My grandson is in the Childrens Hospital at the moment. Whilst visiting the other night, I got chatting to one of the other 'grandads'. We got talking about the old family doctors and how the service was much different to today. (I'm not knocking todays docs, times have changed).
Our old Doctors were Dr Cooney and Dr Damms on Southey Green Rd. The waiting room was set out with old dining chairs around the perimeter and set out in the centre as though for musical chairs! No one would speak hardly and you had to count your turn, remembering who had come in after you. The silence only shattered by the terrifying buzzer that meant 'Next'

Dr Damms once visited my father during the night whilst he was having a very serious Athsma attack (his first and he was very frightened). Dr Damms turned up at 3am in his pyjamas with his coat over the top. He treated, then sat and comforted my dad till around 5.30 am. What a star! My daughter's GP wouldn't even consider a home visit for my grandson which I thought was a bit poor. Any recollections??

I remember Dr Donnelley on Southey hill, he got me through a lot of childhood illnesses in the 60s and after he left there was never any doc who seemed to be as good as he was.

Dr Cooney and Dr damms were my families Doctor's too.
Dr Cooney helping bring me into the world,after being called for by Nurse Higgot, when my mother had a difficult home birth, but all was well in the end.
I remenber Dr Cooney coming to our house everyday to see me when i had Scarlet Fever in the late 60's, no need fror my mum to ask for a house call, he just came "i was just passin, thought i would just call in" he would say.
Dr Damms wife Dr mary was a very good Doctor too, she was alway's willing to listen and gave good advice in my teenage years.
When Dr V,R Patel came to the surgery some people took a while to accept him, but he too was relly nice and caring, helping my dad and everyone through my dad's heart transplant in 1995, sadly my dad died in 1996 and again Dr Patel was there to help us through our loss.
If anyone rang the surgery at 7 in the morning they would be told to come on straight away or he would visit before 7.30am, weekday's and weekends.
I still attend the same surgery as do my 2 son's.
Dr N.H Patel and Dr Deslandes now, no home visits and no appointment's unless you can predict you will be ill in 2 week's time.
Sometime's things dont alway's change for the better.

Personally I try and avoid the medical profesion as much as possible, but we cant do without them. My one enduring memory, going back to pre Health Service days, was having to go and collect some cough medicine. This was from a Dr Olroyd, who's practice was at the top of Woodside Lane,Pitsmoor. I was only about nine or ten years old. I had to wait with the roomfull of patients, my name was called by someone and I went into another room, was given the bottle of medicine and was asked for half a crown.
About a month later you could get it for nothing. Now we pay again. Yep, we're going backwards alright.

Our doctor for many years was Dr Tyson known to my mum and dad as Victor. More a family friend than a doctor.

Are the 90s classed as years gone by? I hope so because Paul Jeavons from the surgery on Margetson shops... he was brilliant and I hope the people of that area are lucky enough to still have him there.

Paul Jeavons used to be my OH Doctor.
He's at Mill Road Surgery in Ecclesfield now.

Paul Jeavons used to be my OH Doctor.
He's at Mill Road Surgery in Ecclesfield now.

Yeah Mill road is connected to the Margetson surgery- or at least it was when I was there. Hes a bloody good bloke.

Yes still connected, my OH used to live on Margetson Drive.

i too used to go to dr. damms,while a good bloke,and a bit of a character,i much preferred Patel,who seemed more thorough,he was very good to both my father and mother during their lives.We did initially have Dr. Ivy Nicholls on Halifax Road,then switched to Metson and Chaudry on southey hill,then to Damms,been with this practice since.

Personally I try and avoid the medical profesion as much as possible, but we cant do without them. My one enduring memory, going back to pre Health Service days, was having to go and collect some cough medicine. This was from a Dr Olroyd, who's practice was at the top of Woodside Lane,Pitsmoor. I was only about nine or ten years old. I had to wait with the roomfull of patients, my name was called by someone and I went into another room, was given the bottle of medicine and was asked for half a crown.
About a month later you could get it for nothing. Now we pay again. Yep, we're going backwards alright.
no mate,we aren,t going backwards,if we were,it would be no trouble getting an appointment,or indeed,a home visit at any time,night or day.i think you mean its getting worse.

I'll never forget Dr Hart, our family doctor on Duke St, opposite where Talbot Place used to intersect it. As a small kid, I had chickenpox or some other such childhood ailment so I couldn't go out on Bonfire Nt. I watched the bonfire and fireworks, which were set up in the back yard, through a window. I got so excited that I actually put my head through the window, causing a big gash in my chin. dr. Hart came round to the house right way and stitched me up right on the kitchen table. I still have a small scar there now to remind me of those happy days when being a doctor meant more than a pay cheque.

Dr Flynn, Crookes practice, on the main rd just up from the post office.Think he was irish or scottish, had big grey bushy eyebrows, spent more time in that surgery as a kid, than in school, he was a star!!

I remember Dr Donnelley on Southey hill, he got me through a lot of childhood illnesses in the 60s and after he left there was never any doc who seemed to be as good as he was.

Guess what Jabbers, Dr Donnelley's partner Dr Boyle was our doctor back then :thumbsup: In 1963 I was pregnant with my second son and went to see him when I was just about due to have him. Anyway he thought it was an emergency I guess, because he drove me directly to the hospital, and left a roomful of patients waiting with their mouths open. Everything turned out fine as it happens, but hows that for dedication folks.

