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NEW HARTLEY
I was born in Long Row. During infancy I moved with my family, father, mother and sister Margaret to Gloria Avenue where I lived until nearly 18. My early pals were Don Peggs and Betty Lonsdale. Across the road were Gwenda Fellows and Rosie Smith who looked after us. I attended school in Melton Terrace. First the Infants where the teachers were Miss Murphy and Miss Donkin. Later progressed to the Junior school across the road where the teachers were Mr Worsnop (followed by Mr Humble) Mrs Edwards and Miss Redford. Schooldays were happy days as we played and learned with our peers. Some oftheose in the same class as me were: Gloria Allen, Les Pike, John Maley, Mary Lees from Harbourne Terrace, Betty Lonsdale & Arden Stokes. We all got on well together. Another lad who was our age was Clifford Embleton who had a wonderful singing voice. At about the age of six I joined... Read more
My Life in New Hartley
I was born in the midlands in 1945. When I was a young girl my father used to take me to my mother's relatives, namely the Pikes at 6 Hastings Gardens, New Hartley, I used to play with a boy named Bryn Pike. Over the road at 68 Seaburn View lived twin sisters, May and Mary, and their brother Arthur named Smith, although May was married to George Williamson. We had so many good memories there in that little village, going to Seaton Delaval Hall with Bryn and seaing Lady Grey, walking across the railway crossings. Aunty May always made me pease pudding, I haven't had that for years now. My Mom (now 94) used to go up to the Pikes when she was a girl on the train from the midlands with her two brothers, Bill and Ted, and her mom Sally, their names were Jones. I am trying to find what relative they are to me. My mom's mother was Sarah Thomas, her sister was Gladys Thomas, I... Read more
Tyne and Wear memories
School Days
I remember well my days at Old Hartley School, it was a tough little school as I remember. The headmistress was very strict and the teachers were none too slow to administer the cane. But it holds the best memories of my junior years. I remember the teacher chalking up three stumps on the wall and we all tried in vain to bowl him out. It was cold in winter as I remember but it was great to make a slide across the school yard when it had snowed. At dinner time we used to go to the little shop at the end of the road and get a triangle-shaped ice lolly, I cannot remember the name of them now but they seemed to last for ever, and buy sports mixture gums for 4 for a penny. We used to have sports days on the field next to the school, when winning meant something even if it was only a 50 metre dash, Noel Patterson always just beat me by a hair's width. Seaton... Read more
Fifty Years or so Ago.
I lived on Hesleyside Road, Wellfield in the late 1950s/early 1960s and as a boy knew all the local fields and highways and by-ways. Although I left the area some years later as I entered my teens I never really lost touch with the vicinity due to a wealth of relatives and friends living in SE Northumberland and on Tyneside. In those days Earsdon had three pubs that I was too young to visit, although I undertook a Scouting 'bob a job' task at the now long gone Phoenix Inn. At that time the no 17 bus used to wind its way through Earsdon village as did the burgundy/chocolate coloured Hunters single decker from Seaton Delaval to Shields. From my bedroom window I could see the beam from St Mary's lighthouse flashing across the night time sky and the distant roof of the Beehive Inn over the flat fields; also in my first year or so living there, the faraway plumes of smoke from the steam-hauled local trains from Monkseaton... Read more
Not Exactly Backworth
I was born in May 1950 at 85 Killingworth Avenue, Castle Park, Backworth. I was the only child in the street for a few years and I remember going into everyone's house for biscuits. I played with everyone's cats and dogs and played in their gardens. I remember my third birthday and watching the Coronation on my Nana's new television, that was 1953. In September 1953 we moved across the road to Number 78 Killingworth Avenue and my sister was born.
I started school in 1955 and remember walking into Annie Browns sweet shop on my way to school (Backworth County Primary School). I can still see the complete layout of the school, the smell of vegetables cooking in the kitchens, the smell of the toilets across the yard. Falling over in the PE lesson and getting a huge pebble stuck in my knee (still have the scar). My first teacher was Mrs Broadbent, then Mrs Robson and then Mrs Dunn (they were both in the 'huts'). Standard 1... Read more
Old Shiremoor
Does anyone have any photos of old Shiremoor as I remember it in the 1960s? The fibreglass factory, the brickworks, the Methodist chapel and the colliery rows, old Emerson Place, the area behind the Blue Bell. The dolly washer on the pit heaps behind Stanton Road, the burn that's now in a pipe that I used to dam and flood the fields! Best playground a young kid could have, no wonder kids now have nothing to do, no pit ponds even... That whole area was great to grow up in, there were loads of old buildings to play in and ponds to raft on. The place is sterile now and heartless and soulless too.
Busy Holidays at The Coast
On the lead up to the Edinburgh & Glasgow holidays, my friends and I used to prepare by building our own 'bogeys' out of some pram wheels, then on the Saturday`we would arrive at the train station and wait for the train to come from Newcastle with the Scots, we would ask the passengers as they came out of the station where they were going to stay and offer to take them and their luggage 'on the bogey' to the bed & breakfast address for a fee, sometimes we were paid half a crown (2/6d), this went on all of the holidays and we did make some money. Another money making idea was, at the end of each nice day that people spent on the beach and on the links, we would go around and collect all the empty pop bottles that were left and take them back to the shop for the deposit. Another way to amuse ourselves was to take newspapers to the Fish & Chips shop and... Read more
