my Great grandad was a vicar at parsons cross! !

There's no "S". It's Parson Cross. Locals have been known to get a bit angry with the rogue "S".

There's no "S". It's Parson Cross. Locals have been known to get a bit angry with the rogue "S".


rightly pointed out Bushbaby. bumped into JB today at the barbers, haven't seen him for 2 or 3 years. we stopped and chatted about years past and what he got upto with the throwing arrows. Bladders will tell you more i'm sure.

all the best

bumped into JB today at the barbers,

Was that Eric's at Hillsborough? I know he usually goes there early on a Saturday, as it opens about half six.

eris's long gone, a smashing young couple own it now, one of the best around beats marys on southey roundabout!

Do they still have "early doo-ers" on a Saturday?

Eric's long gone.


Afraid so - he used to cut my barnet.

I heard he went to live abroad and has since passed away.

Great Bloke. RIP Eric.

All this talk about Eric recently (he really was a lovely guy) has set me thinking about how traumatic a visit to the hairdresser could be when you were a kid.
(Hairdresser?? Who am I kiddin’? – they were Barbers through and through)

Growing up on Wordsworth, my local barber was Varney on Buchanan Rd. Now I’m quite sure that, for adults, a visit to Varney was no bigger a thing than going to the chippie or the bettin’ shop, but for kids it was horrendous, and was to be avoided at all costs.
The first issue was queuing. Varney’s attitude was that kids went to the back of the queue, so that sometimes you could be sat there for days waiting until all the grown ups had been done and it was your turn. And if you were nearly at the front and a couple of regular guys came in, then you sunk down to the back of the line.
Then when it was eventually your turn the fun really started. He would stick the plank across the chair arms even if you didn’t need it, just to show you how insignificant you were.
Once in the chair, the man would then wrap a huge army surplus bed sheet (white with three blue stripes down the middle?) around your neck and shoulder, effectively pinning your arms to your side so that, if your nose should happen to start itching (what am I saying IF?? It started itching like billie-oh straight away) there was no way you could scratch it without performing a Jack Douglas type manoeuvre, which meant resting your elbow on you knee then jerking it upwards so that your hand came in contact with the offending nostril, giving very temporary relief. Varney of course would grunt at this and look at you in the mirror as if you were something stuck to the bottom of his shoe.

“Can you tilt your head forward please?”

This was a phrase that they didn’t teach at barbers’ school in them days. Instead he would start pumping the chair up with his foot to throw you off guard, then he would rest his hand on your neck and shove your head forward in a single jerk, and quickly apply a hand -brake so that it came to a stunned stop when it reached the desired position, causing your brain to crash against your forehead. For about the next three minutes your head would be spinning, there would be spots before your eyes, and your nose would itch even like a radio active hot spot. Then, when the mist slowly cleared, you would see in the mirror that the damage had been done.

“I said “square neck!” not “short back’n’sides!” Nearly in tears at this point.
“Sorry, I forgot”

One of his great skills was that he could only do one type of haircut – Short Back’N’Sides.
It didn’t matter what you asked for – “Can I have a trim op top, with the sideburns squared off just below the ear, and the back tapered to a point in the neck please?” – You got the regular short back’n’sides. When the kids in your class began wearing their hair slightly longer, and everyone wanted to look like Pete Howe, you had a barnet straight from a nineteen forties John Mills film. If someone had pinned a label on your coat and put you on a train, you’d have ended up living in a welsh farmhouse for three years, with a woman with too many brooms.

And of course it didn’t finish with the humiliating haircut. As he was unwrapping the shroud, he would recite his famous line “Would you like cream?”
And no matter how quickly you screamed
“No! Please! Not the cream. Not – The – Creeamm!!”
- it was already too late. His hands, covered in a thick green slimy shampoo-resistant Palmolive gel, would come down on the top of your skull, and plaster your hair into a meringue of mediocrity. As you risked one eye to see the damage in the mirror, a giant sob welled up in your throat, and needed choking back. You knew that for the next week or so, you would look like an absolute numpty. Even the kids from Foxhill would be able to take the mick.
And if it was a few days away from bath night, then the loose hairs on your back and neck would give you jip for sometime to come, making it all in all, an nightmare experience.

We all had a crew cut and singe.

God knows what a singe did, maybe it stunted hair growth - a burning taper was run over the hair. It was frightening at first, then fun.

I also seem to remember a ducks arse being popular.

The barber on Buchanan was always ****** first thing in the morning....not good if you were first in the queue, as he was always late opening and a bit unsteady on his first pass over with the cutters :)

There was another barber at Southey, Alfredo's? or similar....made it sound quite posh but he was probably just a local but as a kid you knew no different.

Never had the luxury of going to a proper barber before I started work.
I used to get my hair cut in someones house.
It was on Remington Ave up at the top near Remington Rd across from Colley School ,I guess that would be across from the west corner of the school

I cannot believe that a barber off The Cross was merry on duty.

Good job they did not do shaves with a cut-throat razor whilst,wee-weed.The blood on Buchanan would have been huge.

The barber on Buchanan was always ****** first thing in the morning....not good if you were first in the queue, as he was always late opening and a bit unsteady on his first pass over with the cutters :)

There was another barber at Southey, Alfredo's? or similar....made it sound quite posh but he was probably just a local but as a kid you knew no different.

Hello gadget girl!!!! just to put you right on the ALFREDOS point! he's a genuine Italian and still has a shop on the Chapletown Island next to the Pizza shop and the other shops that are there. He is a very close freind of my brother inlaw. who still lives in Italy with my sister where they have been married for the last 38 years. Alfedo started his business on Molinoux road next to the papaer shop where my mother used to take me for a hair cut around !966.67,68. The buisness he had grew until he had several shops , one of which was under the Black Swan or commanley known as the "Mucky Duck " on snig hill. My brother in law came over from Italy three years ago and we went to see himm in the shop in Chap where upon he put down his scissors and drank the best red wine I have ever tasted.

Alfeodo is not a local in the common term, I believe and stand to be correctecd that he comes from the Riminni area of Italy where my sister still lives. The only possible deviation from this is that my brother in law met him as a fellow Italian in Sheffield roughly between the years of !966- 1968. When my brother inlaw was working as the head waiter at "The Royal VictoriaHotel" But I will confirm!

Alfredo and Enzo ( my brother in law) have many may years of memories working n the U,K (GODS OWN LAND). please fre to comment more

I went to Alfredo's under the Black Swan once. They charged what seemed like a million quid in the 70's.

I know i posted this pic before of the Buchannan road barber, but there might be new people here and its nice to see him again. (http://i71.photobucket.com/albums/i159/Doppler1/barber_small.jpg)


"Do you want it all off? I can cut it all off, you know"

Hello gadget girl!!!! just to put you right on the ALFREDOS point! he's a genuine Italian and still has a shop on the Chapletown Island next to the Pizza shop

In 1969 a group of us local thugs (me, Deso, Ba-ba, Bungi, the Eyre twins) went up to Alfredo at Southey and had our lovely long locks converted to Skinheads. I remember that he shaved off half our hair and then said "Gimme ten quid or I'll leave it like this"
I reminded him of this twenty years later when I went to his shop under the Black Swan and he laughed long and hard.
What a great guy!

It did have pedals that he worked with his hands......his name was Don and he used to come into Hillsborough park and watch us playing football in the late 50's early 60's. I think he lived on Donovan Road behind the Five Arches pub.

his name was don but he lived at the botom of meynall road .after the matches we used to push him up the hill to give his arms a rest

his name was don but he lived at the botom of meynall road .after the matches we used to push him up the hill to give his arms a rest
There was a story that he pedalled to Wembley in '66. Probably untrue, but a great story nonetheless.

. . . after the matches we used to push him up the hill to give his arms a rest

And when he had a fixed wheel, some cruel rogues used to push him DOWNHILL . . . just to watch his arms thrashing around like legs of a duck on speed, laughing their heads off as he accelerated into the sunset.

