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Historic maps of Cleatlam and the local area, hand-drawn by Ordnance Survey and Samuel Lewis. View all Cleatlam maps
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Memories of Cleatlam
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The Local
I would like to visit Staindrop again sometime to see how much it has changed since 1943. I was serving with the R.Es and we were in a tented camp on the outskirts of the town and doing Army Exercises out on the Moors and using live ammunition.
I remember the local Pub because all the "live" stuff was kept in the cellars and every morning we would go there to collect what we needed . I dont know what the Landlord thought having that lot underneath him.
Maybe one day I call in for a Pint and remind the present landlord that he missed a lot of exitement.
Better not leave it too long as I am 85 yrs.
Regards to all who read this useless information!
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Staindrop
I have been to Staindrop. My mother and granny were born there, it's a lovely village.
Cockfield Station
I was born at Cockfield station where dad was a guard and signalman, he was also in the Home Guard. My sister Jean and her friend Anne Coates used to walk over the fell to school, there were no school buses then. Last year I received a Defence Medal which was my father George Robson's for his war work in the Home Guard. I am doing a family history of the Robsons that lived at Low Lands and Evenwood and Cockfield and would love to hear from cousins.
May Brown
My Great Aunt May Brown ran this shop for many years in Gainford. She was housekeeper to the local Catholic priests prior to this.
Visiting This Shop
I started Gainford School in 1954 & remember Miss Browns little shop crammed full with habberdashery, stockings (nylons) hankies, knitting-wool, etc., everything you could possibly want - an oasis in this small village. She was kind to us children, softly-spoken & had her hair tied up in a bun. We used to run up the steps on the left of the picture where the railings are to the Post Office the postmaster was Mr. Allen.
Gainford Primary School
I was sorry to leave the village, some of my best memories of my childhood relate to Gainford and its residents.
I lived in what was known locally as 'knobs row' or High Row, no.13.
One of my best friends was a boy whose surname was Absolom, and he lived in the row of houses next to this shop.
I went to the primary school when the headmaster was Claude Cree, this would be from 1965 till 1969 when we moved to Scotland.
I remember the shop well, I spent a lot of my pocket money on childhood knick knacks!
Some of my other friends were made when I went on to Barny 'secondary modern'. They kept me on the bus to the end of the village, and had to walk all the way back to High Row!
We all looked forward to when the fair came to the Green, things were a little bit cheaper then, you could get a ride on the Waltzer for 3d.
I also had... Read more
Gainford - The Post Office And Miss Browns
Reading the memories prompts me to contribute to the nostalgia - My grandfather "Bob Allan" was the Postmaster and his parents before him. My aunt took over from him in the late 1960s and in all the business was in the family for three generations.
The family have as is evident been involved in the village for many tens of years, and for example the daffodils on the banks between between the green and the houses were planted by my grandfather and continue to bloom to this day. We are still represented in the village by one of his daughters who lives overlooking the green.
Claude Cree, a name to conjure with, not only did I attend the village school but was also afforded private "maths" tuition, him being a friend of grandad's - and Miss Browns - oh the hours I spent in there - and the money I spent - my parents spoilt me rotten!
The Sunday morning "Brandy" my grandad's spaniel ran into the... Read more