Are the 90s classed as years gone by? I hope so because Paul Jeavons from the surgery on Margetson shops... he was brilliant and I hope the people of that area are lucky enough to still have him there.

.............by coincidence Dr Jeavons has been my mams Doctor since the 60s (roughly)and today he does home visits with my mam as she's 92 years old and is housebound. Isn't that true dedication to your patient, he and others like him should be nominated for some kind of award, for going above and beyond the call of duty :thumbsup:

we were 3 generations of patients of the Mathews - Bob Mathew Senior and Bob Mathew Jnr!

Snr had a clinic (if I recollect) around Heeley/Abbeydale. Bob Mathews Jnr (not sure if he is still in practice) had the White Lane surgery at Gleadless.

Wonderful Doctors. Home visits at all hours part of the service.

.............by coincidence Dr Jeavons has been my mams Doctor since the 60s (roughly)and today he does home visits with my mam as she's 92 years old and is housebound. Isn't that true dedication to your patient, he and others like him should be nominated for some kind of award, for going above and beyond the call of duty :thumbsup:

I remember in the 90s, I had bad tendons in my hands and Dr Jeavons injected the base of each finger with a steroid. He placed my hand palm up on his couch, put the needle to the base of the finger, said "This wont hurt" Shoved the needle in and as he did that he said "Me at all"

Oh how I laughed....

Hes a great bloke and a bloody good doctor.

Ours was Dr Grundman , his office was in a house on Herries Rd. the front room was his waiting room, I always wondered if he lived in the house as well.

Our dentist was a Dr Ditchfield...great looking, both brothers.

we were 3 generations of patients of the Mathews - Bob Mathew Senior and Bob Mathew Jnr!

Snr had a clinic (if I recollect) around Heeley/Abbeydale. Bob Mathews Jnr (not sure if he is still in practice) had the White Lane surgery at Gleadless.

Wonderful Doctors. Home visits at all hours part of the service.

My grandfather born in 1900 went to school with one of the Dr.Matthews then had the benefit of his services followed by his son's. They had a practice just off London Road on the corner of probably Fieldhead Road.
Duffems

Does any one remember doctors Wainwright and Gethin on Attercliffe Common.Dr Wainwright used to be strict so Gethin was the one most people liked to see

I remember Dr Daniels & Dr White on Langsett Rd at the bottom of Burnaby St,The surgery was in one of the terraced houses and the front room was the waiting room. Dr Daniels was a lovely Gentelman who everyone wanted to see and Dr White who everyone avoided, Dr morley was a locum who then became part of the practice. When Dr D retired the practice moved to Limbrick Rd with Dr White the senior partner with Dr Morley together with Dr Greaves formed the practice.
I remeber when it first opened at Limbrick you sat on different coloured seats depending which Dr you wanted to see,Dr morleys seats were full with people standing but Dr White and Dr Greaves had very few people waiting. When Dr White retired the practice moved to Tramways Medical Centre.
Dr Morley and Partners are very good Doctors but history repeats itself because no onewants to see Dr Oconnel:hihi:
I believe Dr Morley is retiring this year and i for one will be sorry to see him go:sad:

I went to the practice on Greenhow Street, I use to see Dr Ridgewick (smashing bloke). My father saw Dr Laheaf he was always picking bets out in the newspaper when the patients walked in also smwlt of whisky. There was a third Dr Bryson. That was way back in the 50's and 60's

i too used to go to dr. damms,while a good bloke,and a bit of a character,i much preferred Patel,who seemed more thorough,he was very good to both my father and mother during their lives.We did initially have Dr. Ivy Nicholls on Halifax Road,then switched to Metson and Chaudry on southey hill,then to Damms,been with this practice since.

To say that Damms was a bit of a character is to well understate it ! I once called him out when my (then) young son was very poorly. He picked him up and pushed his head between his legs and said," Well he hasn't got meningitis", I looked at him gobsmacked, he smiled and said, "I always like to think of the worst thing first, I always think, ' what would I hate the coroner to be telling me off about in the morning' " .........class.

A Dr. Bryson was our family doctor in the 40's and 50's, his practice was just off South Rd., Walkley

I went to the practice on Greenhow Street, I use to see Dr Ridgewick (smashing bloke). My father saw Dr Laheaf he was always picking bets out in the newspaper when the patients walked in also smwlt of whisky. There was a third Dr Bryson. That was way back in the 50's and 60's

Any older forumers remember Dr Allan? His surgery was on Mongomery Terrace Road. We lived in the same house and my mum used to clean his office for a bit of extra change as dad was away in the war.
I don't remember doing it but I was told that I went into his office and got his cigs out of the drawer and destroyed them all and cigs were hard to get during the war.

Dr. Rouse on Taptonville Road - was a one-man band with that familiar old-style radiator in the waiting room.