An ex Council House at Parson Cross recently sold for £92,000.

Not a bad profit for someone who paid £7,800 for it in 1984.

Hi,
I was born on the Cross in 1955, the seventh of eight kids. My mum and dad were the first to occupy the house on Wordsworth, and mum stayed their for 50 years before moving recently into sheltered accomodation in Hillsborough.
My "territory" was the area at the junction of Wordsworth and Deerlands. My friends and I built a Cycle Speedway track there, and had two teams - PC Eagles (my team) and PC Devils.
Local character was a guy called Pete Howe, born circa 1949, he was the nearest thing we had to a John Lennon. He played guitar (really well as it happens) and sang. He also had outrageous hair and clothes, and had lots of beautiful girlfriends. We were all jealous of him. Local haunts were the Youth Clubs at Meynell, Mansell and Colley schools. I played football for Mansell YC in 1970 - 73.
I went to Thommy More's junior school. In 1966 we reached Football final (lost to Mansell) and Rounders final (beat Lound). I still have the fotos of both teams - collectors'items indeed.
My mum, like many others, went to the shops everyday, and bought stuff for that evening's meal only. No freezers in them days. We had a fixed meal rota. My fave was Meat and Potato pie [Thursdays]. My first "local" was The Beagle. Landlord was a Jewish guy called Joe (Williams?). Lovely guy, kept a great pint of Tetleys......(I'll add more soon if you like)

is the above mentioned pete howe the guy thats bin arrested for some sex offence?!!?:o

the post with his name on i cant find so im guessin its bin removed for some reason, definately howe tho.?

is the above mentioned pete howe the guy thats bin arrested for some sex offence?!!?:o

the post with his name on i cant find so im guessin its bin removed for some reason, definately howe tho.?

No - Gary Thomas Howe, 43, of Hollinsend Road, Intake, Sheffield has been charged with three counts of rape in Sheffield and Bristol.

oh ok. very very sorry then peter howe, wasn't accusing you, just curious!

Have just found this site and notice many mentions of local pubs and why not?
Does anyone have memories of my dad Eric who played the piano or organ in many of them including the Parson Cross Hotel, the Tavern, Lane End WMC, the British Legion Ecclesfield, latterly The Greyhound and many more in between in fact if he went out socially and there was a piano he would always ask if he could play it

Have just found this site and notice many mentions of local pubs and why not?
Does anyone have memories of my dad Eric who played the piano or organ in many of them including the Parson Cross Hotel, the Tavern, Lane End WMC, the British Legion Ecclesfield, latterly The Greyhound and many more in between in fact if he went out socially and there was a piano he would always ask if he could play it

That must be pre-sixties, when the juke-boxes took over. A bit before my pub crawling days I'm afraid.

is the above mentioned pete howe the guy thats bin arrested for some sex offence?

Pete was and is many things (many, many things!!) but I don't think sex offender would ever be one of them..

Never had the luxury of going to a proper barber before I started work.
I used to get my hair cut in someones house.


My elder brothers used to get their hair cut in a house on Deerlands Mount. The guy (Penty?? some name like that) had a proper barber chair in his kitchen

Pete was and is many things (many, many things!!) but I don't think sex offender would ever be one of them..

damn right

The Co-op has re-opened on Margetson Crescent after a face lift.

Hopefully local people will support it.

[QUOTE=Unregistered]The Co-op has re-opened on Margetson Crescent after a face lift. QUOTE]

Will my existing share number (31010) still be valid?

[QUOTE=Unregistered]

The Co-op has re-opened on Margetson Crescent after a face lift. QUOTE]

Will my existing share number (31010) still be valid?

There was some talk recently about bringing back the divi.

I don't envy the poor co-op soul who had to wade through all those damn tickets in the days before computers!

[QUOTE=Bushbaby]

I don't envy the poor co-op soul who had to wade through all those damn tickets in the days before computers!

It really helped my mum pay for Christmas though

It really helped my mum pay for Christmas though

I'm sure we never cashed in our Co-op divi, then again, most of our weekly shop was done ''darn tarn'' (down Town) on a 49 bus to Bridge Street, bringing back brown paper carrier bags of grub with string handles that almost cut through your fingers.

We probably topped up at Hulleys, Deakins and Fine Fare during the week.

I was more concerned with re-cycling Tizer and Jusoda pop bottles than the Co-op divi - absolutely nothing to do with being green - there was a 3d threpny bit deposit to collect on them there empties.

I was more concerned with re-cycling Tizer and Jusoda pop bottles than the Co-op divi - absolutely nothing to do with being green - there was a 3d threpny bit deposit to collect on them there empties.

We used to go around the back of the Parson Cross Hotel, jump over the fence, and nick a handful of empty bottles. Then we would take 'em to The Beagle and claim the deposit.
You had to make sure Joe was on though (Joe Williams - long time landlord of The Beagle) as his eyesight was bad enough to not know the difference.

I used to look after Albert years ago.They say that there was nothing wrong with his back.He had walked that way for so long he could not straighten up.He went into care,but I cannot remember where.I suppose he is dead now.

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Can you identify this road from Sheffield's past? - Parson Cross Area. (http://www.bbc.co.uk/southyorkshire/sense_of_place/picture_sheffield/nov_03/001_s00754.shtml)

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Can you identify this road from Sheffield's past? - Parson Cross Area. (http://www.bbc.co.uk/southyorkshire/sense_of_place/picture_sheffield/nov_03/001_s00754.shtml)

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Looks like wordsworth just up from the total petrol station.

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Can you identify this road from Sheffield's past? - Parson Cross Area. (http://www.bbc.co.uk/southyorkshire/sense_of_place/picture_sheffield/nov_03/001_s00754.shtml)

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i think this looks like the end of buchannan where it croses with adlington (may be wrong)

no .....................

anyone remember nutty paul on knutton road?he had two sisters that also had a few mental issues,used to chase us kids way back when

The houses look like they are post war but I do not remember any with a railing on top of the wall.
We had a wall like that in front of our house on Wordsworth Ave but no railing.
It also looks like the road is to be 1-2 feet lower than the pavement.
That should be easy to identify it. Where is there a grass verge that steep ?

I have no idea where these houses are BUT there were grass verges like that
on Morgan Rd Shireclifef/Parson Cross.

anyone remember nutty paul on knutton road?he had two sisters that also had a few mental issues,used to chase us kids way back when

That was the "Moore"s. They also had an elder brother Freddie

Shame really as they had a number of mental health issues which went unaddressed.
If you ever spoke to Paul properly, you could see that he had some potential, and was a nice lad, but it was never gonna get recognised without the proper care. He had to spend all his time defending himself.

I just hope that kids like that today get the attention they deserve

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Can you identify this road from Sheffield's past? - Parson Cross Area. (http://www.bbc.co.uk/southyorkshire/sense_of_place/picture_sheffield/nov_03/001_s00754.shtml)

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It reminds me of the houses on Wordsworth Avenue between The Ritz and Mount Tabor, on the same side as Mount Tabor.

However, that tree puts me off, and the angle of the last house on the right.

I was at Woodhouse Grammar School in 1964 with a guy from Parson Cross, called Pete Pethick, who was a cross country runner of some note at the time. Don't know what happened to him though.

There was a large group of kids from The Cross who made the long journey to Woodhouse each day in the early 60s (Terry Wilson is one who springs to mind) and I’ve often wondered why, with Ecco and Firth park being so much closer. Is it ‘cause they were full?

I used to travel to Woodhouse Grammar daily by coach from the Cross.Can't recall Pete Pethick but we did pick up Terry Likorish who was a prolific cross country runner from Woolly Wood Bottom on the way.In response to Bushbaby, do you mean Tony Wilson?I do believe we had to go all that way because Ecclesfield (under WRCC) was full and I think Woodhouse also came under WRCC wheras Firth Park and others closer came under Sheffield.

