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Fish And Chips in Gerrie Street
I remember when I was a little girl and we lived in Gerrie Street. Opposite us was Mr Brown's Fish and Chip Shop and he made wonderful fish and chips. The window of my mum and dad's bedroom overlooked the fish and chip shop and what we called "The Bank Top". I used to creep out of bed in the summer and watch the young people getting their fish and chips and then standing on the bank top to eat them. At the weekend there was always quite a crowd and I was fascinated.
Mr Brown was a lovely man. I used to play whip and top on the bank top and many a time I can remember him knocking a nail into the bottom of the wooden spinning top for me when my dad was at work and couldn't repair it for me.
When the fish and chip shop closed the shop was turned into a house and we moved around the corner into Albion Street. I am now... Read more
Lockwood Beck And Lingdale
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... Read more
Shale Heaps
Hi, I lived at Lingdale at 27 North Terrace which was the last row of terraced houses near the shale heaps which were deposited from the iron ore mine which was situated in Stanghow Lane. The distance between the houses and the shale heaps was about 12 feet and was held back by a stone wall which was crumbling allowing the shale heaps to encroach towards the houses on North Terrace. I remember me and my sister Enid used to climb to the top of the shale heaps with a piece of cardboard or tin and slide down the shale heaps, needless to say that many a time I arrived home with no rear in my little short trousers and suffered for it, but we still used to do it regardless of the consequences, it was such fun.
I also remember the ack-ack unit that was situated at the top of Stanghow Lane during the Second World War and my brother Walter bringing me a piece of perspex from one... Read more
Memories of The 1930s
Sometimes in those early days we went on holiday to Mam’s mother and father in Brotton. This was a small village about two miles from Saltburn, a Victorian holiday resort on the North Yorkshire coast. I recall the pier there, where you feel you are out at sea when the tide was in. A journey up and down the cliff on the funicular railway was always a thrill. It is still there and is still quite exciting as I discovered to my delight a couple of years ago. Grandma and Grandad lived in a small terraced house on the High Street. number 41. Grandad had a rocking chair beside the fire and a spittoon beside it. The spittoon was filled with fresh sawdust every day and was black-leaded every day also. There was a large open range, itself also black leaded daily, and water for the house was heated in a side part of the range. Grandad had been an iron miner at Skinningrove iron mine nearby, in his working... Read more
A Family Camp at Tocketts Mill Near Guisborough
I had a lovely weekend "up north" to attend a family party in Middlesbrough as my wife's brother-in-law Robert Arbin was celebrating his 60th birthday.
As it was summer we thought it would nice to camp and we found an attractive camping and caravan park at Tocketts Mill just outside Guisborough. Elizabeth and I camped in our old familiar festival tent and our son David camped with his then fiancee Amanda in their spiffing new tent nearby. The site was lovely, and made our weekend in Guisborough pleasant. There was a TV room and I remember watching an international football match and drinking a cool beer!
What a nice site and what nice people in Guisborough!
Hey That's my Car
The closest car in this picture (a Hillman Minx) belonged to my family. I know because my father, Arthur Simpson, bought the postcard because of that. The following year, we moved to Canada where my brother and I still live. My brother and I will be in Guisborough next month. I was there a couple of years ago and saw that Granny Simpson's house on Belmangate is now a hairdresser. They allowed me to go in and have a look around. I was surprised how tiny it is.
Dads Shop
This was taken a year before I emigrated to Australia. My Dad was the owner, and my brother Tom and I were the sons. Dad sold the shop in 1972 (which had been opened in the 1930's) he retired and subsequently died in 1995. The last time I was in Guisborough, was just after he died and not much has really changed except the shop is something else. I have a look at the photo every now and then, just to remember what was life like at 17 - Guisborough was smaller. In the summer I would have to go arouind 8 pm to push the blind back in, as the sun had gone down. Of carrying lambs and pigs on my shoulder from our slaughter house, just past the 7 Seven Stars, hoping not be run over by the traffic.
