Streethouse As A Lad.

A Memory of Streethouse.

I was born at County Hospital in Wakefield, and I recall living at Number 1 Smith Street, long gone and situated roughly where the bungalows are just below the crossings. I remember a cart coming round weekly to empty the middens, and the same cart delivering miners coal.
My Dad Cyril, worked at Sharlston, then later Snydale where I worked many years later.

My Grandad Herbert also worked at Sharlston and was on the committee of the original old WMC, I remember the trips to the seaside by train from the old station, the pop and crisps, and the 10 bob spending money we were given.
As one writer said they were hard times compared with today, but I think we were happier.

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