I'd forgotten about the old "Sheffield versus West Riding" issues. They caused a lot of problems didn't they? At my junior school we had to go to two different places to sit the 11 plus - depending on whether you were one or the other.

I'm quite sure the guy's name was Terry Wilson. Would've been born in 1948/49. Good cycle speedway rider and a nice guy to boot. Pally with my older brother John.

we did pick up Terry Likorish .

What a great name...

This is the 800th entry on the subject of Parson Cross - a fine acheivement by any means - especially as most of us couldn't read and write until we were 14!!
Keep 'em coming....

Can't recall a Terry Wilson on any of the two coaches which ran from the Cross.
Tony Wilson would have been born late 46/47.

hi,click on to" photographs of Cleethorpes,"via Google search,there are photos of wonderland ,promenade etc taken in 1955 .good luck

There was a large group of kids from The Cross who made the long journey to Woodhouse each day in the early 60s (Terry Wilson is one who springs to mind) and I’ve often wondered why, with Ecco and Firth park being so much closer. Is it ‘cause they were full?


Nah - There were no girls at Firth Park in them days, that's why.

Some would say same applies to Ecco - but that would be rude to the Ecco Totty of the day !

Nah - There were no girls at Firth Park in them days, that's why.
Some would say same applies to Ecco - but that would be rude to the Ecco Totty of the day !

Were there girls at Woodhouse? That explains a lot

It reminds me of the houses on Wordsworth Avenue between The Ritz and Mount Tabor, on the same side as Mount Tabor.

However, that tree puts me off, and the angle of the last house on the right.
It might be Masters Rd. before the pavement and road were completed.I'm not sure but I think Italian POW's did the work.

I love the fact that the rest of Sheffield finds is very easy to find fault with the Cross and we have the most posts and chat on SF!
54 thousand people have felt the need to check out this thread!!....Cant be that bad then can we!!

Just goes to show what friendly folk we are up here on this lovely estate.

I lived in Masters Rd from 1945 to 49 when I joined the Royal Navy, Elsie Watson,June CRomwell I remember their names, where are all the lads and lasses these days?

sorry wrong username

I lived in Masters Rd from 1945 to 49 when I joined the Royal Navy, Elsie Watson, June Cromwell I remember their names, where are all the lads and lasses these days?

After you broke their hearts by going to sea, they probably left !

I moved to 77 Holgate Crescent in 1946/7. After attending Eccesfield Junior. (Headmaster Mr Swan) and eventually failing the Eleven Plus along with all other new pupils from the New Parsons Cross estate we were drafted to Burgoyne Road in the late 1949s until the new Colley School was opened in January 1950 or 51.
Mr Harry Birch was the Head and my 'A' stream year was the first class which completed the through transit of the school. I left in 1953/4 to start work at Brightside Foundry, Eccesfield Lane. as an Apprentice Engineer. Starting in the foundry core shop as the 'Tea Lad' (Teamaker). We did not have a great standard of life but I can never ever remember being bored.
Was any reader in my class?

I moved to 77 Holgate Crescent in 1946/7. After attending Eccesfield Junior. (Headmaster Mr Swan) and eventually failing the Eleven Plus most of the new pupils from the New Parson Cross estate were moved to Burgoyne Road in the late 1949s until the new Colley School was opened in January 1950 or 51.
Mr Harry Birch was the Head and my 'A' stream year was the first class which completed the through transit of the school. I left in 1954 to start work at Brightside Foundry, Eccesfield Lane. We did not have a great standard of life but I can never remember being bored.
Was any reader in my class?

Harry Birch was still the Head in the late 1960's, maybe even longer.

Sadly, the Colley School site (later Parson Cross College) is almost completely demolished.

I moved to 77 Holgate Crescent in 1946/7. After attending Eccesfield Junior. (Headmaster Mr Swan) and eventually failing the Eleven Plus along with all other new pupils from the New Parsons Cross estate we were drafted to Burgoyne Road in the late 1949s until the new Colley School was opened in January 1950 or 51.
Mr Harry Birch was the Head and my 'A' stream year was the first class which completed the through transit of the school. I left in 1953/4 to start work at Brightside Foundry, Eccesfield Lane. as an Apprentice Engineer. Starting in the foundry core shop as the 'Tea Lad' (Teamaker). We did not have a great standard of life but I can never ever remember being bored.
Was any reader in my class?


I left Easter 54,probably a year after you.
In my last year I was in 4-1 Mr Thompson was the form master (I think) ,he taught English.

I thought so.


Where is the boundary between Parson Cross and Ecclesfield?

I believe the Stream call (Hartly Brook)? was the boundry line before the new estate was built in 1945-6.

I left Easter 54,probably a year after you.
In my last year I was in 4-1 Mr Thompson was the form master (I think) ,he taught English.

Ken Thompson was also my form master. (He classed me as the one he failed at!!).
Do you remember John Godley, David Coleman, Rita Schofield. (Who live near Wordwoth Tavern)?
(I'll have to delve back a few year to name others.)?

MORE DEMOLITION OF PARSON CROSS HOMES ?

03 NOVEMBER 2006.

SCORES of homes on Parson Cross face demolition because repairs are too expensive to carry out.

Structural surveys carried out in the summer identified malthouses on Wordsworth Avenue as having "no cost effective repair solutions".

Sheffield Council has not announced what will happen to the properties and officials are to carry out a consultation exercise with residents.

But last week Sheffield Homes, the organisation which runs the city's council housing, controversially revealed that non-traditional types of houses identified in the survey as being too expensive to repair could instead be knocked down and rebuilt.

64 houses are affected on Parson Cross including 28 owner-occupied houses bought under the right-to-buy scheme.

Malthouses were built on Wordsworth Avenue just after WWII and made from concrete blocks pinned together but with apex roofs and rendering made to look like brickwork, so the properties blended in with neighbouring homes.

I believe the stream called (Hartley Brook)? was the boundary line before the new estate was built in 1945-6.

I think it was called Tongue Gutter.

It originally drained farm land in the area but I don't know if it was ever used as a boundary line for Parson Cross.

I had two good friends on the Cross, Cybill Guy and Maureen Wild, the Wilds were a big family, we went to St Patricks school in the middle 50s.

I had two good friends on the Cross, Cybill Guy and Maureen Wild, the Wilds were a big family, we went to St Patricks school in the middle 50s.


I had two good pals at Shirecliffe School. June Beet(or Beatson) and Pat Boyle.

I love the fact that the rest of Sheffield finds is very easy to find fault with the Cross and we have the most posts and chat on SF!

54 thousand people have felt the need to check out this thread!!....Cant be that bad then can we!!

Just goes to show what friendly folk we are up here on this lovely estate.

'New' Parson Cross celebrates 60 years in 2007.

I wonder what the next 60 years has in store.

i didnt no sorry

I think those Malthouses on Wordsworth Avenue (I've not heard that term used before) must be the ones on the left immediately after the Tanner Hop as you go over past Wheata shops towards Ecclesfield.

The rendering really does look like brickwork - they were pretty good at faking it after the war.

Unregistered - The Parson Cross Shopping Areas are a disgrace. Most others in the City are. It was not always like this. Why is it now?

MORE DEMOLITION OF PARSON CROSS HOMES ?

03 NOVEMBER 2006.

SCORES of homes on Parson Cross face demolition because repairs are too expensive to carry out.

Malthouses were built on Wordsworth Avenue just after WWII and made from concrete blocks pinned together but with apex roofs and rendering made to look like brickwork, so the properties blended in with neighbouring homes.

TURFITTMAR who sometimes contributes to these pages and emigrated to USA in early 1970s, grew up in these Malthouses - on the hill going down into ecco from Wheta.
I wonder what her view on this is??