When my daughter was a baby and we had just moved house, I called the new surgery (The Hollies) in the evening because she was running a temperature and was very lethargic. You know the thing: first-time parent, prone to panicking. Dr Greaves was on duty. He told me he'd stop by within the next hour and to give my daughter some Calpol in the meantime (yes, I did need to be told to do that - first-time parent, see above :)). Of course, the Calpol had worked its magic and she was fine when he arrived half an hour later. I was mortified to have dragged him out on a rainy night after hours for absolutely no reason but my own stupidity, but he was so kind and just said "Don't worry, I'm just glad she's better." My hero!

Dr Botros and Dr Lang - way back in the 50's on Attercliffe Common. Dr Botros was Egyptian and I can remember him giving me and my brothers our childhood inoculations, I would always faint afterwards because of my fear of needles; still afraid of needles but don't faint now!

i remember going to the old police station near hillsborough corner i think the doctor was called appleby must have been in the mid sixties.

We went to Dr Baker on Wadsley lane for years, he brought me into the world and looked after me until I was a teenager.

He was great and would always do home visits.

The surgery was scary to visit, you had to go in and speak into a microphone to say who you were, no sight of a receptionist then. You all had to sit around the tiny waiting room and remember the order you had arrived in, sometimes we waited hours, I don't think he had a partner, there was only him on.

His only son killed himself and I don't think he ever recovered from that, and then Dr Baker and his wife both died in a plane crash on Lanzerote (I think), very sad.

From 6 weeks old until I was 40, I had the same Surgery at Minna Road, and was under Dr Kershaw. Had to change when I finally went out of the area limit.

Still have seem him on the 51 bus occasionally, and he looks exactly the same :)

This doctors question has knocked me for six because I cannot, at the moment, recall my family doctor’s name. His surgery was on Ecclesall Road, a big house on the right, going towards Hunter’s Bar. He charged a half-crown for a visit, and I think one shilling if you attended his surgery. I could write a book about the man — but his name escapes me!

If my memory‘s search engine would be kind enough to trawl that area, I’ll come back with it.

Dr Gowers City Road near the Norfolk Park never forget the needles NOW THIS WONT HURT yer right.

My grandfather born in 1900 went to school with one of the Dr.Matthews then had the benefit of his services followed by his son's. They had a practice just off London Road on the corner of probably Fieldhead Road.
Duffems

Yes that sounds right.

I think also my Mum either went to school with Bob junior or knew him socially.

If he is still practising he would have to be between 75 and 80!??

Does any one remember doctors Wainwright and Gethin on Attercliffe Common.Dr Wainwright used to be strict so Gethin was the one most people liked to see

Vividly remember, as a child, sat in Wainwrights surgery n that HUGE depressing painting above the fireplace!!

When I was little we went to our GPs in a big old house on Grimesthorpe Road, all sitting on hardback chairs counting your turn. Dr.Tyson was such a good loooking young doctor. The practice then moved to Burngreave Road. When I had grown up and took my baby daughter down because she seemed to be crying all the time Dr. Kershaw advised me to put a teaspoon of whisky into her bottle, if that didn't work I should have a tablespoon of whisky and I wouldn't be bothered!!

I remember as a child going to our Dr's surgery on Staniforth Rd, they then moved to Talbert (sp) Road then to Parkhill M/C on Duke Street. Dr Wallis was the nicer of the two, Dr Froggit was really strict and rough.
The older practices always had a really nice smell about them, a bit like Covonia cough madicine lol

dr jacobs in his little surgery at the top of wood lane in stannington with his one receptionist

As a child our family doctor was Dr. Horn at Chapeltown Surgery

As a child our family doctor was Dr. Horn at Chapeltown Surgery

There was Dr Cautley and Dr Evans too!

Dr. Rouse on Taptonville Road - was a one-man band with that familiar old-style radiator in the waiting room.

Yes, we went to Dr Rouse, he saw me through all the usual childhood diseases - I seem to remember him dishing sweets out to cheer me up!!! .... then he retired and we were transferred to the surgery at Nethergreen

Yes, we went to Dr Rouse, he saw me through all the usual childhood diseases - I seem to remember him dishing sweets out to cheer me up!!! .... then he retired and we were transferred to the surgery at Nethergreen

Spot on Carol. I became a patient of Dr.Forster at Nether Green but it was on my way to "the office" at High Storrs School so I didn't mind as I could get an 8.30am slot.

There was Dr Cautley and Dr Evans too!

Yes but Dr. Evans didn't arrive until later.Remember Dr. Baldwin ? He had a jokey nickname too!

Spot on Carol. I became a patient of Dr.Forster at Nether Green but it was on my way to "the office" at High Storrs School so I didn't mind as I could get an 8.30am slot.

Chairboy,do you remember the S & E Co-op on the corner ar Nether Green? I worked there as a 14 year old,and moved to the new Fulwood store a couple of years later. A lot of water has gone under the bridge since those days,a hell of a lot. The war changed my life greatly.
Blitzer.

Chairboy,do you remember the S & E Co-op on the corner ar Nether Green? I worked there as a 14 year old,and moved to the new Fulwood store a couple of years later. A lot of water has gone under the bridge since those days,a hell of a lot. The war changed my life greatly.
Blitzer.

No sorry, I think Carol and I are talking late 70's. I know the Fulwood Co-op but can't place the one at Nether Green. At Nether Green, I recall The Stirrings restaurant, a bric-a-brac shop and eyes usually focussed on the Hangingwater lights! I'm very much post-war.

