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Bircotes| Harworth| Blyth| Bawtry| Oldcotes| Tickhill| Langold| Barnby Moor| Carlton-In-Lindrick| New Rossington| Wadworth| Finningley| Hayton| Retford
Serlby area books
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Memories of Serlby
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Watch on The Great North Road
My parents lived at Sprotborough and were great motorcycle and sidecar enthusiasts although by 1968, the Triumph Speed Twin and sidecar had given way to a Morris Minor, later to be replaced with a Triumph Herald. On Friday or Saturday evenings their favourite outing would be to Bawtry. Parking in the Market Place as in this photograph, they would simply sit and watch the huge variety of traffic passing on what, until the Doncaster by-pass A1(M) was constructed, was the Great North Road between London and Scotland. A pint at The Crown and fish and chips in newspaper then completed a perfect evening.
My wife and I stayed at The Crown in late 2006 and to the casual visitor, very little seems to have changed in the Market Place area. Outside the town, the main railway line from Kings X to Edinburgh is now electrified and the roads are less busy because of the loss of through traffic. The old railway station is long gone and the site is... Read more
RAF Camp
I lived here on the RAF camp in a Nissen hut married quarters. I had my first baby in Worksop Hospital. I used to walk from the camp down to the village to collect my weekly RAF wife's allowance further along the road and then pushing the pram would park it outside of the bakers on the small parade of shops on the right. Opposite was the church where my son was christened.
Memories of my Childhood in Rossington.
My story starts on the 1st of March 1950, the date of my birth at Doncaster Royal Infirmary. My parents Jack & Mary Flather lived in Old Rossington at 65 Haigh Crescent, living with relatives (Guy) until a house became available for our family to move into. We then moved to 57 Gattison Lane one of the many council houses built for mining families in this area. My father (Jack) worked firstly as a miner and then a deputy at the pit. My mother did many jobs such as working in the fields picking vegetables which were in season at the time of year, and we as children used to pick peas and beans to supplement our pocket money in the summer holidays, competing with the older women for the best rows which yielded more produce and better weights to fill the sacks which were weighed and a ticket produced to exchange for cash at the end of the day.
I attended Rossington church school with my two brothers... Read more
Staying With Nanna.
This memory goes from 1953 up to the 1960s because our holidays in them days were always at Rossington, staying with Nanna. Me my older brother Alex and my twin brother John loved it. Nanna and Grandad were Jack and Burtha Bird who lived at 57 Haig Crescent. Grandad was a miner like a lot of people in Rossington. One of my memories was watching for Grandad coming home after night shift. My twin brother and I watched every morning for him and his friend (Johnty Wren) walking up Haig Crescent. As soon as he came through the door John and I were down to greet him. He would get his snap box (sandwich box) out of his bag, open his box and Hey-Presto, there was a jam sandwich each for John and I.
When we got a little older and arrived at Gran's (we were told to call her Gran because we were getting to big to call her Nanna) we would have a bite to eat then... Read more
All Day Picnics
It might have been as early as 1959 when I would have been 6 years old that on a summer Sunday a picnic would be prepared, and along with two older bothers and a younger sister we would walk to the Abbey. Dad would pay the entrance fee and find a suitable spot to set up camp among the ruins. The day would be taken up with paddling in the stream running through the grounds (Health & Safety would probably ban this activity these days as higher upstream the sewerage works pumped whatever into the stream). The grounds used to be packed with other picnicers enjoying the day.
Maltby Lido
My memories are the happy times I spent as a child at the lido. We had little money, just a bottle of water and dry bread and jam on a Sunday morning and fun in the Lido. I well remember Harry Wood the baths attendant. He used to let us stay over our time. My brothers used to throw me in -- I soon learnt to swim -- yes happy days.
Renee Greenwood nee Cobb
Maltby Lido
I remember the Open Air Lido very well. It was managed by Sid and Minnie Armstrong. They looked after their customers well and once they got to know you they let you stay over your time and sometimes never charged you for the basket which you put your clothes in. It was a good and cheap source of entertainment plus all your mates came also, they were happy days.
