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Memories of A Childhood in Kibblesworth
I was born Patricia Ann Storey in Lindfield, Haywards Heath in Sussex in January 1949 and was first brought to Kibblesworth in February 1951 aged 2 after I was adopted by Thomas and Margaret Thurgood who lived in Gardiner Square. I was to live there for 25 of the most wonderful years of my life until I married in August 1976.
When I was 6 years old, my adopted mam (Maggie) died and I was taken, without my dad's consent, to a children's home in Whickham by the district nurse who was looking after my mam. My dad, who was furious, was advised to leave me there until after the funeral. In fact the people who advised him (neighbours) told him to leave me there indefinitely, but I remember him saying 'I took her out of a home and she isn't going back into one'. I was to stay there for 2 of the most horrendous weeks of my life. I can still today (I'm now 60) remember every... Read more
Kibblesworth
I was born in Kibblesworth in 1940. My dad left when I was 6 weeks old to fight in the Second World War. After years in a prisoner of war camp in Japan he arrived home when I was 5 years old. I went to Kibblesworth primary school from 1945 till 1951 when I went to Chester le Street Secondary Modern sShool. A special aunty was Mary Wilson, and Uncle Jack (Alan's parents). I still keep in touch with Alan via e-mail. Friends I remember from school days were Pauline Kay, Glynis Bell and Elspeth Brown Kibblesworth has lots of good memories of when you were able to play out at nights and your parents did not need to worry. Special events were the Sunday School Anniversaries when we all got special outfits. I also remember playing tennis at the Welfare and dances at the Institute. In 1974 I moved to BC, Canada, with my husband and 2 children but I still remember my days in the village. My maiden name was... Read more
Potts Ancestry Kibblesworth
My father Edward Potts was born in Kibblesworth in 1900 his brothers were William Potts, Noble Potts and his sister was Hilda Potts.
All the brothers were miners in Kibblesworth. When dad married we moved to Birtley but used to visit Uncle William fairly regularly usually on a Sunday when we would walk from Birtley and up the railway wagon line into the village. It made our walk a little shorter. Uncle William and aunt Nancy lived in Gardner Square and I remember the large grass park in front of the house.
Dad's family was very large as Grandma Eliza had first married Joseph Eltringham and had a family, Joseph died and she then married my grandfather William Potts and they had a family. His first marriage was to Dorothy Ann Woodhouse and they had a family.
Altogether with the 3 families there was about 17 children. No wonder I never knew who was who.
Frederick John Potts married Dorothy Ann Robson and... Read more
The Watsons
Does anyone remember the Watson family? My mam was Maud, she had six brothers, George, Bob, Harry, Tony, Terry and Bernard. Their father worked in Kib Pittand drank in the Lamsley Arms.
Happy Memories
Living in Low Fell the Ravensworth Arms was our 'local' and a circle of friends was formed in the late 1960s and we still remain friends 40 years on, although only two still live in Lamesley.
My parents met their friends and I met my late husband. It was a wonderful atmosphere and spanned the age range - like an extension of your living room with an extended family.
We married in St Andrews Church in 1970, our two childen were subsequently christened there and six years later when we relocated to the Lake District and bought a cottage which needed a name, 'Lamesley Cottage' was the perfect one.
I have a memorial bench for my parents in Saltwell Park and my husband's ashes are on a Northumbrian beach so on our frequent visits across the Pennines we always come via Lamesley...
Bank Top Garage
I joined the Bank Top Garage at Whickham, Bank Top, after being made redundant from George and Jobling. It was a bit run down and not what I was used too, but I thought I would get a wage so I would give it a shot. The main business was haulage and petrol sales so I was left with the task of getting customers with cars to come in. So smiling politely at the pumps, I told people what we did and how much we did it for, it was like dragging a yard of chain but I endeavoured and soon I began to see the fruits of my labours as clients arrived and booked in work. Greeting customers with a smile and "Good morning" was much better than a suit with a dorsal fin attached and it still works today. I met and worked with a lot of nice people in Whickham but sadly I was a married man with kids and left Whickham for more money in the... Read more
Hubert Terrace
I often wondered who Hubert was. Other road names around were obvious. Bank Street was on a bank; School street had a school at the end of it. But Hubert Terrace? One side of my street was brick and the other was stone; something else I wondered about because all of the streets down from us towards the river were brick. Just this one terrace in stone. I say my street but in fact we lived on the corner of Bank Street and Hubert terrace; for a short while my mother ran the corner shop but her soft heart and unsound business practise of extending credit meant the venture was short lived. In the 1970s I came across a photograph by Graham Smith; one of a series he did using a cut out of his father placed in different locations, this shot was taken from across the road looking up towards our old front door on Bank Street, with a couple of strangers (well to me anyway) on the step.... Read more
