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I remember living at 2 Chapel Street, it was a grocery shop fronting a farm owned by the Jarvis family. And I remember my uncle charging accumalators in a shed in their back yard.
Posted by Ted Williams.
Waiting For The Bus
As a small child and a grown woman with children of my own I remember waiting for the Wakefield bus after a visit to my grandparents. Some times it would be the West Riding bus, at other times it was the United one. Until his death in 1973 Grandad, whenever possible, would walk us down to the bus stop and wait with us until the bus came.
By Jean Johnson (nee Aston)
Weddings & Christenings
The Parish Church at Hemsworth is where my parents were married and where me and my twin sisters were christened. In 1959 I was a bridesmaid for my aunt when she got married. The last time I was in the church was for my cousin's funeral a few years ago. I have a copy of this photograph on my lounge wall in my Wakefield home.
Jean Johnson (nee Aston)
The War Years From The Eyes of an 8 Year Old Boy.
I was born on Rodman Street, Woodhouse Mill on the 15th November 1931. That makes me 79 now. I remember the Second World War and the shelters in the back garden. I remember the poppy day ceremonies at the cenotaph in Woodhouse, I was a scout with Skipper Edwards as our leader. Bob Graves was the Akela for the cubs. We played Kick Can on Rodman Street in the blackout. I live in Shireoaks now but I will always remember "Wudhus mill" or "The mill" as we knew it. When the school was taken over as an emergency post, we did "home service" in Mrs Bloom's front room for a couple of hours a day, with Miss Alton (Alston?) as our teacher. What days they were!
Childhood Memories
My father, Bertram Whittingham was a native of Hemsworth, born 1892 and I am the remaining son of the family born August 1926 in a small miner's cottage located at No. 7 North View. My father was a coal miner, working at Hemsworth Colliery until his retirement. There are so many memories, I really don't know where to begin. The police station was located just before reaching Cross Hills on the right hand side. Opposite was Townsend, the butcher, with the "slaughter house" situated at the back of his shop. Next to Townsends stood the Midland Bank. At the bottom of Highfields was a stone trough where the horses would stop to drink. I can only recall 2 policemen manning the station, one of them named "Bobby Johnson". As children, we were scared to death of him. If he caught us being mischievious, he would give us a clip "round the ear hole", folowed by - "Al tell thi father wast tha's done". Time around 1932 On Kirkby Road, just past the market place,... Read more
Moving to A Brand New Council House
I was born on Aston Terrace (leading down to Brookhouse colliery) in 1956, lived there till I was 3-4ish yet I can remember running down to the bridge to get there before the steam train passed under the bridge, memories I still treasure along with the friends I knew there, many of them also moved to the new council estate. Many of them no longer with us but not forgotten. One of the strongest memories I have is of sliding down the side of the tip on the blade of an old shovel we found, and playing on some old cranes left to rot at the top of the terrace. Could go on for ever but getting to the end of my word allowance. Would like to see pics of the old terrace if any exist, I ain't found any yet (mum - Margaret, dad- Jozef). If you have any pics of old Aston Terrace I would be glad to see them I.M me ok ?
Aston Terrace
I remember sliding down Outcrop and sitting on wooden steps leading to Brookhouse pit. On pay day miners used to give us some coppers and we would share them out. I used to go and see Guddy Pearson, a homeless man who lived in one of derelict houses on Aston Terrace. Our roundabout was at the sewerage, they had a thing like a roundabout with water coming out on a bed of stones. I can also remember when a cage accident happened at pit, all the women went running down to pit to see if thier loved ones had survived. I was only about 7 at the time. I can remember having to be dug out of house one winter as it was feet deep with snow, and my mum had bought me a hula hoop for Xmas and I couldn't go outside because it was that deep. There was only one house had electric and they called him Albert Silkstone, he used to charge us a penny to watch... Read more
