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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
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.
Before The Motorway
We lived in Branton upto 1978 for 15yrs in St Vincent's Ave. As children we played in the Windmill at the top of the road, there was a staircase that ran to the top floor and then you went through a hatch onto this top level. The house in front of it was a working farm and was then demolished, a builder called Jack Moss built the present one.
The road to Doncaster out of this side of the village was a little winding one with a ditch on the left side and the school was just to the right of the present roundabout going into Old Cantley. One winter mum took us to school in dad's new car, a Triumph Vitesse, and we ended upside down in the ditch because of the ice, dad was not happy when mum told him about the accident.
We played on the new motorway when it was being made, the best time was when the workers finished for the day and... Read more
War Time
During the WW2 war my dad was posted at R A F Finningley and we his family lived in the village at a small holding across the road from the school. I can still see in my mind Wilf the owner who lived there too with his wife. Also the geese and poultry and that we had to take a brush shaft when we went to the outside privy to keep them at bay. Also going to the local market and abattoir with the stock. Also the night lit up at night when the planes returned home from a raid. I may have been a small child but I remember bits of my childhood and that is some of them.
R.A.F. Finningley in The 1950's
I remember my parents and my sisters and I moving to live in a hut about 1955. My father had been commissioned as an Officer and after about 1 year, we moved to "the big house" which was a large property at the Officers' Quarters We then moved again on the camp to a brand new house just built and known as 32 OMQ. At the end of the garden we had a big oak tree and I remember going to the guardhouse at the ripe age of 6 to report that boys were climbing in the tree and they were to be stopped. I remember my teacher at RAF Finningley Infant School. Her name was Mrs Walls and she smelt of face powder. Our headmistress was Mrs Kitchen, a big imposing lady. We had great fun as little children on the camp and would love to hear from others who were there. My first boyfriend was called Christopher Sands and he... Read more
