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 ...Read full memory
I was born in Darlington in 1952, and lived with parents Jim & Margaret Logan, and my two elder brothers; Peter and Paul. We lived at 46 Fife Road and all attended St. Augustines RC Primary School, Larchfield Street, and then after the Scholarship, up to St. Mary's. My old form master was Mr White ...Read full memory
I was born at number 15 Swan Street before my parents moved next door, No.14. My family had people living all around the area, maternal in Swan Street/ Hargreave and paternal, from Model Place. We had a shop on virtually every corner and of every type within a couple minutes walk. Billy Ramsdales ...Read full memory
I was brought up in a girls' Catholic orphanage, ran by nuns, St Joseph's Home, Carmel Road, Darlington. I was six years old. My father had died so we all got sent to homes. It was ok, I suppose, lookingback. I had a good friend (not in the Home), Gloria McGann/McCann? I often think of her and would love to get in touch with her. ...Read full memory
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 ...Read full memory
The view of Post House, Wynd, circa 1965 reminds me of my school days when every school day of the year for seven years I walked up here having bussed from Haughton. Then it was up Duke Street to the grammar school. There was a shop called Northern Surgical Supplies and we used to snigger at the advertisement for Durex in the ...Read full memory
Christine, I also used to skate at South Park. I was a member of a roller skating club, along with Tim Tong, the Chinese man you mention in your post. A lovely man, who I bet is STILL skating. I still have my skating boots but haven't skated for years. Very happy memories of South Park. It's very sad ...Read full memory
My sister and I lived for a short while at a place called Portrac Camp between 1949-1953/54. We think we were living with our father, Richard Denis Stephenson and our mother Winifred, (formerly Mansell) (both deseased in 1970s). We never knew them as we were placed after this at St Joseph's Orphanage, Carmel ...Read full memory
My name is Christine Galloway (nee Blenkinsopp). The stall in the indoor market still sells hot sausage and onion in a bread bun (savouries bun), the family who owned it in the 1960s only left the business about fourteen years ago but they passed the secret recipe on to the the next owners. There are now tables so you can eat ...Read full memory
My Mom and my aunt were placed in care in St. Joseph's. My mother never spoke of it and my aunt only started telling us (my sisters and me) shortly before she died. We believe their mother and grandmother were financially unable to care for them. Their names were Agnes and Eleanor. They were probably placed in care around 1929.
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