Spot on Carol. I became a patient of Dr.Forster at Nether Green but it was on my way to "the office" at High Storrs School so I didn't mind as I could get an 8.30am slot.

Late 70s would be about right......

We saw Dr Radley at Nethergreen - was it a double practice - Forster and Radley????

Late 70s would be about right......

We saw Dr Radley at Nethergreen - was it a double practice - Forster and Radley????

Absolutely, I'd forgotten Dr. Radley (cricket name as well) and I think she was my doctor. I think it was one of my colleague/friend who saw Forster.

Chairboy, yes I'm afraid I'm talking 1937/9, The last time I was in Nether Green must be at least 10 years ago. The old Co-op store was a restaurant,so your description of the old site tally's. On the diagonal corner was old folk's houses - I think I would qualify now!

Anyone remember Dr O`Leary on Andover St.in the 40s.A great doctor who had time for his patients.

does anybody remember Dr O'Leary on Andover St at Pitsmoor. He was our family G.P for many many years. He was a true gentleman, very kind and really caring

My old family GP was Dr Jack Anderson on Foxhill. Was there all my younger life till I left school. Then in 1973 I was put under a doctor at the chest clinic and I am still with that doctor now. His name is Paul Anderson, the son of Jack Anderson. Pauls brother is also a Doctor at the Hallamshire who also did some work on me...............Not a bad coincidence. They were/are all very good Doctors, I wouldnt want to be treated by any other.

Kidorry Dr O'Leary was my G.P for many years from the age of 4 up to my second pregnancy as I had moved to Norfolk Park by then and he said that I was out of his district. Wish there were Dr's like him now.

For years and years our family GP was Dr Smillie - he had a practise down on St Mary's gate near the Church.

We went to Dr Baker on Wadsley lane for years, he brought me into the world and looked after me until I was a teenager.

He was great and would always do home visits.

The surgery was scary to visit, you had to go in and speak into a microphone to say who you were, no sight of a receptionist then. You all had to sit around the tiny waiting room and remember the order you had arrived in, sometimes we waited hours, I don't think he had a partner, there was only him on.

His only son killed himself and I don't think he ever recovered from that, and then Dr Baker and his wife both died in a plane crash on Lanzerote (I think), very sad.

Aah Dr Baker was also my Dr and i remember everything you have said. I remember the day my mum came into the front room and told us about the plane crash, I was only about 6 or 7 but i'll never forget him, he was lovely.
Rachael

i wouldn't dream of naming names but when i was young we had a family doctor who was well into his eighties. I was taken ill one day, room was spinning (not booze as only 11), couldn't taste anything, brown urine, bad headache. Mum called doctor who said i had indigestion and suggested i drink milk and stay in bed. Twice this happened and it was only when my eyes started turning yellow that mum decided to ask for junior partner. He immediately diagnosed hepetitus and sent me to lodgemoor hospital isolation for 2 weeks. Also the same doctor prescribed my mum who had bronchitus with ear drops and heart tablets. It was only because the chemist queried it that it was picked up. however for some reason we didn't dream of complaining. Because he wasnt only our doctor but a well respected friend. maybe it was stupid as now people complain over everything.

When we were kids our dr was Dr Blake. I can`t remember where his surgery was but we lived on Lansdowne Rd, off London Rd so somewhere round that area. He was incredibly kind when our dad died in 1954 leaving mum with 3 kids of 7 5 and 15 months. That first xmas he brought mum a box of groceries and little luxuries. A real star. Sadly I believe he killed himself many years later.

My brother & I were talking about our Dr. O`leary last night. He once took my brother out of work, because, one time when my brother had tonsilitis,which he had quite often,he went back to work before Dr. o`leary had signed him off.The doctor made an un-announced home visit and asked where my brother was.His wife said he was much better so he had gone back to work(no sick pay in those days).The doctor asked where he worked & went straight down & gave the firm a rollocking for letting him start before he was signed off & told my brother to get himself back home.Can you see them taking that much interest today?He was a great doctor.

.The doctor asked where he worked & went straight down & gave the firm a rollocking for letting him start before he was signed off & told my brother to get himself back home.Can you see them taking that much interest today?He was a great doctor.

Earlier this year I was signed of for one month by a doctor at the hospital, as he wrote the note he said :-

“If you drive a car you are not insured because I have told you not to and if you go to work your employer is liable because I have signed you off.”

I took is advice.


Going back to family doctors , on the rare occasion I went I was always greeted by my first name, I thought to myself he would just be reading from the notes.
Years after he had retired I bumped into him in the supermarket and he still knew my name, you wouldn’t get that now, you unlikely to even see the same doctor twice.

It was lovely when they used to look after a family from the cradle to the grave and knew all the family members. I also remember Dr Baker seeing my sister playing out in the garden and calling in to rollock my parents as she should have been in bed following an appendicitis operation.

Mind you fairly recently Dr Purdy (he has just retired) called to see a patient and found they hadn't been able to make themselves any food that day so he rolled up his sleeves and cooked them some tea :)

We went to Dr Baker on Wadsley lane for years, he brought me into the world and looked after me until I was a teenager. He was great and would always do home visits.
... I don't think he had a partner, there was only him on.

