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Long Lost Contact

In 1952 I was serving in the Royal Air Force at R.A.F. Ouston, not far from Wylam. One evening there was a dance in the NAAFI and a number of young ladies came from the Castle Hill Convalescent Home by coach. I met and danced with a Miss Betty Lowry and we became good friends. I used to walk from camp to Wylam regularly to meet her, approaching the Home via the bridge. This lasted until I was posted to the Middle East, Iraq and Jordan. The only contact address I had for  letters  was the Castle Hill Convalescent Home. During my time away Betty met another young man and we stopped corresponding. She did write to me once after I ...read more here
A memory of Wylam contributed by Peter Turner

Looking at the Tyne as in Tyne Valley c1955 Ref: P265001

This image of Prudhoe and the Tyne Valley is very interesting because the Northern or Ovingham side has not changed greatly. Field boundaries etc are as I look at. But the southern side where the photographer stood is now and has been since the 1970s a mass of houses. Prudhoe Castle First School is probably somewhere in the near aspect of the view.
A memory of Prudhoe contributed by Robert Forsythe

My first visit to Nelson Village

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 that's shown from the Geordies. I will never forget my first visit and I hope I have more to come. Sadly my mum's passed away now but hopefully one day I will meet her relatives.  
A memory of Nelson Village contributed by davina smith

Happy days

I was born in No. 23 Hastings Street  in 1950 (is anyone still living there?). Moved away 1968. Was a regular client of the cinema (flea pit) at Klondyke. I remember the coal trains running above the road between High Pit and Klondyke. The road dipped down under the bridge then rose up the other side. Long since gone. I spent my evenings, as a child, exploring the Cramlington countryside by torchlight. You cannot do that today. Happy days!!

A memory of Cramlington contributed by mick flynn