted and recorded, enough milk for each and every student, 32 in all throughout the whole school with just two classrooms, infants and juniors. The milk was always left at the foot of 3 steep steps, by the early morning milkman, just inside the central gate and with a huge deep breath carried up those steps through all weathers. As children we always delighted in the winter when the cream would surface to the top of the milk leaving the watered down milk that was left completely unpalatable but with great precision the foil tops would have holes in the top where the birds had devoured as much cream as... Read more
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Hilton Village
My father, Dennis Jepson, lived in Hilton, at the time the Manor was still in operation. He remembered having to doff your hat to the Lord of the Manor, if he were seen in the streets of Hilton. My father was about 8 at the time of his life there. He lived with his mother, Eva Jepson, and Eva's Uncle Jimmy Welford. They lived in the Post-office, and the buildings behind it. Eva worked at the post office, and did the cleaning and cooking for her uncle. Dad went to the school house in Hilton. He used to tell us the school house was so far away from where they lived, but in fact it were right over the street from it. His meaning, was after he fed the chickens at the bottom of the property, it was a long walk to school. They moved out of there, when Jimmy Welford remarried, and the new wife didn't want inlaws about. Jimmy Welford, also was the Manor poacher. My... Read more
??? Manor - Hilton
My search of the 1901 census has just revealed that my great maternal grandfather and his wife were staying there (the Manor at Hilton) on census day and that she was listed as a daughter and he as son in law. Her maiden name was Whitley - married name Sowden. They both originated from Bradford. If anyone can throw a bit more light on this I would be very grateful, such as the name of the Manor which is difficult to read on the census, and any stories etc.
Raining Frogs
My grandparents, George and Helen (Nellie) GATENBY, lived in Connaught Road during my early childhood in the 1950's. My granddad was retired from working 60+years on the railways so he had retired to a row of about 6 terraced railway cottages. These cottages are gone now and replaced by flats. They had huge back gardens and he grew all his own veg. What I always remember was when it rained it rained frogs. Really! There was always hundreds of tiny frogs all over the place after a heavy shower. I am convinced they came down with the rain but who knows!
Evacuation
On Friday two days before the Second World War broke out on the 3rd of September 1939 I was evacuated to Yarm. I was six years old and along with my sister Doreen and cousin Audrey we, with nearly all of the pupils at our school, (Alexandra Road in Gateshead) walked down to Bensham station and boarded a special train to Yarm. On arrival we all paraded in the town centre square to find out who we were to be looked after by, presumably until the end of the war. Me, my sister, and cousin were picked up and taken to a house not far away. I recall there was a tennis court in the garden but in a state of neglect. There was an apple tree also, to my delight. Next door was a butcher's shop and to my surprise a lad from our street (Leopold Street), Teddy Gladstone, was sitting on a high wall and shouted down "Giz an apple kidda" which I duly obliged. The good people... Read more
Day Out From Thornaby
Do you remember ?
Thornaby Road when it was nothing but a twisting lane all the way to the New Inn
or the long walk to the Half Moon Inn (another one),
the two mile cottages,
snagging turnips after a day's swimming at Leven,
the old corner shop just on the Leven Bridge forever being hit by wagons,
the lady who owned it trying to create a nature reserve in the pool,
getting the bus from the Fox Covert to Thornaby - a treat in itself,
what about the log on the River Leven,
bet you thought it was only Ingleby residents who knew about that, well we swam there as kids.
Loss of Childhood
I attended the local school at the bottom of Gisbrough Bank - I have several school photographs of myself and classmates. I had a fight with a school friend as to whose turn it was to serve the school dinner that day. This was sorted by a teacher who said - You do it today - to my school friend and to me - You do it tomorrow. My tomorrow never came. That night I was told that Mr Pugh my foster parent was very ill and that my sister and me would be going somwhere else in the morning. I felt so sad about this. I had a little friend called Rex Harris, others were Valerie and Tania. I never had the opportunity to say goodbye to them. I have lovely memories of the 1952 Coronation party. I went as the weather girl, my sister as a doll in a box - I think she won. I remember looking longingly at a copy of the royal stagecoach which was... Read more