His only son killed himself and I don't think he ever recovered from that, and then Dr Baker and his wife both died in a plane crash on Lanzerote (I think), very sad.

I remember this well; the plane was approaching Tenerife and crashed mainly due to pilot error - see http://www.planecrashinfo.com/1980/1980-20.htm

As you say, it wasn't a group practice; Dr Baker liked to look after his own patients himself and was always willing to visit. He was the staff doctor at the Northern General where I worked 1969-70, and was also held in high regard there.

yes Robbiet I remember Dr's Wainwright and Gethin. I too always wanted to see Gethin as I was scared stiff of Wainwright. Remember the picture in the waiting room of the doctor leaning over a child sick in bed...so depressing.

Going back to the 1950s does anyone remember Dr Bryson? This was John O'Kane Bryson whose surgery was on Stannington Road. An Irishman, he was a very caring, hard-working G.P. who did all his own house calls in his Volkswagen Beetle. I remember him advising my grandad to take Trinitron tablets for his angina "but if it isn't too bad, just lie down and have a drop of whisky". From the early 1960s he was joined by Dr Jack Ridgwick (still going strong in his 80s). John Bryson's son Shaun also became a G.P. at Stannington and Walkley, but he sadly died of a heart attack - he was only 40.

yes Robbiet I remember Dr's Wainwright and Gethin. I too always wanted to see Gethin as I was scared stiff of Wainwright. Remember the picture in the waiting room of the doctor leaning over a child sick in bed...so depressing.

I'd forgotten all about that picture.I just remember the dark depressing waiting room and the people letting you go first if you were brave enough to face Wainwright:

I'll never forget Dr Hart, our family doctor on Duke St, opposite where Talbot Place used to intersect it. As a small kid, I had chickenpox or some other such childhood ailment so I couldn't go out on Bonfire Nt. I watched the bonfire and fireworks, which were set up in the back yard, through a window. I got so excited that I actually put my head through the window, causing a big gash in my chin. dr. Hart came round to the house right way and stitched me up right on the kitchen table. I still have a small scar there now to remind me of those happy days when being a doctor meant more than a pay cheque.

Couldn't agree more.
Used to live close by the surgery and Dr Hart was regarded by young and old as a very very capable GP but woe betide you if you tried to waste his time.

When I was little we went to our GPs in a big old house on Grimesthorpe Road, all sitting on hardback chairs counting your turn. Dr.Tyson was such a good loooking young doctor. The practice then moved to Burngreave Road. When I had grown up and took my baby daughter down because she seemed to be crying all the time Dr. Kershaw advised me to put a teaspoon of whisky into her bottle, if that didn't work I should have a tablespoon of whisky and I wouldn't be bothered!!

We too had Dr Tyson (Victor, as previously stated!). He was brilliant, often telling you what was wrong without examining you - and he was always right. He took the time to listen through my teen problems. When they moved to the corner of Minna Road, I thought we had longer to wait to be seen but still not a patch on nowadays in A&E departments!. My GP now is on Buchanan Road, and they are pretty good at getting you seen straight away, and they have good "bedside manners" too.

I remember Wainwright and Gethin, but what impressed me was the number of different sized bottles of various colours that were on display in the Surgery.

My doctor back in the 60`s was Marcus on the corner of beck road and sicey avenue. He had wooden benches around the room with radio speakers underneath.

My first GP, in the late 30's to 40's was William O'Brien who practiced from a private house on Richmond Road, opposite St. Catherine's Church. Actually he was responsible for delivering me to my mother at home in 1939, on Richmond Hill Road. I'll bet it cost more than half-a-crown though. Upon his retirement, he was replaced by Dr. McMillan who moved the practice to Stradbroke Drive when the estate was built. He had a purpose built residence with waiting room, surgery etc. He was still the incumbent at the time of my leaving Sheffield in 1959.

On a lighter (?) note, I recall my grandmother being attended by a locum in the late 1940's, a Dr. Krishna. I was fascinated by him as he was the first coloured person that I had ever seen. He told me off for staring at him!

Mike

We had Dr Tyson (VCH) as well. We lived at the top of Woodside Lane & his surgery (along with Dr Adams) was about 50 yards away. A bit further to go when he moved to the bottom of Minna Rd. Then it was Dr Kershaw, and then a lady Doctor who's name escapes me.

We had Dr Tyson (VCH) as well. We lived at the top of Woodside Lane & his surgery (along with Dr Adams) was about 50 yards away. A bit further to go when he moved to the bottom of Minna Rd. Then it was Dr Kershaw, and then a lady Doctor who's name escapes me.

Probably wrong but I think the lady Dr. was a Dr. Taylor.

I can remember being a patient of Dr Tyson as a kid living at home. You went into the surgery and he would peer down his gold rimmed glasses perched on the edge of his nose. He was very good and was our family doctor for many years

Probably wrong but I think the lady Dr. was a Dr. Taylor.

When Dr Kershaw left, I got Dr Edney ......... what a cow she is!!! LOL

Some years ago, at an appointment, out of the blue she comes out with "I think you should loose some weight!" .... Fair enough comment, but she was sat there, pouring out of her chair like Jabba the Hut :loopy: How I didn't give her a nasty response is still a mystery LOL

I remember DR. Pagdon and Dr Tilsley from Hackenthorpe and the surgery was at his house. I always remember the toys as a child in the waiting room.
At the age of 13 we moved to Stanington and Dr. Tilsley also had a practice at Malin Bridge.
But I remember with fondness Dr Pagdin

I remember Dr Shrivastava at Hansdworth little indian guy and Dr Leddy on Burngreave Road.

