Nostalgic memories of Nelson Village's local history

Share your own memories of Nelson Village and read what others have said

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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Great memories of village school later known as Parkside. Mr Pyke and Mrs Morgan were two of the great teachers, also Mr English, a really nice man. Mr Pyke went on to teach my sons at Cramlington High School, I believe he remembered me? Those were the days.
I have many happy memories from when I was younger, through to my teenage years holidaying in Nelson Village. I always went with my nana and grandad, to visit my aunty Maggie Carruthers. She lived at the back of the local club in Nelson Village, and I always loved the pickled onion crisps from there. I made some friends, one in particular Micky Greaves, he lived just round the corner ...see more
I lived at 77 Arcot Avenue, Nelson Village from approximately 1954 - 1958 with my Auntie Molly and Uncle Tommy and Cousin Alan Dickson (whilst my mother Olive Winchester - nee Percy - was ill in hospital). I remember walking from Nelson Village to Cramlington Village school, knee high and more in snow and getting water from a standpipe when all the waterpipes (and the windows on the inside of house) were ...see more
My mother originated from Nelson Village and took us for our first visit when I was twelve years old. Her father (Joseph Heslop) worked down the pits, sadly he passed away before I was born. We met another couple, Mr and Mrs Kenny, who were very fond of my mother as a child. They were so pleased to see her and made us all so welcome. No one comes close to the friendliness and generosity ...see more