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Summer of 1965
I have happy memories of a summer spent with my Nannie and Grandad Gibbs. I remember walking down this street, passing 'Auntie Martha's' to the post office every day with Grandad. He used to buy me chocolate cigarettes every day. I would 'smoke' these on my walk down the lane to the woods with him. I also remember the milk churns that would be at the end of the lane. My daughter still has the little brown bear ornament that Nannie bought me from the post office.
Grandad had an allotment at the front of their cottage. I loved picking the fresh peas and popping them from their pods. Another memory is the weekly bath in the tin bath in front of the fire. Nannie took us for picnics to Freeborough Hill just up the road.
Sad memories of the weekly trip to Sunday School at the Methodist Chapel I think. Some of the local children would lay in wait and bully me. I would take refuge at Auntie Martha's.
Pittley Hill
I can remember the late 50s, early 60s, coaches from Scarborough used to stop here, the titles says why, it still brings back my childhood memories when I drive past.
Cleveland memories
Shale Heaps
Hi, I lived at Lingdale at 27 North Terrace which was the last row of terraced houses near the shale heaps which were deposited from the iron ore mine which was situated in Stanghow Lane. The distance between the houses and the shale heaps was about 12 feet and was held back by a stone wall which was crumbling allowing the shale heaps to encroach towards the houses on North Terrace. I remember me and my sister Enid used to climb to the top of the shale heaps with a piece of cardboard or tin and slide down the shale heaps, needless to say that many a time I arrived home with no rear in my little short trousers and suffered for it, but we still used to do it regardless of the consequences, it was such fun.
I also remember the ack-ack unit that was situated at the top of Stanghow Lane during the Second World War and my brother Walter bringing me a piece of perspex from one... Read more
Memories of The 1930s
Sometimes in those early days we went on holiday to Mam’s mother and father in Brotton. This was a small village about two miles from Saltburn, a Victorian holiday resort on the North Yorkshire coast. I recall the pier there, where you feel you are out at sea when the tide was in. A journey up and down the cliff on the funicular railway was always a thrill. It is still there and is still quite exciting as I discovered to my delight a couple of years ago. Grandma and Grandad lived in a small terraced house on the High Street. number 41. Grandad had a rocking chair beside the fire and a spittoon beside it. The spittoon was filled with fresh sawdust every day and was black-leaded every day also. There was a large open range, itself also black leaded daily, and water for the house was heated in a side part of the range. Grandad had been an iron miner at Skinningrove iron mine nearby, in his working... Read more
Fish And Chips in Gerrie Street
I remember when I was a little girl and we lived in Gerrie Street. Opposite us was Mr Brown's Fish and Chip Shop and he made wonderful fish and chips. The window of my mum and dad's bedroom overlooked the fish and chip shop and what we called "The Bank Top". I used to creep out of bed in the summer and watch the young people getting their fish and chips and then standing on the bank top to eat them. At the weekend there was always quite a crowd and I was fascinated.
Mr Brown was a lovely man. I used to play whip and top on the bank top and many a time I can remember him knocking a nail into the bottom of the wooden spinning top for me when my dad was at work and couldn't repair it for me.
When the fish and chip shop closed the shop was turned into a house and we moved around the corner into Albion Street. I am now... Read more
Lockwood Beck And Lingdale
Hi Everyone what a lovely photo of the reservoir. My family lived at the reservoir for many years. My father and his father were born there with his sisters. He was Henry Marshall born 1923. He was the 3rd Henry Marshall...me I'm the 4th and my son is the 5th.
A family member has traced the family of marshalls back to 16oo's in Lincolnshire.
My dad used to work for the Water Authority and found out when the trees around the reservoir had been cut. We often used to collect logs for our fires when we lived at 8 Davison Street Lingdale. Unfortunately I never fished the waters.
Dad told us about the early years of the war when German Bombers dropped the surplus ordance on the moor above the houses, they caused many moor fires and after wards he would collect used ordnance shells and polish the brass placing them on the hearth. Other stories concerned going along the stream, under the bridge into the farm across the road... Read more
The Market Place
When I was at school I did the history of Loftus. The market place was used for the market stalls, I think that it should be like that again.
Bring back the meaning of Loftus market place - if anyone agrees let people know.
Even if the shops that we have bring their products out to the stalls we might get more people coming and put Loftus back on the map and not just known as a trouble town.
