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Skinningrove, the Jetty c1955
Skinningrove, the Jetty c1955 Ref: S286013
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Year: 1930s
Springhead Terrace A memory of Loftus, Cleveland I was born at number 11, and was told I did not open my eyes, so Mrs Tyreman baptized me. She had changed from Methodist to Catholic when she married her husband who was a tailor. When the priest came the next morning and blessed me I opened my eyes. I was given a spoonful of brandy to keep me alive, and was told I was talking by the age of two. I had two bouts of Double Pneumonia before the age of six, but was an altar boy at the age of seven at Saint Joseph and Saint Cuthbert Catholic church up highside. I remember going downhill on bogeys and sledges, and Mr Haxby, the Blacksmith at the end of the street, who put metal runners on our sledge. During the War, we would queue for food, and managed to get eggs from the local farm. My brother and I once carried a block of salt from the Cooperative store, and were asked if we were going to kill a pig. My mother would bake bread, and we had salad teas with fresh food from Mr Wilkinson, a market gardener, who had a stall in the Market Place. I learned later that Loftus was a medieval town, and had the typical Saxon town shape of a marketplace and four roads, North. South. East. and West. We loved Slaters Banks and the bluebell wood with the smell of wild garlic,with primroses, and cowslips on the banksides.We went once to Skinningrove beach to see a dead beached whale, and another time saw a Lockheed Lightning crash. I still remember a Zeppelin passing over, and saw the resulting damage from two landmines that fell on the town. We collected shrapnel and parachute cord, and went up to Hummersea, but stayed off the beach, while collecting fossils, near where Alum Mines had been.We played cricket and football in the recreation ground, and went to see cricket matches between Loftus, and places like Seaton, and Redcar. My mother told me of the shop owned by a Mr. Race. It was a race between a camel and a lion. The Golden Lyon was a hotel and the other two were shops. The centre of town on one occasion displayed a Messershmidtt fighter, on another a Spitfire. I think the Angel Inn went back a long way. It was the Angel of the Annunciation. I rode on a large working horse through the town, appeared as King Arthur with his Knights in a school pageant, and saw" A Midsummer Night's Dream" performed by the local secondary school, whose Headteacher was Mr. Normanton. Shinty was played at that school, and he told the story of a child born in an aeroplane, asking what nationality the child would be. The answer was Scottish. He may have had Scottish connections, or he may have, like the child, been born in Ayr. I would like to hear of anyone's memories of my parents, Hugh Lavelle, and Catherine Ryan. They were both parishioners of the Catholic church. and were fifty years in the town. My sister Margaret, whom I never knew, is buried in Loftus cemetery. Larks and peewits, yellow hammers, and crows and rooks were plentiful in Loftus, and milk was brought on horse -drawn floats from local farms. There was also an annual gymkhana, and the hall of the Women's Institute was well-used for dances and celebrations. We had maypole dancing and church processions, and near the Church of Saint Leonard there was a wayside shrine of the crucifixion with a quotation from the bible. The hall grounds had a rookery, and may have been part of the church at one time. The Market Place was where the United Bus Company set off for Whitby on one side and Middlesbrough on the other. I think the railway line was closed under Mr. Beechham, but the Danby bus went up Station Road and to Glaisdale. We loved it, as it was a real boneshaker. Kelly Watson Company ran a bus to Saltburn, where there were beautiful sands which went on as far as Redcar. Runswick Bay was popular with visiting buses, but they were not allowed down hill in case they could not manage up again. We liked Staithes where the women wore bonnets and sold fish from baskets on their heads. Many Loftus residents were artistic, since seascapes were popular, and there was a band, even a bandstand.There were cobblers, and watchmakers, stonemasons and carpenters. and several newsagents, and sweetshops. There were whipping tops, hoops and marbles and conkers in season. I learned later in life that many of our dialect words were old English. Egton Bridge even had a saint who was hanged at York in his eighties, for being a Catholic priest. He is commemorated every year in Ugthorpe. Blessed Nicholas Postgate is his name. I remember many names of old Catholic families in Loftus. Wilson, Miller, Redmond, Swales.Ward, Harrison, Dowson. were a few of them. The first Mass in Loftus was celebrated at Mr. Wren's house at the bottom of Springhead, before the church was built. It was quite a common sight to see the Church of England vicar and the Catholic priest walking together in the Market Place. Some chidren from the old Catholic school of Saint Joseph were reprimanded by the Headteacher for shouting " U PUTS WATTER INT MILK!", then shouting the name of the culprit.Next day instead of the name they called out "TtHE NAWS!" Hopefully both sides were satisfied. I am sorry to hear that Loftus has become only a dormitory town. There was a strong farming community in my time, and fine fruiterers like Whitlocks, and even icecream and penny licks at Trillos, an Italian family. Mill bank was always a problem in winter, but many walked up and down it to go to work in mines and steel works. The name means house on the hill after all. Last edited: 29/08/2008 09:23 by Joseph Lavelle |
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The Market Place A memory of Loftus, Cleveland 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. Last edited: 10/01/2007 16:19 by Susan Holt |
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 Saltburn-By-The-Sea, Huntcliff and Pier 1923 (ref: 74259) |
Year: 1947
Huntcliffe Cottages A memory of Saltburn-By-The-Sea, Cleveland On this photograph there is a little 'bump' on the horizon just below Warsett. That 'bump' is 3 railway cottages and my Dad lived in No. l with his parents and brother and sister around 1912 - 13ish when he was school age. He went to Brotton School where he met my mum. My grandad had the Signal Box at Huntcliff and then Carlin How and they then moved to Skinningrove. I was about 4 years old when Dad, Mum and I moved back to Huntcliff into No. 3. I loved my time up there. Our nearest neighbours were at Brough Cottage and the 3 farms round about were owned by Ventress, Williamson and Stephenson families. We had some rough winters when it was difficult to get to Brotton and to school and chapel but we had some wonderful summers too, when I got to spend hours outdoors, playing at the farm or in the fields. I used to catch newts, and frogspawn by the bottleful from pools in the 'Holey field'. My mum had to sneak it back into the pools when the opportunity arose! We walked up and down the path to Brotton at all times and all weathers to visit my grandparents and never ever thought of it not being safe to do so, in the dark. There was a badgers' sett in one field near us and of course lots of rabbits. I remember the Burnet Moths - black with red spots - clinging five or six at a time from knapweed flowers. Recently I walked round the cliffs to Skinnigrove and there is a pile of rubble where the old houses used to be. Johnsons cottage, which was near the old fan house, has gone over the cliff. I have been away from Huntcliff now for a long time but I consider it as 'where I come from'. It was a lovely childhood. Couldn't have been better! Last edited: 09/09/2008 09:26 by Georgina Smiles |
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 Moorsholm, Freebrough Hill c1955 (ref: M323007) |
Year: 1959
Pittley Hill A memory of Moorsholm, Cleveland 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. Last edited: 10/07/2008 15:02 by First Name Last Name |
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Lockwood Beck And Lingdale A memory of Boosbeck, Cleveland 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 and pinching apples from thtr orchard. He had to walk to and from the tin shed school in Davison Street Lingdale and often had to fight his way past other kids in Stanghow road and Stanghow he always said his knees were raw from scrambling around on the floor winter and summer. He became friends with Harry Rickerby our old Lingdale School head master. Good to see the sight I hope more people add there memories. Regards David Henry Marshall Posted: 19/01/2008 17:23 by David Marshall |
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