When I walked to Eccelsfield Junior School (1945/6). The Malthouse houses were just being built. They were built in sections and the sections being casted or moulded on the site of the house. Built from the Wordsworth Ave/Remington Road Junction along Wordsworth Ave to the next road Junction which I believe is Brailsford Avenue. We were always told when young, that they like Prefabs, were only going to last ten or twenty year.
Some other houses built the same way were on Mansel Ave, near Yew Lane where I now understand a school as been built.

When I walked to Eccelsfield Junior School (1945/6). The Malthouse houses were just being built. .

Albert, did you ever hear them referred to as Malthouses? It's not a term I'd come across before reading about it in last week's Final.
The school you mention is Mansell School, where many Parson Cross children from the early 60's onwards spent their formative years.
It was also home to a very good Youth Club in the 70's, where I and my friends went through the awkward years of adolescence and emerged the other side as bright upstanding pillars of the community (NOT!!)

Unregistered - The Parson Cross Shopping Areas are a disgrace. Most others in the City are. It was not always like this. Why is it now?

They are sixty years old.

Albert, did you ever hear them referred to as Malthouses? It's not a term I'd come across before reading about it in last week's Final.
The school you mention is Mansell School, where many Parson Cross children from the early 60's onwards spent their formative years.
It was also home to a very good Youth Club in the 70's, where I and my friends went through the awkward years of adolescence and emerged the other side as bright upstanding pillars of the community (NOT!!)


If my memory serves me correct I think the name of the contracter was "Malthouse"

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If my memory serves me correct I think the name of the contracter was "Malthouse"

AAAh! Now that would explain it.
And there was me thinking that it was a style of house, based on buildings where "Malt" was kept in medieval times or summink

Un-registered. They may be sixty year old. Stone-henge is a bit older bit it is not a pig sty
Bushbaby - Thar's one born ever day!!!

Un-registered. They may be sixty year old. Stone-henge is a bit older but it is not a pig sty.



If people don't support their local facilities then they get run down and close.

A lot of money is being spent on upgrading Margetson shops, hopefully the new residents of the old Colley School site will support this investment by shopping local.

If people don't support their local facilities then they get run down and close.

A lot of money is being spent on upgrading Margetson shops, hopefully the new residents of the old Colley School site will support this investment by shopping local.


Unregistered - I agree with you all the way, but time change habits and the local shop are not really part of the scene today except for a very few items.
It is much cheaper and more convient for the major super markets to deliver direct to homes. That is what the future holds.

The local shops on estates are usually controlled by the municipal authority with specific governing regulations. One needs to be honest and state clearly that councils are often not able to run there own affairs. Two examples. (1) ' The World Student Games '. (2). ' Sheffield Airport '.

Obviously upgrading of the shops is not required because they will not have enough customers to keep open. If they are removed and cleared, the area could be used for much needed homes.

On Parson Cross, I would suggest that famillies presently living in the 'Malthouses' could be transfered into these new homes, whilst the outside structure of their homes are being upgraded and then transferring back.

I lived at shiregreen in 66 onwards and remember quite a few characters from the cross area as we spent most of our time there.
there was a man who everybody ran away from called arnie
he was probably very sweet but because he was a bit different
the kids were scared of him. poor arnie.

Also well known large families -kerrigans, staniland's, crookes ,sutherlands, wilsons, were around at that time.

We also went to colley youth club-69 to 70 ish.
And we had a lot of friends who went to colley school.
- graham daggert, mick peacock,malc young, john brice- i think.
and someone nicknamed hoof.
anyone know these.

Also one of my relatives lived near tavern i think, he was called Alf and only had one leg.



my mums maiden name was janet crookes, she grew up on masters road but left when she got married, and my aunt jean lived on there until a short while ago in no 7. the stanilands lived on masters cresent, i knew them. the kerrigans lived next door to my aunt in no 9, i sometimes see rosie in firth park, also raymond works in summerfield supermarket. i think i remember arnie, was he a large man that often wore an overcoat?

My nana lived in Parson Cross, until her death in 1984. I remember she moved into a block of flats on Knutton Rise. I know she was burgled a couple of times. My family are from Sheffield, and I have relatives that still live in and around Sheffield, a couple of relatives live in Parson cross area. I visited Parson Cross last weekend, to see if I could find the flats,as I had not been back since her death, only to find that they had obviously been demolished! Can anyone tell me when this happened and why? The flats were not old, built in middle 70's, I think.

My nana lived in Parson Cross, until her death in 1984. I remember she moved into a block of flats on Knutton Rise. I know she was burgled a couple of times. My family are from Sheffield, and I have relatives that still live in and around Sheffield, a couple of relatives live in Parson cross area. I visited Parson Cross last weekend, to see if I could find the flats,as I had not been back since her death, only to find that they had obviously been demolished! Can anyone tell me when this happened and why? The flats were not old, built in middle 70's, I think.

This serves to illustrate my point in my last post: Flats thought to have been built in 1970.(At the very latest 1945) have now been demolished. Why are the homes built elsewhere, and much older, still standing and used every day by the vast marjority of people? Why haven't they been demolished?

My nana lived in Parson Cross, until her death in 1984. I remember she moved into a block of flats on Knutton Rise. I know she was burgled a couple of times. My family are from Sheffield, and I have relatives that still live in and around Sheffield, a couple of relatives live in Parson cross area. I visited Parson Cross last weekend, to see if I could find the flats,as I had not been back since her death, only to find that they had obviously been demolished! Can anyone tell me when this happened and why? The flats were not old, built in middle 70's, I think.

I remember my surprise at seeing those flats for the first time in the late seventies, squeezed onto a tiny field that I used for a short cut when I was a kid, next to the Beagle pub.

And my surprise was repeated when I happened to drive past again in about 2004 and the flats were gone. I just assumed that, because they didn't last 30 years, that there must have been some structural problem with them but I don't know for sure.

As for people who burgle houses, call me old fashioned, but I would have them severely lashed in public until they bled.

This is all interesting stuff, actually quite inspirational.
I work at Chaucer School and think I might run some kind of project with the kids to look at the history of the area and some of the old photos. I think they will be fascinated by some of the photos.
Somewhere in the thread a local history group was mentioned- anyone got any contact details?

This is all interesting stuff, actually quite inspirational.

I work at Chaucer School and think I might run some kind of project with the kids to look at the history of the area and some of the old photos. I think they will be fascinated by some of the photos.

Somewhere in the thread a local history group was mentioned - anyone got any contact details?

I think the History Group was based at Monteney School. The contact was Tina and their email address was parsoncrossheritagesociety@yahoo.co.uk
but I have not had any contact with them for quite a while.

Yes - 70 years ago the kids at Chaucer would be sitting in the middle of farmland belonging to Doe Royd Farm.

Doe Royd Farm (http://www.picturesheffield.com/jpgh/s06323.jpg)

The issue of spending money maintaining local shops will always be a contentious one.
On the one hand we like to see the shops, we view them as a key part of the community, and it’s nice to walk down and get a bag of chips occasionally. In addition there is the nostalgia value. These were lovely shops when I was growing up in the 60s, they should be lovely shops now.
On the other, shopping in large supermarkets is easy and convenient; there are plenty of places to park, and for those families where both partners work there is the “time” factor.
I don’t suppose there is a single answer to this dilemma. In time these shops will either survive or they won’t and I guess it’s down to us (Forum contributors and our friends and relatives) to decide whether or not to support them.
This weekend, I’m going down to Margo to do my shopping. Why not join me?

Thanks for the photo of Doe Royd Farm, the kids will love that one.
I've emailed parson cross heritage society, hopefully I'll get a response

Talking of shopping local(ish) . . .

I've just been to ASDA at Chapeltown for the first time in donkey's years.

Couldn't believe the 3 quid price tag on a pair of working jeans - mind you, a belt to hold them up was a fiver.


