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Branxton| Kirk Yetholm| Town Yetholm| Cornhill-On-Tweed| Milfield| Wark| Coldstream| Etal| Ford
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Northumberland memories
Milfield Roots
This is a brief, if somewhat patchy, history of my family's connection with Milfied. My maternal family came from Milfield. My Grandma, Isabella Elizabeth Chave (known as "Tibby"), was born in Milfield in August, 1900. She married Robert Hay but he died of TB after serving in the army in WW1, and Grandma had to raise my mum, Joan Johnstone Hay (known as "Bunty") and her little brother, Robert Ian Hay (Ian) alone in the 1920s and 1930s. Grandma worked as a cook while her mother looked after my mum and Uncle Ian. I believe they lived in a stable house or a house near a stable, at the time. My mum and Uncle Ian attended the village school and mum won a scholarship to attend Berwick High School. Mum told me she had to cycle fifteen miles per day and catch a train, to travel to and from Berwick High School each day! I remember being told a story about Uncle Ian, as a small boy, trying to help... Read more
Holidays
Summer holidays riding bicycles, and horses, playing football on the Village Green or by Blindburn Hall, fishing under the bridge or wading through the water onto the stone island. Helping the village farmer walk the cows down for milking in the evenings and then walking them up to pasture in the morning, collecting eggs from the hen houses and stacking the bales of hay after the harvester had gone through. You would never believe this was a city lad's greatest joy. I must say this has taught me how to appreciate the simple things in life and that the folks from the North especially in and around the village of Wark are truly the greatest persons in the world, friendly, kind, warm hearted and generous. They are truly a great value to the history of the North especially this village where my Mum spent her childhood and I my summer holidays which I have never forgotten.
The Clazeys - John And Isabella Oswald
John Clazey or Clazie was a miller. His wife was Isabella Oswald. Two of their sons were born in Etal: James Oswald Clazey and John Oswald Clazey (1819 and 1823). An older brother George, was born in Berwick-Upon-Tweed in 1815 or 1816.
GEorge left for the US in 1841...his son, James Oswald Clazey returned to become a schoolmaster...his son left in 1910 for the US....and here I am! Living in Florida. George was my great-great-great grandfather.
Calder Farm, Roddam
Last year I visited the place in search for memories of my old folks. I came from Argentina, my country, and stayed at Cheviot View B & B run by Dean & Kay Wilkinson, lovely people, located in close by Powburn village. The story has that some almost two hundred years ago my gt gt gd father, Mr James G. Davison who had been born at the above mentioned farm came to South America and never went back to UK (about 1822). Some ten years later his younger brother Robert Gibson Davison (George Davison and Sarah Gibson were their parents) joined him and together travelled north Argentina up to Corrientes province where the set their business. For that reason I visited the Farm during July 2010 but apparently it was closed as no one answered. Since a Mr James Gibson, married abt 1798 to Eleanor Rutherford, lived at that time in the Farm, I presume the place belonged to the Gibson family but I could not trace that... Read more
You Are Codding
A memory and what a memory it was! There were eleven of us lads who had booked a fishing trip on one of the boats that went out from the harbour in Berwick. It was early in the day when we went out for a five hour trip; we went out as far as five miles where the skipper, having a fish finder radar, began to pick up a large shoal of fish. Of course we all got baited up on our hooks and laid a small bet on who was going to catch the first fish. It wasn't me, but nevertheless I wasn't the last one - no sooner had we all put our hooks in the sea our rods began to twitch and off we went again reeling in the Cod. Some of them were small but the majority were quite large. There was one of the lads who did not catch a thing; I'm afraid he never put his line into the water... Read more
Berwick Rangers Football Club
While I was on a family holiday in Northumberland, I went to Berwick one Saturday in March 2004 and enjoyed a rare sunny and mild day doing two things I enjoy: a walk on the pier to sniff the sea air and secondly a football match!
I went to watch Berwick Rangers play Hamilton which was the first Scottish league football match I had seen since visiting Glasgow for a Celtic game in the 1960's! What a contrast! Berwick played in quite a large oval shaped stadium although it had a limited capacity because of the terracing. That day there were probably as few as 300 people watching so you could hear every shout made by the players and coaches! One player was stretchered off but I got all the details as the St John Ambulance man who tended to him both on the pitch and in the dressing room afterwards returned to his position in the grandstand near me and asked "Do you want to know what... Read more
The KOSB Barracks
Although born in Scotland, my earliest memories are of Berwick upon Tweed. This was because my father was posted to the Barracks as Pipe Major in the KOSB Depot there. Our married quarters, although in Ravensdowne, overlooked the rear of the barracks and, as a small boy, it was endlessly fascinating to look out of the scullery window at the activities of the soldiers. Our life seemed to revolve around the barracks, day trips, Christmas parties, Sports Days as well as, for my parents, the dances and clubs. I also started school at Berwick, the "British School" and, although not a school lover, I was treated very kindly by the infant teacher Mrs Phillips. This near idyllic life ended with the outbreak of the Second World War but my memories of Berwick are ones of real pleasure. I would be interested to hear from anyone who attended the British School or has memories of the barracks.
