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Penistone| Thurlstone| Midhopestones| Stocksbridge| Thurgoland| Deepcar| Silkstone| Bolsterstone| Ewden Village| Denby Dale| Cawthorne| Wortley| Skelmanthorpe| Clayton West| Shepley| Kexborough| Darton| Oughtibridge| Grenoside| Staincross
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Midhopestones Born And Bred
The day I was born was 11th march 1974 and I'm a Midoper born and bred. We lived at the old cottages just at the entrance to the village at the side of the Dam. I have some lovely memories of the people which have passed on. I remember the pub being The Clubb Inn then and Robert (Bob) Genn owned and Jack and Pat Smith also ran the place. The village was really nice, no yuppies just proper village folk living a normal life. The main source of income around then was farming. The Roberts's and the Hollingworths, Clancys and my mother's side of the family originated from Midhope, I'm told they ran the local post office when they had one. Mrs Bramall was the post mistress and they all went to the school there too. I had to laugh, I remember Lucy Hattersley with her bottled rimmed glasses staring into my pram and frightening the life out of me with those glasses, as you can imagine to a... Read more
Midhopestone Pub
My grandparents Jack and Pat Smith used to run the pub with Bob Genn when I was a child. I remember going up there to stay in the summer holidays with a boy called Oliver who lived over the moors. We used to play in the fields and the woods, cause trouble on the farms up the road and play in the dam too. Even though I was only young we could play anywhere around and be safe. Everyone knew everyone and everyone looked out for each other and their kids. So we were safe. My grandad died in the pub upstairs when I was 6. His funeral service was at the church up the road and that's where his resting place is too. I still go up there from time to time see my grandad and always make a donation to the church for restoring it. I still remember the layout of the pub from when my grandparents was there. I went to the Mustard Pot for a meal... Read more
Weekend Visits
I was only about 6 years old but I clearly remember visiting my grandparents' house on weekends. My grandfather was a gamekeeper on the moors until his retirement. In the early 1970s he and his wife moved to nearby Penistone. We used to catch a bus from Sheffield to Langsett, then Grandad would collect us from there in his car to Upper Midhope. I remember sitting on my father's lap on the front seat! The house was situated on the main road I think, next to a farm. The farmer's name was Colin, that's all I can remember. We used to feed bread to the chickens in the back lane, which we were supplied with by my grandmother. The house seemed huge to me at the time and there were lots of rooms to explore. A piano in the front parlour and a rocking chair in the kitchen, a shotgun mounted on the wall all added to the sense of wonder. Across the road was Mrs Barnes and Gwen. I... Read more
Early Years
I think the road you see near the top right of the picture is Hunshelf Bank. If I'm right then I used to live in a house at the top of the hill with my family. It stood back from the road and looked down on Samuel Fox's. When I was around 6 years old my parents moved us to the Coach and Horses on Manchester Road which is the main road seen in the picture. I hope I'm right. My name then was Sanderson.
420 Rimmington Row- My Home
I lived at the above address with my mum Evelyn and dad Jim Hoyle who for a time was the caretaker at the Stocksbridge C Of E school just across the road. My sisters Valerie and Vivien and I lived with with our parents in a one down and two up house at 420 . The other downstairs room of the house contained my grand father's ( Bill Brameld) cobblers and clog makers shop which as a very youg lad I would help out in. He made me a pair of clogs when I was about 3 years old and I would happily clomp along the pavements making the irons on the clogs spark. I remember a Mr Corbridge had the last house on the street and he was the local barber - very handy with the old wax taper and comb.
One of my main memories was in 1956 - at the time of the Suez crisis - when I waited at the window and watched battle tanks being... Read more
Birth Place
I was born Catherine Kenningham 1947 in my Grandmother Rogers' cottage on Manchester Road. My mother was Lucy Rogers who came to Stocksbridge at a very early age.She went to a local school of which l would like know the name. My father Harold Kenningham was in the army and we moved away 1949. My mother was previously married to Stewart Lee and they had a son, Denis William Lee, born 14/1/1940 at 14 South Road, High Green, Ecclesfield Road. I would like any information of him or his family. Thank you Catherine Hamlyn (nee Kenningham)
Cottages at Thurgoland Bank
First a little bit of history.
There is a double cottage on Thurgoland Bank overlooking Cheesebottom, it was built by my Great Grandfather John Tufft around 1880. He was a Shingler at Wortley Lower Forge, having moved his family down from Tipton some years earlier.
He brought up his family here, seven children in all. After he died in 1920 and my Great Grandmother died in 1921 the cottage was occupied by my Great Aunts Matilda, known as Mant, and Gertrude, known as Gertie. It passed from the family around 1975 upon Gertie`s demise.
It has always been a mystery to me how a Forgeman was able to built his own house, retire at around 50 (as the story goes ) bring up seven children, and this in days of no state pension. My aunt Gertie taught at Thurgoland school all her working life.
One of the highlights of my childhood was the occasional Sunday afternoon in summer when my Mother and Father would take my brother and myself to... Read more
