Thurnscoe memories
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Old Days
Ah! the old town where I was born and grew up before leaving in 1977 for Canada. My grandparents had the fruit shop on Doncaster Road and supplied the Hall at Hickelton for the Halifax family before it became the Sue Ryder Home. I attended the school in Goldthorpe on the junction of High Street and across from the cinema and the police station? Great days now long gone as is nost of the town no doubt....
Childhood Days.
I too have happy and sad memories of Thurnscoe. I started school in 1952 at Hill Infants. Mrs Cartlidge was our teacher. I still remember where I sat behind the door and being given a small blackboard and chalk on my first day there. Every day was an adveture, we never got bored, but then you were allowed to roam all over, up Stotfold Farm with your bottle of water and jam sandwich, into the scary cave wood, but you were always home before dark. Everyone out in the street before bath and bed, playing knock down tin cans and hide and seek, with our mothers at the gate watching, and gossiping, but never in each other's houses. No need to compare what others had, we all had the same, even at Christmas, every child in the street seemed to get the same, one main present. At junior school we had great adventures in the old air raid shelters, you could be anyone you wanted, no toys needed, just an... Read more
Another Thurnscoe Lad
Born 24th February 1947 at 66 Church Street Thurnscoe, one of the worst winters or so I was told. I went to Houghton Road Infants and Junior School. I remember Mrs Cook she was a little woman, her favourite weapon was the spindle from a chair, Mr Carr was a good bloke, he never hit me. I went to the Thurnscoe Hill in 1958 and left in 1962. Mr Buck had a bat with "Ouch" on one side and "Wow" on the other, Young Mr Haigh used the slipper or the knuckle on the head, Old Mr Haigh the Headmaster was very adept with the cane, he got you on the upward stroke and on the downward stroke, so when you went for 6 you got 12, aah the good old days, but they were respected.
I left school at 15 and worked as a pony driver at Dearne Valley Colliery until I was 17 and a half, when I joined the King's Own Yorkshire Light Infantry. I served for... Read more
Memories of A Thurnscoe Lad
1948 was the year I was born and lived at 39 Taylor Street, ajacent to Thornley Crescent, School Street, Garden Street and John Street. In 1953 I attended the Thurnscoe Infants School on Houghton Road straight across from Stone Brothers garage I remember that some of the teachers were called Miss Davidson, Miss James and Miss Rose and the Headmistress Mrs Brown. 1955 came around and I moved up the road to the junior school remembering again the teachers, Miss Gregory. Cook, Mr Sammy Carr, Allsop, Fletcher, Hargreaves, Ellis
and Head Mr W E Hill.
1959 saw me moving up to the Thurnscoe Hill School at the top of Tudor Street, this was the time you started to grow up because you met with the kids who went to the Hill juniors. I remember playing football up on the school field or cross country which you ran to the vicarage at Clayton, down the hill then across the fields, by Stotfold Farm, back to the playing field, then run... Read more
John Eaton
John Eaton (1832-1914), my great great grandfather, is buried in St. Helen's churchyard along with his wife Jane (Siddall). The memorial stone was originally near the gate and surrounded by iron railings, which were most likely removed during WW II as part of the 'war effort', and is now located near the right hand boundry of the church yard.
There is a stained glass window in the church dedicated to John & Jane Eaton.
John Eaton was a renowned Mining Engineer responsible for the 'sinking' of many mines throughout the country and particularly in Derbyshire and Yorkshire. He was a churchwarden and vice-chairman of the Parish Council.
Anne Giles (nee Eaton).
Vincent Terrace
I was born at Vincent Terrace in my grandmother's house in 1949, opposite the pit. Have some happy memories of Thurnscoe, my grandad always went to the {Corrie} for a drink on Sunday afternoon, I still have his membership card as a keepsake.
Found lots of old pics of neighbours who were friends, Kath and Nick and Mrs Mellor, I would love to send them the pics, if you know them let me know.
We lived with my grandparents until my parents got a house in Highgate. I went to Highgate School then to Goldthorpe until my last year, then we moved to Wigan.
I remember the pit lane and going to the baths and going to the skating rink at Goldthorpe{roller skating}, and going to the matinee on a Saturday afternoon, watching the Lone Ranger and Tonto {can you guess my age?}, playing in the backs behind Vincent Terrace, all happy memories, it used to be such a friendly place.
Does anyone know if Vincent Terrace still stands?
Regards... Read more
Early 1950 Before I Left For Australia
Thurnscoe was where I was born, back in 1941, and I attended the Hill secondary school, these are some of my fondest memories.
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Childhood Memories
I came upon the website by accident and although I don't live far away now I started to remember my childhood days there. Born and brought up in Goldthorpe by my parents who both went to the Salvation Army I have many happy memories of playing on the market stalls. They could be anything in our imaginations, house, bus, pirate ship, whatever we wanted tham to be. We never thought of damaging them or destroying them, for after the war we didn't have many toys and made our own amusement. Another special place was the Empire picture house on a saturday where we used to pay 1d (one old penny) to go to the matinee. The local policeman was always on hand to keep an eye on us (I think we called him bobby Dick? if my memory serves me right). Most weeks it would be Roy Rodgers with Trigger his horse and I remember it always used to get to the most exciting bit before saying "to be continued... Read more
Goldthorpe
Pauline's memories of the market stalls reminded me as well.... swinging on the cross bars especially. I also went to the Saturday matinees. We got a little card stamped each week. Our main amusement was to get cardboard boxes from the shop (usually Vaughans? at the end of Kelly St.) to flatten out and slide down the railway bankings. These were, of course, disused and a great place to play. Often, 'dens' were to be found and you wondered who had been on your 'patch' to make a den, if it had been left empty. Also the lanes and allotments beyond King Street leading towards Hickleton pit were a vast area to explore and play. My dad had some allotment land down there, near Oscrofts with their lovely flowers, so much of my playtime was there as well. I'm not old enough to remember the knocker-up, but remember being on Dad's shoulders above a crowd of people at Highgate pit. Dad says it must have been the opening of the... Read more
Our Shop
Yes an old town with lots of my memories as we had the shop on Doncaster Road in the picture.
What Happened
To be fair, from what I hear, Thurscoe was a nice place back in the day, but now there's fighting everywhere and Thurscoe is filled with a bunch of hard nuts. Cave woods is a good laugh though, it is the only place that is nice and peaceful, my great nanan's ashes are there.
Goldthorpe in The Fifties.
I was born in 1946 and lived in Manor Avenue. Cricket with dustbin lids propped up with a house brick in the "backins" were our stumps and we played from dawn to dusk during the summer holidays...except during Wimbledon when we played tennis without a net.
Bagnall's field on the corner of Straight Lane opposite the shops, and the old farm next to the fire station. Being in the chippy opposite Travis's corner shop and watching the guy frying suddenly hare off down the road carrying his fireman's gear as he ran.
Barnburgh Colliery sports day at the Welfare ground.
Goldthorpe Infants School...headmistress was Miss Anderton I think. Junior School next door and the thugs who were our teachers.
Dearnside when JKL Davies was headmaster...we called him Jekyll behind his back.
Dondo, the eccentric art teacher with his french beret but no strings of garlic.
The weekly matinee every Saturday morning when Reg Jackson was manager. I used to produce a sort of variety show before the films started for... Read more
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