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Memories of Newcastle Upon Tyne
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Trams, Markets And Bright Yellow Trolly Buses
With big hugs from waiting family on one of the many platforms that was Central Station, we hurried though the noise and clouds of steam towards the station exit and into the sunlight...my eyes gazing in wonderment at all the the grand buildings, trams and bright yellow trolly buses, we had nothing like it in our Hampshire town, our railway station had but two platforms and the largest building was the Empire picture house. The queues were long for the big yellow trolly bus,but well worth the wait....for me it was a mad scramble up the stairs and right to the front, to get the best veiw...or best veiw possible considering the amount of smoking going on...on the top deck,one look over my shoulder and it was all headscarfs, flat caps and tab ends, a bus-load of British backbone that would ensure that we would win the war one day soon. On our way we would pass a brewery with a smell that lives with me to this day, along with the... Read more
Steamtrains, Servicemen And Central Station.
The journey up to and across London to King's Cross Station for a 4-year old boy was exciting enough, but our adventure had only just begun. Holding my mother's hand tightly, we searched carriage after carriage for our seats on the packed but magnificent steam engine that was to take us at breakneck speed to Newcastle and the safety of my nana's house in Stanhope Street. Settled in our seats (thanks to a kindly soldier and a sailor) with our case in the above netted luggage rack and our sandwiches and flask of tea on our laps we waited ready to go. The train was full of servicemen and women either returning from or going off to war, even the corridors were crammed full with both men and women sitting on kitbags, including our two heroes who had given us their seats....I always hoped they made it. The 300 mile or so journey was a fantastic collection of sights,sounds and smells as we sped on our way, the greenery of the fields with... Read more
Catholic Orphanage 1930
I am looking for anyone who might have gone to school with my Mom, Agnes or my Aunt, Eleanor. They were placed in care around 1928 or 1929 due to financial difficulties in their family. Initially they were separated because my aunt was very young, but eventually they were reunited. Their last name was Fennelly. I believe they stayed there until they aged out. I hope someone can help me. Lois
My Birthplace
I lived in Newcastle-upon-Tyne from being 3 so I really can't remember much. I lived with my mother because my dad was in the army, he came home in 1945 and we had a big party in the street, it was lovely. We had parties in the street for quite a few things, it was fab. Years later I married and went to Australia, we went back in 1994. It was weird, nothing was the same, our house was no longer there and everything was flat, all the pubs on Scotswood Road were all gone. I remember standing in queues with my mother for meat and rations with ration books so now I can look back on my birthplace with memories.I would like to look on find my family but I don't know my father's birthday.
Newcastle
This is a bit of a long shot...My father came from Newcastle and as a small child I have recollections of visiting there. Now the hard part...my father died many years ago and I was about 8 years old the last time I saw him. My mother is also dead and not having any details at all it's hard to trace any relatives there. My father's name was Frank Willis. I was told his parents were something to do with Mecca in those days.My dad moved to Birmingham and married my mom, Katheline Downing. Any info would be great.
Beginning in Fenham Barracks
We arrived in Newcastle in September from Malaysia, (Malaya) where my father had been stationed with his regiment and housed in that fortification of red brick buildings, embraced by a red brick wall: Fenham Barracks. After a couple fo weeks I became acclimatised to the "cold" and, upon venturing outdoors, found a wealth of new-found friends and every day was packed with simple fun!
One of our favourite games was duelling with the kids from Spittal Tongues, which was just over the barrack wall. We would climb on top of this structure and taunt the local kids, who would then hurl stones and insults at us to which we would recriprocate in kind - only we came off better as we had the protection of our gardian:The Wall! The approach to bonfire night found us sneaking from the barracks to raid their bonfire stock in order to improve ours and in this the hapless Spittal Tongues junior community were helpless.
A little beyond the back entrance to the... Read more
Newcastle University
I attended the University from 1970 - 1973 studying Surveying and Mathematics with Messrs Carmody and Newton. I lived in Havelock Hall for two years, and was involved with the JRC committee that ran the social side of Hall life. Mr Calvert was the Hall Warden. During my term as JCR President, the band Wings with Paul McCartney came one night to give a performance as the start of his comeback after the Beatles had broken up a couple of years previously. I rented an apartment in my final year to get a quiet place to study.
St Vincents Orphanage - re Henry Ritchies Memory
My father (same name) was there between 1933-41 and also has many memories. Talk to him if you are able to start his memory cells. e mail: norman.phillipson@talktalk.net
