Nostalgic memories of Ebchester's local history

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For many years now, we've been inviting visitors to our web site to add their own memories to share their experiences of life as it was when the photographs in our archive were taken. From brief one-liners explaining a little bit more about the image depicted, to great, in-depth accounts of a childhood when things were rather different than today (and everything inbetween!). We've had many contributors recognising themselves or loved ones in our photographs.

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Anybody remember the good days down the the boathouse? The regatta was always a good day, there were about 150 people or more. Crews from all over the north east came to scull. I have a good photo of the boathouse with a lot of the old residents on... now mostly all gone. Let me know your memories.
After a hard days playing English and Germans in the Heuffy Wood, coming home for our tea ,if we where really thirsty we called at Stan and Hilda's for a cool drink of water - we where always welcome. Once or twice we saw Stan being wheeled down the boathouse bank from the pub, mortal drunk. Stan had ducks and hens and pigs, a great garden and orchid. Sometimes Stan would give my dad an old hen for the pot.
From Billy Bell: I remember the good days at the regatta, going to Hexham to row on the Tyne and then we grew up. I went to work at Hamsterly collierly then when I was 16 I worked underground, I had my own pit pony, driving tubs of coal to the landing to go to the bank which is the surface.
I was born in Dixon Avenue in 1947, We knew everyone in the village. I got a job delivering papers for Ossie and Hilda Paul in 1958. Dad took me to see the crashed wagon that demolished the chapel, all of us lads spent hours in the Heuffy wood with the dogs rabbiting, now they don't know what to do. Sadly some of the lads have now passed away. Please get in touch with me, I will be pleased to hear from old friends.
I used to live in the station yard at Ebchester, 3  Railway Cottages. I was there when the Railway Hotel was burnt down, at 5am in the morning. That's all for now. E. Collingwood