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Memories of Wallsend

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ODE TO WALLSEND I was born at Wallsend Village green in the heart of Wallsend Town, I spent my childhood in an era great to be around, We all grew up together and played in our back lanes, My cousins and my neighbours in the shadows of the cranes. At the top of each old terraced street there stood a corner shop, I often spent my pennies there on Black Jack chews and pop. The last sweet shop to ply its trade was on the street of Hugh, It was run by Florry Patterson (who everyone knew). Her deep broad Geordie Accent, I can almost hear it now, Her pinny and her witch like hair, and deeply furrowed brow. I’ve fond memories of Rik’s (JET) cafe where a few of us hung out, that was in the bleak mid eighties at a time we all had nowt. We used to play our snooker there and play on Arcade games, We sat around and nursed our teas whilst Prince sang Purple Rain. My mother worked at Joe Rea’s caff for twenty years or so, A place... Read more


Just opposite the Buddle School, There stands paper shop, Throughout my youth I as a rule, Would almost daily stop. From Nineteen seventy seven, Until the Eighties took their bow. This shop was ran by Tommy, Sadly no longer with us now. He looked like a young James Coburn, With his smile and year round tan. We all thought the world of Tommy, Such a charismatic man! The heart of our community, Is where all locals spent their cash. Nobody else before or since, Served folk with such panache! I'm minded of his swagger, Of his patience and his smile, Tommy was a "one off", And had a certain kind of style. He would never rush us children, Whilst we were making up our minds. For Tommy serving "his community", Would never ever be a bind! Black jack chews, fruit salad, Penny Dainties,Teddy bears. Bazooka Joe's and Beano's Along with all his other wares. Tom loved supping with his Muckers, At the Comrades down the hill, We'd chat to him on Station Road, After he had drank his fill. He'd stand with hands in pockets, And often grin from ear to ear. When he heard of our adventures, A proper people man,no fear! All these... Read more

Parker Terrace.

I was born in Preston Hospital, North 1943. My first recollections as a child were of living on Rosehill Road known as Parker Terrace at No7. An old lady called Mrs Roper lived next door. Another family called Spencer lived in the big house close to us. In 1947 my dad, Jim Surtees, bought a haulage business from Bill Snowdon who was emigrating to South Africa. Rosehill Haulage was my dad's. He was also the local coal merchant. The 'coal depot' was at the bottom of Rosehill Road, next to the first railway viaduct known as the Seven Arches, on Millers Bank. Dad delivered coal all over Rosehill and Wallsend. He also did house removals, and even demolished a house further down Rosehill Road under the bridge. The house belonged to Sammy Stout and had been deemed unsafe. Dad used a block and tackle to pull it down. He later took on a partner, Ted Stout, the business became Stout and Surtees, Coal Merchants. We moved to Holy Cross... Read more

Wallsend 1954-68

Born in the Green Maternity Hosp 1954, lived in Windsor Drive, Howden, Sandown Gardens, Howden and Prospect Ave. I remember being taken to the Masons Arms at Bigges Main in a pushchair, parked outside the corrugated iron lean to off-license in the rain with a bottle of pop and a straw. I remember joining the 8th Wallsend (St Johns) scouts at 6 years old after being rejected by the 7th wallsend troop for not being old enough. Mind you these were the days when you could let 6 and 7 year olds walk the streets, that said, we were taught the kerb drill and persuaded to take a cycling proficiency test before thowing yourself at the mercy of the car drivers that may not have passed a driving test and drove cars with p*** poor bakes and no tyre legislation or pedestrian friendly crash zones. Young'uns today really are soft. I remember Battle Hill before the houses went up, and the pit deputys house before it became a college annex.... Read more

Gainers Terrace

I lived in Gainers Terrace in the 60's with me ma, da, and brother Tom. I loved seeing the ships being built from my bedroom window, late at night the room would be all lit up with the light from the welders! My mother's cousin Thommasenna, known as 'Enna' lived downstairs to us with her husband and little'uns. It was a lovely little road to live in mind, the women did used to moan when they brought the washing in off the line and the sheets and things would be speckled with little black dots from the shipyards. Me ma would ask me to go to the shops before the workmen came out because otherwise you'd get caught up in a sea of men, going into, or coming out of, the yard. The Ship Inn was on the corner, and as a kid I'd run in there to get a packet of Woodbines for me ma, or a packet of Capstan for me da. We moved just across the... Read more

Wallsend Memories

I was born in Preston Hospital in January 1955. I lived in Charlotte Street and went to St columbas School. I remember being sent to get me mams shopping at the Co op in coach road.I still remember her co op cheque number 4575 this was used to get the Divvi. When I was young I played out in the cobbled back lane and my friend made a clubhouse in her coal house. We used to have concert parties in the back lane and charge kids a penny to get in. The mams used to have washing lines strung across the back lane. When the coal cart came up all of the women had to run out and get their washing in so that it would not get dirty.The rag man used to trot along the lanes in his horse and cart and if you gave him old clothes he would give you a balloon or a penny. I used to spend my pocket money at Mills on the... Read more

Wylam Gardens

This photo was taken about 1961 in Wylam Gardens. The girl on the right was called Rita D.


Great Britain is in disarray, I've never seen the likes. Worse than when Thatcher telt us Geordies, to get on wa bikes. They closed the yards and factories, we had them by the score, These places now just memories, of better times before. Ten thousand men walked up Swan's bank, with cloth caps and haversacks, Now there's only cold winds blowing , down that old deserted path. The sweet factory on Norham Road, the laundry, Gordon Square. The Co-op sat on Elton Street's, no longer trading there. Woolies,Vickers,Monitor, have now all sadly bit the dust. Those giant cranes that filled the skyline , have now all but turned to rust. There's now no buzzer sounding, twice a day as was the norm. Four o clock it was at tea time. seven thirty in the morn. All you hear these days are sirens, at all hours day and night. Racing here and there and everywhere, to some poor buggers plight . The colliery at the Rising sun. once the life blood of our town. No longer exports by the ton, that's long since been closed down. Now I hate to sound all maudlin, but I cannot see an end. To this increasing downward spiral... Read more

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