Our family doctor was Dr. Leddy on Burngreave Road opposite the Vestry Hall but for some reason my dad went to Dr. Weir on the othe side of Burngreave Road.

When Dr Kershaw left, I got Dr Edney ......... what a cow she is!!! LOL

Some years ago, at an appointment, out of the blue she comes out with "I think you should loose some weight!" .... Fair enough comment, but she was sat there, pouring out of her chair like Jabba the Hut :loopy: How I didn't give her a nasty response is still a mystery LOL

That's her. Never liked her people skills. I was unhappy with how she was with my Dad during his final illness. Somewhat lacking in tact.

When Dr Kershaw left, I got Dr Edney ......... what a cow she is!!! LOL

Some years ago, at an appointment, out of the blue she comes out with "I think you should loose some weight!" .... Fair enough comment, but she was sat there, pouring out of her chair like Jabba the Hut :loopy: How I didn't give her a nasty response is still a mystery LOL

Dr Edney used to be my dads GP. He went to her after having a stroke and she told him to lose weight. Unfortunately for her he was prone to mood swings because of his illness, and he replied, " What about you, you're a fat cow!!! " My mum was horrified, but Dr Edney actually laughed at him. :hihi:

Dr Morley and Partners are very good Doctors but history repeats itself because no onewants to see Dr Oconnel:hihi:


Dunno about that, he always seems to have got a gaggle of teenage girls going in to see him.....? ;)

Our old doctor used to be Dr Burke, I think he was on Dykes Hall Lane. I was only young, but he was lovely, and my mum still talks fondly of him now. Nothing was too much trouble.

We then moved to Limbrick (Dr Liddell) too. :)

there were three doctors in years gone by that i had the missfortune to meet, one many years ago turned up so drunk at my friends house he could not stand up, my mother was called to deliver the poor womans child while the doctor sat in a chair by the bed
the other one, well he said there was nothing wrong when we rushed our son round to see him, so we got the bus (it was a long time ago) to the childrens hospital, my son had to have a kidney removed that very same day and ended up in an oxygen tent for asthma related illness'

the third ,well,he was treating my old mother for bronchitus for eleven years, she died of lung cancer, which i was told she had had for around .well you guessed it .

yet my own doctor from 50 or so years ago was a great character with the kids,he had eleven of his own so he probably understood the pains of kids growing up,even so he did tell my wife she was not pregnant and that she had severe wind, her waters broke several months later while on the 95 bus,almost outside the doctors surgery

Our old doctor used to be Dr Burke, I think he was on Dykes Hall Lane. I was only young, but he was lovely, and my mum still talks fondly of him now. Nothing was too much trouble.

That would be Dr Francis Birks in Dykes Hall Road - as you say he was an excellent doctor, who liked to look after his own patients rather than being in a group practice. But I think that, eventually, the practice merged with the "new" one in Far Lane, in about the late 1970s? The little single-storey surgery buiding is still there beside the Birks' large house.

When I lived in Crosspool, Dr Rushbrooke was our doctor - her practice was on Manchester Rd., at the bottom of Stephen Hill Rd. Then, in Fulwood we had Dr Adam who had a practice somewhere near the top of Crimicar Lane I think.

My mum talks fondly of Dr Rushbrook who was the family GP from her childhood. Apparently Dr Rushbrook used to charge into the waiting room and open all the windows, saying that the cold fresh air would do everyone good. My mum also remembers Dr R trumping loudly during an examination, and not being remotely embarrassed... very amusing to a small child!

My mum talks fondly of Dr Rushbrook who was the family GP from her childhood. Apparently Dr Rushbrook used to charge into the waiting room and open all the windows, saying that the cold fresh air would do everyone good. My mum also remembers Dr R trumping loudly during an examination, and not being remotely embarrassed... very amusing to a small child!

Trumping ,Haven't heard that for a long time

Trumping ,Haven't heard that for a long time
i hear it all the time mate,i just dont say owt to the wife when she does it though

Dr Dowson was the other doctor in Crosspool. Eight seats in his waiting room and if you couldn't get one there was a rush on. Smoked like a chimney - Senior Service if I remember correctly. One man band with morning and evening surgeries Monday to Friday and morning surgery Saturday and on call 24/7. As you left his surgery you were instructed to send the next patient in. His prescriptions were calligraphic masterpieces. When you took them to Prestons Chemists in Crosspool the pharmacist would disappear round the back and you'd hear the number being dialled. "Dr Dowson, could you just confirm what you've prescribed for Mr XXXX? Ah, thought so, but I just wanted to be sure." He didn't suffer malingerers, but if you were really ill then he was a top man.

In the '40s, our family doctor lived in a sort of mansion up Taptonville Road. I think Dr Rouse came from Edinburgh. I still have my ancient Medical Card.

In the '40s, our family doctor lived in a sort of mansion up Taptonville Road. I think Dr Rouse came from Edinburgh. I still have my ancient Medical Card.

