West Cornforth

A Memory of Spennymoor.

I remember the donkey wood, the pit ponies that used to roam in the wood. The old picture house now has the lop house at the time at the bottom of the pit bank. Also the hills and the holes where we used to play as kids. Back to back houses down old Cornforth.
Johnson barbers at Slake Terrace. The tar beds where the gipsy used to stop. The big old lime pond. And Bolton cafe where all the lads and lassies met to listen to the juke box in the late 1950s. The old coal yard half way up the pit bank, picking coal up off the pit heaps. The old coke ovens on the way to Ferry Hill station. Good memory of Doggy. I was born in Laburnum Road in 1946.

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