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Historic maps of Tursdale and the local area, hand-drawn by Ordnance Survey and Samuel Lewis. View all Tursdale maps
Tursdale photos
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Coxhoe| Ferryhill| Sherburn| Langley Moor| Thornley| Sherburn Hill| Wheatley Hill| Durham| Brancepeth| Sedgefield| Wingate| Ushaw Moor| Bishop Auckland| Shildon| Langley Park
Tursdale area books
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Memories of Tursdale
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Up The Wood
We had no TVs, and there was not much on the radios so we made our own entertainment. One activity was playing up the local wood. We had two woods close to East Howle. One was called the Side Wood and the other was known as the Middle Wood. We just did the usual things, like making camps, climbing trees, playing on rope swings, eating worms, just the sort of things that young lads did in those days. Most of the time we were in the side wood, because as the name implies, the middle wood was in the middle of a field and to get there we had to cross the farmer's field which in the summer was always planted with something, invariably corn of one type or another. It was always risky crossing the field because you never knew when the farmer would appear and chase you. If he was on foot he always seemed to have a shotgun with him which was quite scary. On reflection I... Read more
Boyhood Days
My aunts and uncles lived in East Howle and I was a regular visitor around and before 1950. The two families lived opposite one another in what I think may have been "railway cottages" and my cousins totalled 9. In those days you got off the ABC bus at the railway crossing and walked along a path towards the Jubilee Bridge. The track then carried on towards the Tar-beds and West Cornforth. My relatives lived in a square and there was no electricity down there, just coal fires, paraffin lamps, candles and battery-powered radio. The atmosphere at night was fantastic and the boyhood adventures amongst the woods, streams and railway around the "Rocks" area are still magical!
Fond Memories From The Antipodes
I have lived in Australia for 42 years but Coxhoe always remains home to me. The 7 Frith photos which are published at this site are the real Coxhoe to me because I was living there in that era and that is how it remains locked in my memory. These pictures take me back to the 28 happy years that I lived in loved in and left for a new life all those years ago.
I have been back on 3 occasions hoping to find some contact with my past life (old friends or their families) but to no avail. Perhaps better luck next time. Would be peased to hear from anyone in the area.
Happy Doggie Days
I rmember playing football in Elm Road, going up the donkey woods, catching newts down the bottom wood, deep snow in winter, happy days.
Distant Memories
I was born in Doggie in 1934. I remember playing football in Elm Rd refereed to by the person in one of your letters and was wondering if I went to school with that person. Although he/she may know my nephews John and Alfred Mould better. I left Doggie when I was 18 years old and now live in Australia, but have fond memories of my childhood in Cornforth and remember the very things mentioned by people on your website. I often look on Google Maps at the village and try to find the places I remember like "The Wood", only to find it has gone. We as children used to go to the "Hills and Holes" which, thinking about it, must have been some early diggings of some sort. I remember with great fondness the names of the children I went to school with in Mr Chambers class and wonder what happened to them. I wonder if they remember? I find myself almost in tears as I remember their... Read more
Childhood Days
I was born in Quarrington Hill in 1941 and left to train as a nurse aged 17. Being post war it was difficult, everything on rations and little money. My school was Cassop County Primary. Our days were spent on the village green, rose-hip picking, blackberry picking, catching tadpoles, going to Cassop bluebell wood, street games with all village families, just wonderful happy times. I now live in Jersey, Channel Islands, which is tranquil and lovely but I will never forget my happiness in our village, visiting all the woods and whinnies was magic, we would stay outdoors from dawn to dusk.
The Rink
Surely someone remembers Spennymoor Rink in the 1950s or am I the only one left? That last dance! 'Cherry Blossom Pink' etc played by that superb trumpet, the Teddy Boys. The fights, they were not so great! What about the pub next door. Was it the railway or something? Three Newcastle Brown Ales and a rum and pep then off to the dance. The late one... 12 Midnight till 4 am was it, the late buses or if you missed them that long walk to whereever. It seems like yesterday, a hundred years ago.
John Tully