I still have my medical card dated July 15 1948.I think that was when the N.H.S. started.

Well the date stamp on mine is clearly dated 5 July 1948. Have another look at yours.

My identity card is date stamped 25 Jan 1949, even though it was signed by my mother on 17 July 1942.

Well the date stamp on mine is clearly dated 5 July 1948. Have another look at yours.

Yep,mine is the 5th also.The age you know.

Our family doctor was in a group practice, at Firth Park, there was Dr Mackenzie, Dr Pettigrew and Dr Pilling. Dr Pettigrew was the first lady doctor I ever came across. Always dressed in a tweed suit, sharp features, and half-specs she looked at you over. The practice is still there I think, but the old docs are long gone.

Back in the 1940s we had a doctor called Pettigrew, whose surgery was at the end of Leeds Road. I think there was old man Pettigrew, and he was followed by his son, and they were doctors of the old school --brilliant in their dedication to the task of looking after the folks of the East End.
In later year, I recall a doc called Allen, who had a surgery on Montgomery Terrace Road in the 1950s, and also one of Eyre Street.
I would agree with people who have praised Paul Jeavons --definitely a very special guy, and a superb doctor.

Yes but Dr. Evans didn't arrive until later.Remember Dr. Baldwin ? He had a jokey nickname too!

His nickname was 'Stripper'. I found that believable after my employer had sent me there for a medical.

Come on you old Woodhouse folk, let's hear about GPs dynasty; are there still a few of you who remember Dr Scott from 80 or so years ago? Still quite a few of us recall Dr Adams, Dr Jackson, who arrived in the village around 1938, contemporary with Dr O'Brien, and Dr Macmillan. Then came Frank Brindley, son of the village hardware merchant in Tannery Street, and Dr Rooney. Frank Brindley was succeeded by Dr Andrejowski followed by Margaret Spinks and the team now based in the extended practice adjoining the health centre.

Dr VR Patel was my neighbour in Ranmoor from 1975 to the day we moved up to Fulwood Road in 1981. We more or less grew up with his daughters and had some truly memorable times as neighbours (midnight parties and days out etc). I used to get diaries and calenders from medical companies from him.

The beauty was that should I pick up a cough or a cold or whatever, he'd either pop round to ours or I'd go round to his. As others have said, he's a lovely guy.

But my own doctor was 'Johnny' Adamo whose surgery was on Barber Road / Crookesmoor Road. Another friend of the family, Dr Adamo was (and indeed remains) a likeable guy but my goodness, he has the loudest voice on planet earth.

Dr VR Patel was my neighbour in Ranmoor from 1975 to the day we moved up to Fulwood Road in 1981. We more or less grew up with his daughters and had some truly memorable times as neighbours (midnight parties and days out etc). I used to get diaries and calenders from medical companies from him.

The beauty was that should I pick up a cough or a cold or whatever, he'd either pop round to ours or I'd go round to his. As others have said, he's a lovely guy.

But my own doctor was 'Johnny' Adamo whose surgery was on Barber Road / Crookesmoor Road. Another friend of the family, Dr Adamo was (and indeed remains) a likeable guy but my goodness, he has the loudest voice on planet earth.
Dr Patel was my GP around this time. I wanted the 'snip' and there was a bit of a waiting list, He offered to do it privately for me. I went to his house on Hangingwater, he had a mini op theatre in the basement room. In and out, in 25 mins and a can of lager for refreshment, £30 all in!

Dr Patel was my GP around this time. I wanted the 'snip' and there was a bit of a waiting list, He offered to do it privately for me. I went to his house on Hangingwater, he had a mini op theatre in the basement room. In and out, in 25 mins and a can of lager for refreshment, £30 all in!

Oh lordy, what a sobering thought.

I used to play in that theatre downstairs and probably played on the very couch where snip ops took place. As a kid such things never cross your mind.

As someone who went through the experience some years back (and it wasn't fun in my case) I suddenly feel quite light-headed.

I remember as a child going to our Dr's surgery on Staniforth Rd, they then moved to Talbert (sp) Road then to Parkhill M/C on Duke Street. Dr Wallis was the nicer of the two, Dr Froggit was really strict and rough.
The older practices always had a really nice smell about them, a bit like Covonia cough madicine lol

Hehe I remember visiting the Duke St. practice, Think Dr. Maher was also at the same practice? On the corner of Manor Oaks Rd. / Duke St.

Oh lordy, what a sobering thought.

I used to play in that theatre downstairs and probably played on the very couch where snip ops took place. As a kid such things never cross your mind.

As someone who went through the experience some years back (and it wasn't fun in my case) I suddenly feel quite light-headed.

I had no bother at all, in fact I was playing the drums the same evening! Fortunately the working position is the most comfortable way to sit:D

I went to the practice on Greenhow Street, I use to see Dr Ridgewick (smashing bloke). My father saw Dr Laheaf he was always picking bets out in the newspaper when the patients walked in also smwlt of whisky. There was a third Dr Bryson. That was way back in the 50's and 60's

I seem to remember a Young Dr Brison and an old Dr Bryson. My mum and us kids had Ridgewick, my dad had Bryson. I remember him telling my dad off for sucking Maggots to make them wriggle.
I dont know if Ridgewick is still alive he was living on moorbank rd off couldwell lane. When we were kids he had a house on Thrush St. opposite the walkley club.
We played with his son sometimes. I think he has at at Birkdale. so a bit posh for us, but a nice lad. I can't remember his name.

