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Born 1937 Kiveton family. Remeber getting on the bikes with my friends, riding over what we called the little hills down the pit lane to the tunnel top. Carrying an old clothes horse and a blanket, that was our tent. Take an old frying pan to cook the tiddlers we had caught. It was great. Having a game of kit can and spinning the wooden tops. Scrumping old Mr Thompson apples at the back of Dawson Terrace, him chasing us with a big stick. Sitting under the table listening the bombs dropping over Sheffield. I could go on. Things were good then

Help, Please,
I am having a very frustrating time trying to trace my mother's movements. I know she was at the school in Kiveton Park in 1927 in Standard IV. She arrived there from Worksop and returned to Worksop one year later.
When at Kiveton Park she was apparently living at 11 Railway Terrace, with a family called Melbourne.
I have no photographs or other memorabilia of my Mum because she died of TB in late 1941.
Part of my problem rests in the fact that there were apparently two girls called Doris Webster at the school at the same time and of a very similar age. Is there anyone out there who remembers these girls? I do know that the other Doris went on to become a nurse.
It seems that Kiveton Park has come under various bodies as far as records are concerned so if anyone can help with information I shall be very grateful.
Many thanks
Jim Hutchinson
Zaragoza, Spain

Lodge Lane 1950
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I was born on Aston Terrace (leading down to Brookhouse colliery) in 1956, lived there till I was 3-4ish yet I can remember running down to the bridge to get there before the steam train passed under the bridge, memories I still treasure along with the friends I knew there, many of them also moved to the new council estate. Many of them no longer with us but not forgotten. One of the strongest memories I have is of sliding down the side of the tip on the blade of an old shovel we found, and playing on some old cranes left to rot at the top of the terrace. Could go on for ever but getting to the end of my word allowance. Would like to see pics of the old terrace if any exist, I ain't found any yet (mum - Margaret, dad- Jozef). If you have any pics of old Aston Terrace I would be glad to see them I.M me ok ?

I remember sliding down Outcrop and sitting on wooden steps leading to Brookhouse pit. On pay day miners used to give us some coppers and we would share them out. I used to go and see Guddy Pearson, a homeless man who lived in one of derelict houses on Aston Terrace. Our roundabout was at the sewerage, they had a thing like a roundabout with water coming out on a bed of stones. I can also remember when a cage accident happened at pit, all the women went running down to pit to see if thier loved ones had survived. I was only about 7 at the time. I can remember having to be dug out of house one winter as it was feet deep with snow, and my mum had bought me a hula hoop for Xmas and I  couldn't go outside because it was that deep. There was only one house had electric and they called him Albert Silkstone, he used to charge us a penny to watch TV,... Read more

North Anston is the place where i grew up we are a old Anston family, my maiden name was Foulds.I remember sledging in Butcher Orchard and landing in the river many times, we roamed al over the village and because every one knew everyone we came to no harm i love this place, two of my daughters live here and i hope they are as happy as i am to be part of Anston

I remember living at 2 Chapel Street, it was a grocery shop fronting a farm owned by the Jarvis family. And I remember my uncle charging accumalators in a shed in their back yard.
Posted by Ted Williams.

Lordens Hill c1965
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At the age of 11 nothing was more valuable than a set of old pram wheels. Using a 4-foot plank (this is old money) for the base. To sit on, we fastened a short piece to the back with an axle and 2 wheels, the same at the front but fastened with a bolt so you could steer it. Fix a seat and you were away. Pull it to the top of the hill and race down. There where only about 3 or 4 cars in Dinnington at that time so it was quite safe. Until Wigmores bus came ,then it was both feet on the ground to stop best we could. That's what we called burning rubber! Ah! those were the days.