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its a small village with great past dick turpin jim_morrison@hotmail.co.ukin hood battle of the roses
Miss You
Never been to Mapplewell or Barnsley or Wombwell. Could have lived there though, if I'd been brave enough. My memory is about a man. At that time he lived in Mapplewell, later he moved to Wombwell, Windmill Road. I was 17 he was 30. We tried for about two years, but in these two years I was fighting against my mother's will. She did not approve with my choice for this man. I had to break up and that was against my feelings. And although I am married now and I have a very happy life, with a wonderful husband and 3 great kids, I still wish that I had made another choice then. Just to find out how life would have been with him. I'm sorry Keith for the pain I caused. Hope you have a good life too! Hope someone remembers this story and find the person who changed my life for ever. Love A
Old Times
I was born in Station Rd, went to school there, went to Empire picture house Sat mat.
Birth
This is not actually a memory, I was born at 26 BARUGH LANE, BARUGH, DARTON in 1942. I only have one vague memory, that is of a flat face bus. We moved to Wales about 1946, I have written to the above address but the letter was returned 'no such address', although seeing a map of Barugh Lane the street does exist. My name is Sanders, my parents were friendly with a family called Woodhall, if anybody can throw any light on any of my queries I would very grateful.
Graham
The Tiger
My dad once made me what us Royston lads would call a Cadjie! It was a go-cart made from bits of waste wood and two sets of wheels from off an old pram or pushchair. One would control it by its front wheels which were attached to an articulated axle, it was also steered by the feet. Dad had taken five hours to make it up and was quite sturdy to say the least. Most Cadjies were made from big pram wheels but the one which I had had small wheels about five inch. Anyway I was to pull up my Go-cart some 150 yards up a steep hill which was called Lundhill where I sat down and had the ride of my life, it was at least 45 degrees steep with a causeway of which I came down at breakneck speed only I hit a piece of coke with the front wheel which had dropped from off a coke lorry. I lost my steering for about two seconds, and... Read more
Blow up Tanks
I was born in Royston in 1949, some four years after the war. The thing about me I have a very good memory of thing that had occurred within my childhood days, some of which, like everyone else would like to forget. I recall that when I was roughly three years of age, I was to go out of the front door and and amble my way into the fifty acre field, which was some half a mile walk from where I lived on Midland Road. The fifty acre field was somewhat a waste ground which overlooked the Monkton Coking Plant. I had ventured the whole of that distance all by myself. There within the field were strange looking objects, of which I was too young to comprehend in my mind to what they were. For many years to come, my mind had filed all the details and had stored them up. Then one day in the 1960's I recall the events of the day. During the war, the... Read more
A Long Line of Pennies
I'm Not sure whether that was the actual date but as a child of five I recall my mother standing on the top step of our home where she would watch me go over the brow of the bridge on Midland Road on my way to school: as I got out of the door and began to walk on the causeway I noticed that there was a glinting on the Kerb and when I focused my eyes, I could see a whole line of pennies which were touching each other, they were to stretch over the brow of the hill, I looked in amazement and was gobsmacked where I could not find words to express what I was seeing. Mother in her broad Yorkshire dialect said "thee leave them alone!" and that's what I did. You must understand, for a child like myself whose parents hardly gave me as much as a penny for sweets and the like, even then I did not as much as take... Read more