Bet there is no one on here who remembers Dr Sparks in Tinsley in the 60's...what a great guy he was....we then went to Richmond Road (almost as far dawn a Brook School) in a semi detached house to Dr Crowther & Dr Porteous. Dr Crowther always had a bit of bedside manner lacking but his work at St Lukes Hospice always seemed to make up for it somehow !!

Does anyone remember Dr Wells and Dr O connel who used to be in the tiny little surgery on the manor top at the side of the library ,it had little wooden benches and a tiny little window at the entrance very often you had to wait outside because you could not get in if it were full:hihi:

Remember a Dr. Labib Botros who had his surgery at the bottom of Shiregreen Lane. I understand he was Egyptian and one of the kindest and proficient blokes I knew. Nothing was too much trouble for him. Anyone else remember him - that'd be back in the 50's and he was getting on then!

Remember a Dr. Labib Botros who had his surgery at the bottom of Shiregreen Lane. I understand he was Egyptian and one of the kindest and proficient blokes I knew. Nothing was too much trouble for him. Anyone else remember him - that'd be back in the 50's and he was getting on then!

see my earlier thread. i'm afraid dr botros as nice as he was diagnosed my hepititus as indigestion and i ended up on lodgemoor hospital for two weeks.

see my earlier thread. i'm afraid dr botros as nice as he was diagnosed my hepititus as indigestion and i ended up on lodgemoor hospital for two weeks.
Can only say BLIMEY! He did us proud but perhaps we were on borrowed time when kids? He'd be about 60 when we were seeing him. Hope you didn't have too rough a time but it sounds dodgy to me and the professional help you should have received was lacking to say the least!

Can only say BLIMEY! He did us proud but perhaps we were on borrowed time when kids? He'd be about 60 when we were seeing him. Hope you didn't have too rough a time but it sounds dodgy to me and the professional help you should have received was lacking to say the least!

As i said in my earlier thread we didn't dream of complaining though because as you say he was a fantastic bloke and felt more a family friend. Do you remember his partner Dr Taylor i believe, he was the one who diagnosed me correctly on the 3rd visit.

As i said in my earlier thread we didn't dream of complaining though because as you say he was a fantastic bloke and felt more a family friend. Do you remember his partner Dr Taylor i believe, he was the one who diagnosed me correctly on the 3rd visit.
I vaguely recall a younger bloke knocking about the surgery but don't remember his name - I presume that would have been Dr. Taylor? Lucky for you he called by the sound of it!:confused::help:

What about the two Pettigrews - father and son. Practiced on the corner of Leeds Rd across from Attercliffe Baths - in the 50's and 60's as I recall. They had a lady receptionist who had no teeth at all. Can't remember her name though.

Does anyone remember Dr Wells and Dr O connel who used to be in the tiny little surgery on the manor top at the side of the library ,it had little wooden benches and a tiny little window at the entrance very often you had to wait outside because you could not get in if it were full:hihi:

I remember the small "passageway waiting room" at Rosehearty on the corner of Hurlfield Road and Ridgeway Road. I used to hate going there to see to see Dr. Wells. The waiting room was always full of coughing and sneezing people, and if you had to wait outside, it always appeared to be raining, snowing or freezing. In those "free-for-all" days, everybody tried to get there before the surgery opened (at I think 8.45am). The doctors never seemed to appear before 9.30am, and we never appeared to get out of the surgery until about 11.30am at the earliest. It didn't end there, it was usually followed by a long wait in Owens the chemists at Manor Top, behind the people you had been behind in the doctors' waiting room, before you could get your prescription dispensed.

What a way to spend half a day!:gag:

....we then went to Richmond Road (almost as far dawn a Brook School) in a semi detached house to Dr Crowther & Dr Porteous. Dr Crowther always had a bit of bedside manner lacking but his work at St Lukes Hospice always seemed to make up for it somehow !!

Dr. Crowther was our family doctor when we had our two children. My wife had problems during the duration of both pregnancies. Dr. Crowther's calmness, skill and excellent "bedside manner" ensured that the pregnancies went their full terms and that two healthy babies were born.

We were not surprised when Dr. Crowther later became such an indispensable member of St. Lukes Hospice until his retirement. That is the measure of the man.

Does anyone remember Dr Wells and Dr O connel who used to be in the tiny little surgery on the manor top at the side of the library ,it had little wooden benches and a tiny little window at the entrance very often you had to wait outside because you could not get in if it were full:hihi:

I remember Dr O`Connell and Dr Downey at the Manor Surgery, oh yes and I remember the little window. She was always very stern the woman behind there. Haha. You had to take a seat at the end of the bench and then you moved around as others in front of you were called in until you were next to the door,then you went in next.

I remember Dr O'Leary!! He was fab. He even came out on Christmas Day morning when my mom went all the way down to the shops to use the one and only public phone on the estate to ask him to come to see me 'cause I was poorly. I had the mumps! Ah, the good old days - the doctor/patient relationship that is, not the mumps!!