I had bronze jeans and a snake belt when I was kid - god I must have looked pretty swarve in them days.
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I had bronze jeans and a snake belt when I was kid


When I went to Grammar, my mum made me wear a snake belt in the school colours. How embarrassing was that?

We used to do toast and chestnuts on our Parson Cross coal fire.

Just ain't the same thesedays - seems to take ages on the damn radiator.

I am enquiring for my Grandparents who lived in Parsons Cross in the 30's,40,s and 50,s. Does anyone remember the Gill family from Dearlands or the Thompson family from Wordsworth. I would be grateful of any information.

Police have named the woman who died following a Deerlands Avenue RTC (Road Traffic Collision) on Sunday 19 November 2006 in which a driver failed to stop.

She is Barbara Thompson, aged 54, from Deerlands Close, Parson Cross.

Ms Thompson was returning from a night out at around 2.20am when she was in collision with what is believed to have been a silver saloon car, travelling along Deerlands Avenue towards Shiregreen. The vehicle failed to stop at the scene.

Ms Thompson, who had just got out of a black taxi cab when the collision happened, was taken to the Northern General Hospital where she died a short time later.

R.I.P.

I went to Chaucer school , i left in 1993 . I went to Parson Cross 4 para cadets thet was bottom of the PX park near a small shop that backed on the brooke.

We use to do cross country from Chaucer school on the brooke and in the park ,Nothing like volting over burnt out bikes smashed TV's & nappys. No idea if that happens now ?

My mum Lives on Adlington road , uptop where the Taxi/Bus only ( well suppose to be ) road is. We watched the back of her house one of the houses get knocked down. the council came like a week later and fitted through all new locks/bolts due to fear of security with scrappers ect...

Police have named the woman who died following a Deerlands Avenue RTC (Road Traffic Collision)...
She is Barbara Thompson, aged 54, from Deerlands Close, Parson Cross.
R.I.P.
I knew a Barbara Thompson who grew up at the top end of Buchanan (PX Park end), on the road between Buchanan and Launce.
About the right age too
Hope it's not the same girl, but bless her anyway.

[QUOTE=Eric_Collins] I went to Parson Cross 4 para cadets thet was bottom of the PX park near a small shop that backed on the brooke.
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In my day it was the Royal Signals Cadets. A gang of us went there regularly for a year or so. It was brilliant.
One year we went on Summer Camp to Warcop, which I think is up in Northumberland near Route 66. I have really fond memories of trudging through the "Ulu" (Army word for forest or jungle) with an SLR and a big pack on my back. Also went for a ride in real tank. And fell in love with one of the catering girls (Doreen? Aileen? Eileen?). Gosh the hormones weren't half raging that summer.

Eric, I don't think the cadet hut is still there. My dad went there in about 79-81 , he said it was a real laugh although the locals were a bit of a pain. There was a bunch of them and just about all of them ended up as 'regulars' so as a recruiting tool it was pretty effective. As a cadet he ended up getting all 4 Star awards and reached the rank of corporal (would have been higher but he kept getting busted for fooling about).

Yes the Army Cadet hut has long since gone.

It was run in the mid sixties by a Sergeant Wragg, with help from the likes of Tommy Irwin and Alan Fletcher who both lived just along the road in those 'steel houses' and a lad called Fozz - Corporal Peter Fothergill.

It kept a lot of kids out of trouble for a lot of years.

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The Huntsman Pub - Demolished 2006. (http://www.picturesheffield.com/jpgh/s21569.jpg)
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My nan lived on doe royd cres from the houses being built.Her name was elsie ward she worked at batchelors. My dad alan went to meynell school.I remember the gallagers cig factory on halifax road now lidl.

My nan lived on doe royd cres from the houses being built. Her name was elsie ward, she worked at batchelors. My dad alan went to meynell school. I remember the gallagers cig factory on halifax road now lidl.

I had the good fortune to chat with a dear old lady a few years ago who, as a young girl, lived at Doe Royd Farm before it was compulsory purchased by Sheffield Corporation in 1937, to make way for the houses that stand on Doe Royd today.

The new tennants, including your nan, must have thought that they had arrived in heaven. Many had come from terrible housing. Some had never seen inside toilets, proper bathrooms, hot running water or the gas that they now enjoyed. Previously their old tin baths had to be filled with water heated over an open fire and shared in turn by the whole family in a cramped living room.

For a while the Doe Royd folk must have lived in bliss in the middle of open countryside, with nothing but fields all the way down to Ecclesfield and all the way down to the railway line at Wadsley Bridge, apart from a quarry where Somerfield and Halfords now stand on Kilner Way. That quarry turned out house bricks by the million and was still operating in 1966, although it must have closed soon afterwards.

They even had their own 'Supertram' of the day, right on their doorstep. The tram terminus was right outside where Gallaghers cigarette factory was later to be built. It just managed to get under the Wadsley Bridge, which was narrow and built of stone in those days.

My nan had some great stories to tell.She lived on bramall lane before moving on to doe royd and said the houses were luxury compared to the back to back house she was used too.

Eric, I don't think the cadet hut is still there. My dad went there in about 79-81 , he said it was a real laugh although the locals were a bit of a pain. There was a bunch of them and just about all of them ended up as 'regulars' so as a recruiting tool it was pretty effective. As a cadet he ended up getting all 4 Star awards and reached the rank of corporal (would have been higher but he kept getting busted for fooling about).

yeh i went past it today and it's gone. Fooking brill days there, going away for the weekends for £5 and £50 for 2 week on anual camp :hihi:

recon it's what more kids need , fooking brillient time of yer life.

I can remember the Fag Factory, Also all the bike tracks around. Remember one near 40ft pub ?

Anyone also remember the VULCAN bomber that flew super low around PX mainly around Chaucer school around the early 90's ( no later than 93). That beast was stunning.

Stuff i can also remember, a few names here.

Hillards, E,sucks Butchers ( that name always makes me smile) , SWD depot behind PX shopping area, Longley Park Rangers FC , The Cat woman of Life of Grime ( me brother lives 4 doors way from where she lives ), robbing scrap from Tip on parkwood, Best of teh Best Winning the SUFC Vs' SWFC ticket from Mr Crowe @ Chaucer school 1992 :hihi:

Many teenage Parson Crossians (as they were never known) of the late sixties and early seventies frequented the nearby Shiregreen Hotel. For many, it was the only place to be and in its heyday it had bands playing live on most nights. It was so popular, sometimes people arrived and had wait for people to exit before they could get in. Several couples from the Cross met there and got married.

It was never the same after they extended the opening hours in the mid seventies. Neighbours rightly complained about all the late night noise.

Just for the record, in November 2006 the Shiregreen Hotel was demolished.

hum maybe too young for you hehe .. i went to shercliff ?? school cant rember the spelling of it ,, im 20 i grew up on adkins rd

hum maybe too young for you hehe .. i went to shercliff ?? school cant rember the spelling of it ,, im 20 i grew up on adkins rd

Maybe . . . and it's Shirecliffe lmao.

I remember the College there too - it's housing now.

Do you remember when the pub opposite the college (Timber Top I think it was called) first opened? (early seventies). It was a real state of the art construction, with psuedo wooden beams and a kind of alpine feel to it. People came from all over Sheffield to drink there on Fridays and Saturdays.
I'm kinda guessing that that's no longer the case

Throwin’ arrows

I don’t recall anyone ever getting hit by an arrow – the mind boggles at the mere thought – but those long school holiday days of 1968 were a memorable time of experiment and enlightenment.


Amazing instrument the throwing arrow. About 1959 we armed ourselves with these lethal canes and headed for a field off Creswick Lane opposite the catholic school. It was all fun and games as we launched the deadly barbs
so high they almost disappeared from sight. The important thing was to keep your eye on them - unblinking - or you might never see the arrows again.........unless of course one came crashing back to earth and slammed right into the back of a cow!!!! Man what a spectacle. Our own private rodeo. No cowboys here...just kids running every which way and a bucking heiffer looking to get even. A Barcelona bullfight in our own back yard. What a sight. Never did hear the fallout from that one. As always the kids disappeared without a trace and no one knew anything about anything. "We happy few. We band of brothers."

