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Armthorpe, the Church c1955
Armthorpe, the Church c1955 Ref: A131013
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Before The Motorway A memory of Branton, South Yorkshire We lived in Branton upto 1978 for 15yrs in St Vincent's Ave. As children we played in the Windmill at the top of the road, there was a staircase that ran to the top floor and then you went through a hatch onto this top level. The house in front of it was a working farm and was then demolished, a builder called Jack Moss built the present one. The road to Doncaster out of this side of the village was a little winding one with a ditch on the left side and the school was just to the right of the present roundabout going into Old Cantley. One winter mum took us to school in dad's new car, a Triumph Vitesse, and we ended upside down in the ditch because of the ice, dad was not happy when mum told him about the accident. We played on the new motorway when it was being made, the best time was when the workers finished for the day and we could play on the giant tipper lorries and earth scrapers, keeping an eye out for the security guard who struck fear into small boys, and I was caught by him once, we were super vigilant after that. The sand and dirt off the motorway, when it was being levelled, used to get into our house and mum kept all the windows and doors closed, it got very, very hot inside that summer. Before the moterway we walked to Old Cantley down Mill Lane to the shop/post office opposite the end of Mill Lane which was in one of the little row of terraced houses. Last edited: 11/06/2008 15:21 by Paul Dougan |
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 Doncaster, Grammar School 1893 (ref: 31990) |
Year: 1910s
My Father At Doncaster Grammar School A memory of Doncaster, South Yorkshire My father John Granville Turner attended Doncaster Grammar School in the 1910s. He was born in 1904 so would have started in the early 1910s, I assume. He was for a time a boy soprano at the school. He also spent at least one Christmas at Shibden Hall but there is no record of him there so I wonder if he visited to sing, as I believe the owner at that time invited a choir to sing carols. If anybody has any knowledge which could confirm he attended the school or visited Shibden - or refute both - I and the rest of the family would be very interested. He died in 1964 and all his immediate family which lived in the Halifax/Tickhill area are now deceased. Incidently, he took my brother and myself to Shibden Hall around 1955 but my only memories are of being scared that the floor didn't look very safe, and of a bus which had crashed off whatever hill we climbing and was at lying on its side far below (to me). Any information would be most interesting. Thank you. Richard Granville Turner Last edited: 08/12/2008 10:56 |
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 New Rossington, the Colliery, West End Lane c1955 (ref: N73005) |
Year: 1950
Memories Of My Childhood In Rossington. A memory of New Rossington, South Yorkshire My story starts on the 1st of March 1950, the date of my birth at Doncaster Royal Infirmary. My parents Jack & Mary Flather lived in Old Rossington at 65 Haigh Crescent, living with relatives (Guy) until a house became available for our family to move into. We then moved to 57 Gattison Lane one of the many council houses built for mining families in this area. My father (Jack) worked firstly as a miner and then a deputy at the pit. My mother did many jobs such as working in the fields picking vegetables which were in season at the time of year, and we as children used to pick peas and beans to supplement our pocket money in the summer holidays, competing with the older women for the best rows which yielded more produce and better weights to fill the sacks which were weighed and a ticket produced to exchange for cash at the end of the day. I attended Rossington church school with my two brothers Stephen and Jack. Being a church school we got all of the holy days off of school after attendance for regestration and attending church for a short service, and on Ascension Days we would climb to the top of the church tower for a service before going home. The church was surrounded by cast iron fencing which my younger brother Jack occasionally got his head stuck in, and it took some effort to release him. Sunday mornings was always a circular walk from the village to the Great North Road, and back via another lane past several farms then the school and church, past the old police station, across the level crossing of the station and back home for lunch. In the afternoon we used to go to church and were given money for the collection, half of which we used to spend at Billy Bonza's garage on the way, and put the other half in the collection plate. We moved from Gattison Lane to live at The White Rose Hotel which my parents managed for several years before we moved out of the area to live in Barnsley, South Yorkshire. I have many happy memories of my childhood, spending the long hot summers in the river at Stringy Billies and walking to Waddy Lane to the river there and fishing for sticklebacks with my little net, and, when the water was frozen in the winter, skating on the ice. Going on bike rides to Tickhill with a bottle of water and jam sandwiches to share between five of us, which were always dry, and always found its way into the bottle. Watching the majestic steam trains passing through the village en route to London and Scotland, waving from the bridge at the passengers and them waving back to these dirty faced little urchins. Games played in the street were skipping, with the rope turned by our mums, while we counted in and skipped, marbles which were always popular, whip and top, sometimes using the stone bottle stoppers as a top, and of course decorating them with a chalk design. Roller skates which were metal and adjusted with a nut in the middle to fit all sizes, and which you could share and have one each. Hopscotch, and in the Autumn the great conker fights, which you now require safety glasses and gloves to compete if at all!!! These days can never be recaptured, but will remain with me forever. Neighbours' names who I can recall were Mr & Mrs Taylor, who had a son called Ian, and whose pram I used to rock for a bar of chocolate every Saturday afternoon, and who were the first people to own a television in the street. Derek & Myra Dobson, who were friends of my parents and one of the first to have a car in the street. Mr & Mrs Ashworth, who had a son called Roy (?). Mr & Mrs Wright who lived opposite and had two children called Christine and Brian, and a family called Moss who lived lower down and had a daughter called Margaret. We were a family of Five children, Margaret the eldest, Stephen, then me (Sandra) Jack and finally the baby of the family Derek, who is now just turned fifty. Gattison Lane was in the new village, but we used to go to the little open market in the old village on Fridays and Saturdays to buy produce and spend our pocket money. The cinema was opposite the market and had a tanner matinee on Saturday mornings which was well attended and exceeded the decibel limit on many occasions. Films were 'Zorro', 'Cisco Kid', Lone Ranger and Tonto, lots of cowboy films for the boys, and the goody always winning the day. Days out were to places such as Finningley to the air displays to see the mighty Vulcans, Spitfires and Lancasters flying low over the airfield, all done on a tandem, an old racing bike which my father used for work and a bicycle borrowed from a neighbour. The races at Doncaster (The St Ledger), where they had an enormous fair and lots of things to do, and a little flutter on the horses. Shopping was done locally at the Co-op, but Doncaster was the place for school uniforms, shoes, and special outfits for Whitsuntide and holidays to Skegness and Cleethorpes (Beach-home), very basic, but a change from home and a rest for my mum and dad. Last edited: 24/06/2008 09:39 by Sandra Faulkner |
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Year: 1945
War Time A memory of Finningley, South Yorkshire During the WW2 war my dad was posted at R A F Finningley and we his family lived in the village at a small holding across the road from the school. I can still see in my mind Wilf the owner who lived there too with his wife. Also the geese and poultry and that we had to take a brush shaft when we went to the outside privy to keep them at bay. Also going to the local market and abattoir with the stock. Also the night lit up at night when the planes returned home from a raid. I may have been a small child but I remember bits of my childhood and that is some of them. Last edited: 06/02/2007 11:12 by Andrew Darling |
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 Sprotbrough, Ivanhoe Hotel c1955 (ref: S179015) |
Year: 1958
Conisborough Castle A memory of Sprotbrough, South Yorkshire I lived in Rawmish, and as a special treat my dad's mate Tony Williams got his mate the caretaker to let me have my own personal look roun't castle. My dad used to work at the pit offices in Denaby. When I used to go and see my dad in't olidays I'd go train spotting to the station and then ride home making sure I went via the castle. Last edited: 27/05/2008 09:53 by Steve Wright |
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