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Northumberland memories
Pat Johnson
My memories of Pigdon are of the woods, family and fun. My parents, my brother and myself camped there with aunties, uncles and cousins. We always took great care to clear up after ourselves. We had the best times playing there. Unfortunately my parents are no longer alive, cousins have moved to other areas and one uncle has passed on too. My childhood weekends were mostly spent in the woods at Pigdon and the memories are so precious. The wonderful river that runs through the woods, it's funny, I know that it is icy cold but back then I didn't notice. The beautiful bluebells in spring were spectacular. I believe this is where I developed my love of this flower. Even as a child I was able to appreciate the carpet of deep blue. I would dearly love to visit Pigdon woods again and bring my grandchildren, show them the places where I played as a child, even better to make some memories with them. Not of camping of course,... Read more
Coronation
Linton community was the best ever. People rallied round to help each other, and doors were left unlocked. I have fond memories as a child of standing all decked out in red, white & blue in the Coronation year of 1953, standing on a decorated coal wagon! One year the snow blocked the village and transport to and from Ashington for a few days was the tanky. May Day was always something to look forward to, as was Easter, when we decorated paste eggs - usually with onion peel or cochineal.
I was born there in 1946 and my mum and dad (the Rutherfords) died there.
Post Office And Local People
My husband was stationed at RAF Acklington. I used to collect my marriage allowance at the post office. I recall a VERY cold day waiting for a bus. I had just returned from the heat of the Far East and was unaware how near the North Sea we were. My small child and I stood waiting for a bus back home, From one of the cottages came a jolly woman who said "Wye eye pet you and tha bairn'll freeze to dearth. Thas na bus na fora good hour. Come in and have warm drink while I watch out fa the bus for us". We had hot buttered toast and a welcome cup of tea, and my son had hot Ribena. I have never forgotten that hospitality. That little bairn now works for the TV and travels extensively. His favourite place is NORTHUMBERLAND. Red Row has a special place in my heart and I'm an old woman now, with lots of lovely memories. I hope someome could let me have... Read more
The Old Primary School
My sister Roberta and I used to walk from Ellington Colliery to the school at Ellington Village. My Nanna would wrap our dinner money and savings money in a handkerchief and see us off from the top of the first row. In autumn there was a tetty field and a turnip field along the road and we would watch the women and kids picking vegetables and then they would carry them to the horse and cart. The farmer would sometimes let us ride the cart limmers to the top of the road. We would take a big turnip home at Halloween to scoop out for a lantern and put a small piece of candle inside. In winter we were given a miniature spirit bottle full of ginger wine to warm us up on the way to school, I still get a warm feeling just thinking about it.
Swimming Above Stepping Stones & Weir at Bothal
Our Mam being an Ashington lassie, we returned to her birthplace when Mam divorced my father who she met before the Second World War - that was when Mam was in London and working in 'service'. We were dragged from pillar to post from Watford to south Wales (father's birthplace) and eventually on divorce nisi Mam got custody of us 3 kids.
We arrived in Ashington in 1948 and for a time we stayed with my grandma Shields at 99 Poplar Street, near to the Hirst North School. The lower floor flat had one bedroom only and me and two younger sibling sisters would sleep top to tail - this lasted a while until our Mam could get us farmed out to relatives (my mum's sisters initially). Now my memories of Bothal were when my Mam would take us there, either by United bus (if she had the bus fare!) or we walked the 3 or 4 miles to the village of Bothal. Mam would make a picnic... Read more
The Mining Community
Although I no longer live in Northumberland, I still have a soft spot for North Broomhill.
I was born in School Row in 1943. From there we moved to Coronation Terrace in 1947 which was a complex of rudimentary row of two terraces of corrugated dwelling places at the foot of the pit heap.
The street was a dirt thoroughfare and from each house was a brick footpath which lead to the toilet (netty) and the midden, which was a part of the netty where the everyday rubbish was thrown, not a nice place to be when you were sitting on the netty when the rubbish man came to empty the rubbish and the human waste which was deposited from the entire family. After he emptied the contents, he would then scatter a pink powder inside the midden and then you would receive a lung full of pink dust.
I attended the Broomhill County Primary School where the Headmaster was an awful individual called Donaldson who I... Read more
Ormston
My dad John lived in Broomhill and married my mother Evelyn Crackett from Amble in 1947. I don't now anything about my dad's family other than his mother who's name i don't know died in1958 and he had a sister, Mary Stewart, still living in Broomhill in the 1970s. My dad also worked in the coal mine until he left to take up a job in the steel works in South Wales in 1955. I spent many a happy childhood holiday in Amble at my Grannies house in Church Street. Iwould love to hear from anyone who knew either of these families.