Has the garage at the side of the Shiregreen Hotel been demolished yet? It was a real eyesore.

" headed for a field off Creswick Lane opposite the catholic school. "
We used to call that "Little-Woods"
We often had a tarzan swing set up there, usually put in place by one of the Sheldons, and used to go there for a crafty fag. During the long hot summer holidays (remember them?) it would sometimes be a busy meeting place. You could have up to 15 kids there at any time, and not an adult in sight.
Aaaah - Glory days!

That's right, "Little-Woods". What a sharp memory you have Bushbaby.
Still, you're a couple of years younger than me. In one post you talked about
Adrian Allen being related to Tony Kay. True indeed, I remember playing football on the Allen's back lawn (our garden backed up to theirs) with Adrian's brothers Nigel, Richard and Tony Kay. Burst our bubble when he was banned. There was another player too but I can't remembr his name - not important, we ran rings round 'em anyway! Any idea where the Allens are?

I remember those rope swings. Every now and again someone ended up with a
plaster cast on their wrist. From time to time you'd wander down there and the rope would have been cut near the top. Broke our hearts until someone rigged another one. So it was the Sheldons was it? Remember the name - not the faces. They grew corn in the field next to the hill where the swing was....we would flatten little paths through the cornfield - like a rabbit warren - and creep around on all fours. The farmer was furious. I remember one day hearing the farmer trundling along on a big machine. We didn't dare bob up to look but the sound got louder and louder until we could stand it no more. Up we all popped and scarpered like hell. Only later did we find out he was driving a combine harvester. I can only image what we would have looked like shooting out the back end of that thing !!!!

Still, you're a couple of years younger than me. In one post you talked about Adrian Allen being related to Tony Kay.
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I'm the same age as Richard who hasn't been well I'm afraid, for a long time now. I met him and his parents four or five years ago, living in a lovely big house just on the other side of the M1
Adrian and Nigel are both doing well in dad's businesses, or at least they were last I heard.

Very sorry to hear that news. We had some good times as kids. Last saw Richard some twenty years ago. Nigel and Adrian were not at home. Thanks for the info... wouldn't want to go into further detail on the forum!
All the best from Key West.

Do you remember when the pub opposite the college (Timber Top I think it was called) first opened? (early seventies). It was a real state of the art construction, with psuedo wooden beams and a kind of alpine feel to it. People came from all over Sheffield to drink there on Fridays and Saturdays.

I'm kinda guessing that that's no longer the case


You're guessing is correct. Now it's just a real state.

So much for the tens of thousands of pounds spent on improving car parking facilities at Margetson Shops...

...for most of the time its full of staff cars.

Has the garage at the side of the Shiregreen Hotel been demolished yet? It was a real eyesore.

Yes it has and so has the Shiregreen Hotel

Yes it has and so has the Shiregreen Hotel

Great memories.

I was born on the Cross - 184 Wordsworth Avenue - on 12 July 1953. This was down the 'Ritz' end straight opposite the shops. We lived with my grandad (Frank Heeley). Although mum, dad, me and my sister moved off the Cross when I was 8, to Parkwood Springs, I used to go back everyday to my grandad's as I still went to Meynell Road school and then onto Chaucer, so I used to go to my grandad's for breakfast/dinner and tea every day and a bath on Fridays as where we lived on the Springs we didn't have a bathroom just outside lavi and cold water!

Some of the people I remember from the Cross are: Nellie Pacey, her daughter Sheila and son Ken (he married my auntie).

The Hunt family - I remember Marilyn (who was at the time my best friend), her sisters Mary, Andrea and Elaine (also known as Lulu) and I remember she had a brother I think called Ronald and one called Christopher - there were some others I believe but I cannot remember their names.

I also remember Anne Skelton, Paul Smedley, Linda Grayson, Anne and Terry Middleton.

I remember that we used to play on the shops - there was a smooth bit past the co-op and we used to play on there. Although of course people used to complain about us congregating. I remember there used to be some guys come on motorbikes but cannot remember their names. We often used to chalk up hop scotch and play with whips and tops. Oh and those hula hoops - do you remember them?

The shops I remember are the co-op, the post office (where you used to be able to go and buy a bag of broken biscuits for a penny) - think the name of the lady who ran the shop was called Mrs Flint. There was the chippy (Sheldon's) I think. A butcher's shop, a betting office (I remember this because my grandad used it!), a greengrocers, a dry cleaners - can't remember what else there was!

Saturday afternoon - matinee at the Ritz - The Lone Ranger and the Yo-Yo competitions!

I remember during the summer holidays my mum never seeing me and my sister as we used to go up the back garden and then onto the field and play there all day long - I remember there being a stream at the Southey Green Road end (think there are flats built there now) and a horse trough.

I remember the days of the trips with Southey Green Club and the 'bun fights' at the Victoria inCleethorpes.

My cousin used to live on Southey Hill (Pauline Heeley).

I remember Southey Green Road and the Library at the top and Magnet pub.

When I was about 5/6 a friend (think her name was Anne but wouldn't swear to it) decided to put her skipping rope around the handlebars of my tricycle and pull me down the hill - unfortunately, I don't know know what happened all I remember is waking up and being carried home and then ending up in Northern General Hospital with a cut nose - I still have the scar to this day!

At the bottom of Wordsworth near to the Ritz there used to be an Orchard where we used to go scrumping apples (think there are flats on that land now).

If anyone knows of or recognises the name of any of the people I have mentioned would love to know what has happened to them.

It has been noted that the Cross was in two halves and I believe it was (the old and the new). There were reports of "gang" fights, but I can honestly say that I never came across any - it always seemed to be rumour.

On one of the threads there was mention of a chap called Don who used to ride an invalid carriage. I remember him well how he used to scoot around everywhere in it.

Does anyone remember the little old lady that used to walk down Wordsworth Avenue with her wicker basket on wheels? She was really bent over. A lot of kids used to make fun of her and call her a witch (not very nice really) but iif I remember rightly she did seem quite frightening at the time. Although I'm sure she would have been someone's really nice granny!

Our house was three bedrooms with bathroom and the toilet was in the porch opposite the back door, the middle door led to the coalhouse. We had a 2-ring gas ring and the rest of the cooking was done in the range oven. Lovely yorkshire puddings!!

I remember my mum having a washing machine outside that she used to light with gas to do the weekly wash (on a Monday, of course!). There was also a tub and posher and I always remember helping put the wet washing through the wringer to take out the excess water. Can you imagine doing that these days!

There wasn't any fridges so everything went into the pantry on the 'cold' shelf and I remember my mum having her shopping delivered each week from the co-op - and they think that having shopping delivered to the door is something new! We kids used to love this day rummaging through the box to see what 'goodies' mum had ordered for that week and what surprises there were!

I was christened at Mount Tabor Church and used to go to the Sunday School there.

It has brought back such memories reading through all the threads - I have always have very fond memories of the Cross. Maybe its because I still remember it as a child when there was hardly any traffic and you could play out safely until all hours and just wander off wherever you wanted.

Nice memories, and welcome to the thread...

Yo-Yo competitions. Gosh, I'd forgotten about those. One of my elder brothers was a bit of a whizz kid with a yo-yo. He could "Walk the Dog" and "Fly round the World".

My favorite serial (Flash Gordon type end to the Saturday session at the Ritz) was "Captain Video". Bit of an FG rip-off, but fun none the less.
I remember buying a penny cane at the shops you mentioned, on the way home from the matinee. Then I and my friends each tied up our duffelcoat by the top button, and threw it back to resemble a cape. From then on we were "Zorro", or whichever swashbuckler had been shown that day, and set off in search of dusky maidens to rescue.
The homeward journeys were some of the best times I ever had.

smileyjiver......I used to work with Pat Smedley for about 2 years, and i used to play football on Colley school, with bert, cosh, dembey, turd basher, barney rubble and the worths, but to name a few.....did you play

I was waffer needless to say...some times shamph.

