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I lived at Links Avenue, West Monkseaton between 1965 and 69. Went to Park Road Junior school next to what was then the cinema, and Spanish City. Ended up at Valley Gardens Secondary Modern. Names I remember from those days are, Donald Gibson, Colin Williamson (lives at Lytham St Annes now), David Addison, Clive (...Read full memory)
I lived in South Wellfield just outside Whitley Bay in the years listed above. Despite being something of a mongrel in terms of heritage I always look upon the town and area as my true home. Although being probably conceived in Scotland, born in southern East Anglia and now having lived over half a century away (...Read full memory)
Hello, I am the Great Granddaughter of Robert and Mary Metcalfe who were publicans in the late 1800's in Whitley Bay. Local census forms report that they became grocers at a later date while living in Whitley Bay. Their only child, Dorothy Murray Metcalfe (my Grandmother) (...Read full memory)
On the subject of railway bogies (handcarts), for two years each Sunday morning in the late Fifties I used to propel one, laden to the gunnels with newspapers, from Monkseaton station, through Souter Park, down Hawthorn Gardens to the bottom of Marine Avenue, ending up Arthur Beattie's newsagents (almost opposite the Berkeley (...Read full memory)
I lived in Jesmond Terrace at No.41. I had been taken to the airraid shelter and was back to sleep when a bomb hit No.55. It did not explode and we were all rushed to the underground shelter at the end of Victoria Terrace and Trewitt Road, now just a triangle of grass, but every time I see it my memory goes back and you think what if the bomb had exploded?
I was born in Newcastle and all my family. My grandparents lived at Percy Terrace and I would go every school holiday to stay with them. I loved walking along the sea front with my gran - she would walk us to Colour Coats and Tynemouth in the evening and on the way back she would buy me and my sister and (...Read full memory)
My mother lived on the Esplanade in the 1940s just about opposite Colman Cafe. She taught in a local school. My father was a policeman in the town, and met my mother there. He related interesting stories of the bombing of the town during the Second World War, such as being knocked off his feet by a nearby blast when on (...Read full memory)
My dad was a geordie and every year when I was a kid we would always visit his hometown, Jarrow, N Newcastle. I loved the northeast with all the different beaches and everything about it, as I got older I loved the northeast more, and more even though my father had passed. I loved the fact I had family here, I just (...Read full memory)
Fond memories of Whitley Bay: Taking the 17 bus from South Wellfield to the bus station, Whitley Bay, with John Taylor. Dressed in our best (and only) Mod gear we would go to the Spanish City to seek out lasses and avoid attention of any Rockers! With only a tanner each in our pockets we could get two (...Read full memory)
On the lead up to the Edinburgh & Glasgow holidays, my friends and I used to prepare by building our own 'bogeys' out of some pram wheels, then on the Saturday`we would arrive at the train station and wait for the train to come from Newcastle with the Scots, we would ask the passengers as they came out (...Read full memory)