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Trolley Racing
At the age of 11 nothing was more valuable than a set of old pram wheels. Using a 4-foot plank (this is old money) for the base. To sit on, we fastened a short piece to the back with an axle and 2 wheels, the same at the front but fastened with a bolt so you could steer it. Fix a seat and you were away. Pull it to the top of the hill and race down. There where only about 3 or 4 cars in Dinnington at that time so it was quite safe. Until Wigmores bus came ,then it was both feet on the ground to stop best we could. That's what we called burning rubber! Ah! those were the days.
Dinnington Miners' Welfare Centre
The Miners' Welfare Centre was a Godsend to everybody. There were swings, roundabouts, and the rocking horse on the left where I spent many a happy hour when I was a boy. The hall was used by miners where they could read all the papers in the Reading Room. There were two snooker tables and card tables, and a bar selling only pop, crisps and sweets. The building is now (2009) empty and for sale. The centre also had two bowling greens, a tennis court, a football pitch and a cricket pitch with changing rooms. You could play all day on the Welfare, by yourself, without any trouble - different than it is today. Happy memories.
Ramon Fletcher.
Remember Me??
I lived in Coronation Road, drove coaches for Excelsior Continential of Lordens Hill. I also played Rugby for Dinington Old Boys. I lived with my friend and his wife Dave Best, I was friendly with a lovely young lady Sarah Williams . Does any one remember me or can they put me in touch with Sarah???
Coal Picking
I remember climbing to the top of the pit stack and watching the world go by. You could see for miles sat there on those wooden sleepers. I also remember collecting bits of coal from the stack and dragging it down to the bottom to the pram wheels and marching up through the allotments, past Ginty Miller's bike leant against the gate to his allotment, and home to Carlisle Terrace where I lived.
My Roots
North Anston is the place where i grew up we are a old Anston family, my maiden name was Foulds.I remember sledging in Butcher Orchard and landing in the river many times, we roamed al over the village and because every one knew everyone we came to no harm i love this place, two of my daughters live here and i hope they are as happy as i am to be part of Anston
All Day Picnics
It might have been as early as 1959 when I would have been 6 years old that on a summer Sunday a picnic would be prepared, and along with two older bothers and a younger sister we would walk to the Abbey. Dad would pay the entrance fee and find a suitable spot to set up camp among the ruins. The day would be taken up with paddling in the stream running through the grounds (Health & Safety would probably ban this activity these days as higher upstream the sewerage works pumped whatever into the stream). The grounds used to be packed with other picnicers enjoying the day.
Little Hills / Pit Lane
Born 1937 Kiveton family. Remeber getting on the bikes with my friends, riding over what we called the little hills down the pit lane to the tunnel top. Carrying an old clothes horse and a blanket, that was our tent. Take an old frying pan to cook the tiddlers we had caught. It was great. Having a game of kit can and spinning the wooden tops. Scrumping old Mr Thompson apples at the back of Dawson Terrace, him chasing us with a big stick. Sitting under the table listening the bombs dropping over Sheffield. I could go on. Things were good then