What ever happened to Ian Worth ? - brother of Maurice, George, Neil, Brian and Julie, formerly of Wordsworth Avenue between the Wordsworth Tavern and the Colley Club.

He was a great Cross Country runner at Yew Lane School (later Yewlands) and would be about age 52 today.

We never had alot when i was little but growing up in parson cross but it was the best community you could have wished for everyone looked out for each other there. Realy happy memories.:)

We never had alot when i was little but growing up in parson cross but it was the best community you could have wished for everyone looked out for each other there. Realy happy memories.:)

...and then along came drugs and parents with problems.

...and then along came drugs and parents with problems.


Can this be traced back to Thatcher and her cut back on social services?.
It would seem a lot of people are not capable of taking care of themselves in a sensible manner

What ever happened to Ian Worth ? - brother of Maurice, George, Neil, Brian and Julie, formerly of Wordsworth Avenue between the Wordsworth Tavern and the Colley Club.
He was a great Cross Country runner at Yew Lane School (later Yewlands) and would be about age 52 today.

Ian (or Harry as he was often known) married Lynne Bower in 1975. They are still happily together and live on the part of Buchanan that is slowly disappearing, up towards the Longley end.
I saw them just before Christmas and both look very well, though Harry gets a bit of backache occasionally (don't we all?)
He played football up until a few years ago but I don't think he does any cross country

i used to play football on Colley school, with bert, cosh, dembey,

John Denby was a cracking player wasn't he? If only he'd been a bit bigger he could made something of himself

Yes i played against john a few years ago in a semi-final, we lost 1-0 and john kicked the ball off the line from me in the last minute......AND he didnt get the beer in.

Can this be traced back to Thatcher and her cut back on social services?.


Most probably, then again, the alternative could have been Arthur Scargill.

Ian (or Harry as he was often known) married Lynne Bower in 1975. They are still happily together and live on the part of Buchanan that is slowly disappearing, up towards the Longley end.
I saw them just before Christmas and both look very well, though Harry gets a bit of backache occasionally (don't we all?)
He played football up until a few years ago but I don't think he does any cross country

OK Thanks for that. Glad to hear he's still keeping well.

At the junction of Adlington and Deerlands was a large cornfield which we often played in during the summer, when it was dry, and the corn grew past your head (except for Peapod, he could still see over it)

When it was harvested, a huge pile of straw was left behind, and that’s when the fun really started.
We would pile the straw up against the side of the powerhouse, and start leaping off into mid-air and falling onto a giant cushion of straw. There would be Superman flying leaps, forward somersaults, backward somersaults, and a whole myriad of airborne poses. Gymnastic prowess suddenly became the norm. Kids from all corners of the cross would magically appear and queue patiently to have their turn, shouting “Geronimo” at the optimum moment. Territorial issues were left to one side as we all made full use of this “Once a year” phenomenon. Even some Foxhill kids were allowed on. (Only a few though, and then only if they brought girls or fags with them!)

As it got darker, big kids would come and set fire to it, then Bill Moyer would leap into a pile of burning straw, pausing only to sniff back his hay fever before having another go. He would still be risking 30% burns when the fire engine came down Buchanan and we all scarpered back to our own niches, eyes watering and breath coming in heavy gulps.

I don’t see many cornfields today. It’s all Rape Seed. Can’t leap from 12 foot up onto that during harvest time, can yer?

I lived at 77 Holgate Crescent from either 1945 or 46 and attended Colley School when it first opened. (1950-4 in the 'A' stream. (Terry Smith))
I've vidid memorys of the above Corn Field and another one that was across from Linsey Crescent? Behind the Linsey Ave shops, or below where the youth club was held in the buildings used as a Nursery.

What I never knew was: Where did the farmer who brought the Combined Harvester to cut the Cornfield come from?

Joining Holgate Road (Where the Steel houses are or were?) an 'eight foot or Gennal ran across a embankment, over a stream to Deerlands Avenue.
One year after a torrential down pour of rain, This drain pipe which ran under the gennal could not take all the water that was flowing down and the path and part of the enbankment was washed away or into the small fishing pond which was at the lower side of the enbankment.
Can anyone recollect the pond that was in the grounds of Colley School its draining stream ran down under Wordworth Avenue, Rokerby Road then behind Tudor ???? (Where P.C. Mitchell lived) Under Colley Road and Holgate Road joining the previously mentioned stream just before the embankment. During the school holidays at the junction of the streams we would make a dam and use it as a swimming pool. A lot of local youngster must have began to learn to swim there.
A life long friend who lived on Colley Road (Sleney) first met me there and thought that I was a great swimmer. He did not realise then or for several years after that I'd got one foot on the bottom, whilst my other leg and arms performed like a Capt Webb swimmimg the English Channel!!
We had got nothing when we were young, but we were very, very happy.

What I never knew was: Where did the farmer who brought the Combined Harvester to cut the Cornfield come from?



I'm sure it was Foxhill.

I'm sure it was Foxhill.

Marsden the Butcher used to have a farm at Foxhill but it was all pasture with no wheat or other grains.
All he had there was one tractor
Looking at the map I think it was on Edge Lane.

Marsden the Butcher used to have a farm at Foxhill but it was all pasture with no wheat or other grains.
All he had there was one tractor
Looking at the map I think it was on Edge Lane.

I've no doubt that is was a Combined Harvester that came to cut the field and whilst I may be wrong, I think that the driver had connections, Worked for or was a friend with someone at the Sheffield Council Repair's Department that was situated at the Southy Green terminus just off Galsworthy Road.

There was Mr Hall Geography in room 15 on the top floor. There was also Pete Evans in room 13. his wife was a teacher at Chap Comp. There was also a music teacher, Miss Shackelton I think but she got married and I can't think of her Married Name.

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There was Mr Hall Geography in room 15 on the top floor. There was also Pete Evans in room 13. his wife was a teacher at Chap Comp. There was also a music teacher, Miss Shackelton I think but she got married and I can't think of her Married Name.

Hi i remember the teacherz there did mr jenkinz go on to do comintating for football :huh:

people reading this thread might be intereseted in this....

it's my website dedicated to PARSON ROSS:

http://www.freewebs.com/parsoncross/

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Never lived in Parsons Cross but what an estate! Do you all realise that the estate has had 23,117 views and 410 replies? Statistically, this implies that 23,117 former residents own PCs and 410 of them are still interested in the estate to reply! It beats the tunnels under Sheffield by a few thousand! Good on yer, Parsons Cross! However, schools and education beat it by almost 100 per cent! Pity most of those former schoolkids never learned how to write English!

You can not blame the former pupils for not learning how to write English.
In my formative years from the age of 8 to 11. I attended Three different schools and was not taught to link words up until I was 12 years old. I sat my Eleven Plus unable to write only print the answers.
At 14 years I left school. It was from then on my education really started.

You can not blame the pupil if the instructor is not able to do the job.

