Nostalgic memories of Wallsend's local history
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For many years now, we've been inviting visitors to our web site to add their own memories to share their experiences of life as it was when the photographs in our archive were taken. From brief one-liners explaining a little bit more about the image depicted, to great, in-depth accounts of a childhood when things were rather different than today (and everything inbetween!). We've had many contributors recognising themselves or loved ones in our photographs.
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Displaying Memories 21 - 30 of 47 in total
On this cold and windy winters day,
we will gather all as one.
Trying to find the words to say,
now that one of us is gone.
There will be much sadness,many tears,
a sombre mood throughout.
The friends Daz made over the years,
will show their grief no doubt.
But afterwards this the mood will lift,
like the early morning dew
For as the crowds all file away,
all the folk that Darren knew,
Will all meet up in our ...see more
They knocked the Boys Club down today,
folks came from far and wide.
To see it come down brick by brick,
and reminisce with pride.
They knocked the Boys Club down today,
if you drive past in your car.
That famous landmark's gone for good,
all that's left's a giant scar.
They knocked the Boys Club down today,
it was more than bricks and beams.
As it came crashing to the ground,
so did a thousand ...see more
Eyes closed I can recall at will...
my childhood spent at Battle Hill..
As I walked amongst those tall tall trees,
it stirred a thousand memories.
The Steel Igloo, swings,and triple bars,
the plough made out of twinkling stars.
Denis in his big red van,
was a truly charismatic man!
The owl hooting in the hawthorn tree,
became a nightly thing for me.
The daddy long legs in the bath,
pitch and toss ,the old ...see more
If I could have picked the ideal weather,
for my walk home from work today.
It just could not have been improved upon,
it was perfect in every way.
A clear blue sky,bright sunshine,
not a breath of wind throughout.
As I set foot outside in Kenton,
then I traced my usual route.
Warm Autumn sun upon my face,
and in my step a kind of spring.
As I walked through my old stomping ground,
I wondered what ...see more
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 ...see 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 ...see more
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 ...see more
I was born in Preston Hospital, North Shields.in 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 ...see more
I used to live at 209 Benton Way overlooking Swans, when the 'big uns' were being built. We lived opposite Tommy Dolans shop - it was a happy place, if over run with mice. I went to Carville First School; my teacher's name was Miss Smith, an old teacher even then but by god she was good. I then went to The Western where I was taught by; 'pop' Robson, John Birse, Mr Moore and a great PE ...see more
Born in 1945 in Dinsdale Ave, Kings Estate, over the field from the pit. My aunts and cousins lived round the doors, it was a very safe and happy environment. The youngest of four, the world was our oyster. We roamed the fields and streets at will. We made houses with the corn and stole the sweet turnips. I remember going to the Tyne pictures with my lovely mam and coming home to fish and chips from Evas chip shop. ...see more