Shipyards on The Wear c1900, Sunderland
Shipyards on The Wear c1900, Sunderland Ref: S263508
Memories of Shipyards on The Wear c1900, Sunderland
Home to my McCue And Routledge Ancestors
This would have been an everyday sight for my ancestors who worked in the paper mill at Hendon and for the NE Railway.
Sunderland & local memories
Read and share memories of Sunderland and Tyne and Wear inspired by Frith photos.
The Fairy Dell in Roker Park
The fairy dell in Roker Park was magical. We really believed the fairies lived there.
Illuminations
The illuminations were a yearly event in Roker Park and it was magic as a young child to visit each year - particularly scarey was Marley's Ghost in a cave in the ravine.
The other memory was of fishing for tiddlers in the pond or having rides on the little train.
Going to School
My family and I lived in Seaburn, a suburb of Sunderland north of the River Wear, and from 1942 to 1944 I attended the nursery department of the Sunderland High School, south of the Wear. Every morning and evening my father, who taught in Sunderland Technical College, would take and fetch me travelling in a tram like the one on this photo.
Happy Days
My parents used to take my brother and me to Roker Park so that we could play there. Our favourite game was rushing up and down the path running through the ravine, which can be seen on this picture.
Getting Lost in Binns
One day, when I was about 5 years old, Mother took me to Binns, which used to be a big store in Fawcett Street. While I was standing by one of the counters, lost in a daydream, Mother went to another counter a few feet away. Abruptly I woke from my dream when the shop assistant leaned over and asked me what I wanted, and because I didn't see Mother, I thought she had gone away and left me there. I rushed out into the street crying, and a small crowd collected around me. A lady asked me where I lived, I was able to tell her, she gave me money for my tram fare, and I travelled home on the top deck, happily singing to myself, for I'd got over my fright. By the time I reached Seaburn, where I lived, I was happy again, and couldn't imagine why Mother was in tears!
Abingdon st
I have fond memories of visiting our grandparents on our mother's side, who lived at number 8. We recited the "ABC" streets and I can remember Smythes the cake shop at the top of the street, where we bought Snowball cakes from. We also walked to Barnes Park with my dad, obviously to get us out of the way for a bit of fresh air! I clearly remember the bandstand and on a recent revisit to Sunderland to retrace some memories, it revoked the cannon we used to sit on. I remember several of the roads were red tarmac and the buses were orange and we caught the bus which said Seaburn. I remember Binns and on the way into the centre there was a scrap yard with a yellow robot in it that we all looked for. Coming from the country, oddly Sunderland was never about the sea but about seeing nana and granddad and mum used to call her mum "mam". I clearly remember the metal arched bridges... Read more
Memories of Amberley Street
I lived there for 20 odd years and had the best time of my life there. Now I am 40 and I still remember it like it was yesterday but it was a sad day when it got pulled down. But I still have fond memories of Amberley Street, thank you.
Flood And Farley
I lived in Sunderland for 20 years then moved away. I now live in Australia and would love it if someone could give me some information on my family. The Floods were originally from Ireland then Seaham then Sunderland and the Farleys originally from Sheffield then moved to Sunderland. I have some fond memories of Sunderland.
War Time
For anyone who may have any doubts about Sunderland being bombed put it to rest. I was born in 1935 in Hendon. I vividly recall the day war was declared September 3rd 1939 (my birthday). The next five years were spent in the air raid shelter in the back yard or curled up under the stairs. The bombers blew the hell out of every where except what they were aiming for (the dockyards). Every morning we would go around the streets looking for shrapnel (bomb fragments), and checking to see if they had hit the school, which unfortunately they never did. So put your mind at rest.
The Hoffmans of Amberley Street
My mother in her eighties took me to Amberley Street where she spent her childhood in the 1920s and 1930s. Does anyone have information on this street now that my mother is dead? Best regards, the Wilson family.
Wartime in Sunderland
My aunt Phoebe and uncle John George Charlton lived near the hump bridge crossing the Sunderland to Newcastle train line. We got off the bus at the Wheatsheaf pub travelling from Gateshead to walk about one hundred yards. Their home was adjacent to the line next to an abattoir down a narrow lane. My mother used to visit them during the war years beginning in about 1940. I was seven years old and I would lean over the wall for ages in their back yard watching the trains pass. Sometimes I would wander on my own near to the Monk-Wearmouth bridge passing the museum on my way. There was a picture house on the opposite side of the road. On my next visit I was shocked to see that the picture hall had been flattened by German bombers no doubt trying to hit the bridge. I got to know later that that quite a lot of people lost their lives that fateful night. I have been back to view my... Read more
My Grandad
My mother used to tell me about my grandad richard field he was a footballer in hes younger days and he used to play for norwich city football club He was allso the head foreman in doxford s shipyards in pallion But my mother told me that on a new years eve when the clock was going to chime 12 to see the new year in the men would race alone farcett street to get from one end of the street before chimes finished I can allso remember standing out side of binns store for the trays of strawberrys there used to sell there were the best strawberrys i ever had
Wartime in The Pallion
I was born in Scotland in 1936 through my who came from Wallsend. I have memories of the north east, my father's sister lived in the Pallion in the 1940s. We used to visit during the war, sleeping on mattresses on the floor. My aunt was Annie Mckinnell and I have a memory of a bomb dropping nearby which shook our house. I am 73 now and live in Kent. I have met Pallion people here who remember that, so Sunderland WAS bombed. I wasn't dreaming.