I Have Lived On The Cross Since 1950 Had To Go To Grenoside School ,mr Roper Was The Class Teacher,mr Parrot Headmaster He Lived On The Wheel,went On To Junior School In Ecclesfield,from There To Colley,we Used To Have A Gala Day At Grenoside In The Park.i Can Remember A Boy Called Patrick Dooley Being Hit By The Seat Of A Swing,we All Thought He Was Playing The Fool But To Our Horror He Was Dead,he Lived On Margetson Drive,then About 1955 Or 1956.when I Was A Pupil At Colley In January It Was Snowing The Ground Was Already Covered In Snow We Were In Gang Of About 7,when We Decided Tho Have A Swing On The Big Gates Thet Lead Dowm To The Back Of The Gym 3of Us Were On The Gate And John Was Stood Up Against The Brick Pillow That Supported The Gate.allof A Udden The Wall Started To Move We All Ran Petrified We Broken The Wall,we Went Back When We Realised John Was Not With Us,he Was Under The Wall As Young As We Were We Knew He Was Dead.,we Went Down To The Gym Evening Class In Progress,the P,e Teacher Mr Wright Sat Us Down Sent For Ambulance And Police,gave Us A Drink Of Some Foul Blue Liquid And Then Sent Us Home To Walk.no Lifts,how Times Have Changed No Counselling Nothing We Just Had To Get On With Life Went To School Next Day,i,am Glad Things Are More Sympathetic Now To People Who Witness Sad Events

I Have Lived On The Cross Since 1950 Had To Go To Grenoside School ,mr Roper Was The Class Teacher,mr Parrot Headmaster He Lived On The Wheel,went On To Junior School In Ecclesfield,from There To Colley,we Used To Have A Gala Day At Grenoside In The Park.i Can Remember A Boy Called Patrick Dooley Being Hit By The Seat Of A Swing,we All Thought He Was Playing The Fool But To Our Horror He Was Dead,he Lived On Margetson Drive,then About 1955 Or 1956.when I Was A Pupil At Colley In January It Was Snowing The Ground Was Already Covered In Snow We Were In Gang Of About 7,when We Decided Tho Have A Swing On The Big Gates Thet Lead Dowm To The Back Of The Gym 3of Us Were On The Gate And John Was Stood Up Against The Brick Pillow That Supported The Gate.allof A Udden The Wall Started To Move We All Ran Petrified We Broken The Wall,we Went Back When We Realised John Was Not With Us,he Was Under The Wall As Young As We Were We Knew He Was Dead.,we Went Down To The Gym Evening Class In Progress,the P,e Teacher Mr Wright Sat Us Down Sent For Ambulance And Police,gave Us A Drink Of Some Foul Blue Liquid And Then Sent Us Home To Walk.no Lifts,how Times Have Changed No Counselling Nothing We Just Had To Get On With Life Went To School Next Day,i,am Glad Things Are More Sympathetic Now To People Who Witness Sad Events

thanks for story polyann

although i grew up in the seventies, i can remember similar events like this and how it was dealt with so differently back then

I,we Used To Have A Gala Day At Grenoside In The Park.
Pollyann, this is from an earlier post I did about those gala days, though mine were in the 60s

I was recently reminded of an annual event which had long since faded to the dark recesses of my mind.
From the ages of about 8 to 10, I was a member of our school’s (Tommy More’s) country dancing team.
In the early spring we would start rehearsing. We would traipse into the school hall every Tuesday morning, the girls a little more eagerly than the boys, and line up so that “Miss” could size us off, a bit like they do in the army. We would form into two rows, the girls in front, the boys standing gingerly behind. Whichever girl stood directly in front of you, was your partner, at least for that session. This was a traumatic moment. If it was the right girl you were walking on clouds for the next few hours, smiling like a goon. The wrong girl and – Oh dear, you were the subject of your mates’ mickey taking for the rest of that day and beyond.
For the initial sessions, the school’s music teacher played the piano as accompaniment, clanking away an a slightly out of tune Kemble, but closer to the day the school would get copies of the tunes on vinyl, and we danced along as these were played through the tinny horned speaker, “Nipper” conspicuous by his absence.
I can’t remember the titles of actual dances but they all had very rustic names like “Tumbledown Jig” and “Gypsy Promenade”, and consisted of moves like “Dip-Dive”, “Figure 8” and “Up and Double-Back”, terms which even now send a shudder down my spine. “Gay Gordon” of course didn’t have the connotations then that it does now, or we’d have never gotten through it.
These rehearsals would continue over a few weeks, and eventually we would get the hang of the moves, manage to stifle the ever present giggles, and eventually present some semblance of organised dance. One or two show offs (ahem!) would even try adding stylish swirls of their own, but these were quickly stamped on by “Miss”, not a great believer in individuality.
Then, one fine spring Saturday, we would head up to Greno, joined by teams from all the other “Ecclesfield and District” schools, Mansell, Monteney, Ecco, and all the kids with big foreheads from Lound. We would be dressed in white shirts, red ties, grey trousers (short, of course!) and white pumps. The girls wore white frocks and had red ribbons in their hair. The Village Green, behind the old chapel, was laid out so that the various troupes could line up in formation, with ropes dividing one section from the next. This was necessary as the “Morris Dancers” were also present, doing their usual stick-bashing and bottle-top waggling, and one school had a gymnastic display – riveting!
Having rehearsed to records, it always came as a big shock to find that the music on the day was being played live by a live brass band, and so the tempos were a bit different from those in our heads. We soon however got used to this, and at the opening “DA-DAAH!” from the band, we would bow to our partners and skip off to our proscribed routines, with “Miss’s” barked orders (“Up and Double Back!”, “Skip down the Aisle!” “Step and Hop, Step and HOP!!!”) Frittering through our tiny minds at a deadly pace.
I seem to remember the actual performance as being very enjoyable, heaving a collective sigh of relief when it was over. The applause from the locals was always jolly and enthusiastic, and we all bowed energetically, milking it for all we were worth. Some parents would be there (my own Mom usually showed up) but most kids were orphans for the day.
After performing, we were each given a voucher for a free Ice-Cream from the local Monfredi’s van, the mainstay of any summer outdoor event, and if we added an extra penny we got a “99”, covered in lovely gooey raspberry syrup. And of course, it didn’t matter if some spilt on your shirt, ‘cause the ordeal was now over.

I know it seems a bit "Heartbeat", but I can’t help think that in this current climate of knives and shootings, a short spell of “Country Dancing “would help smooth things over.

AAahh, them were the days…….

Was this, ' P,e Teacher Mr Wright Sat Us Down Sent For Ambulance ' the one who usually came to school on a motorise bicycle?

yes that was him if i remember he had blonde hair it was wavy.he used to give us talks about places we were going on school trips.i think we once went to Edingbrough can you believe going all that way on the train just for the day?

John Lambert was the name of the kid killed at Colley School, would have been a great footballer. Lived on Wheata Drive. I was in the same class as his sister Wendy.

yes that was him if i remember he had blonde hair it was wavy.he used to give us talks about places we were going on school trips.i think we once went to Edingbrough can you believe going all that way on the train just for the day?

My attendance at Colley Sec Modern School started in January 1950 or 51 after being transferred after Four months attending Burgoine School, Walkley.
My teacher in my first year was Mr Ken Thompson. Mr H Birch was the Head he was later joined by Alf Shaw with Mrs Bucannon as his deputies later. (After the Easter Holidays probably).
I was in the first 'A' Stream class that went all the way through the School.
Because my English Writing, Reading & Spelling was semi-illiterate Mrs Bucannon was always treatening to transfer me to the 'C or D' Stream but because my exam results in Maths, Technical Drawing and Science always, through out my school days, gave me a distinction pass rate of over 75%,
I always left Harry Birch in a tis-wass when deciding what to do. Usually I got Four Strokes of the cane for not trying harder!!! (That is true)
What was never realised, was that I was very hard of hearing, so listening to reading ryme and drama etc,. I' wasn't the least bit interested, simply because I could not hear it. I've often thought this was taken as my display of arrogance? My last Exam results from Colley were. Maths 97.5%. Tech Drawing 85%. Science 80%. Engilsh 25%. Spelling 15%.
As I've grown old I often wondered what the oppinion of anyone in the teaching proffession would be to this situation. I've also frequently wondered what people who be-little others because of their reading and writing abilities ever ask themselves, 'Why can't people read and write better'.

Years ago my son got a clip around the ear from his teacher for "gazing out of the window"He was quite upset because,he told me "Honest Mum"I was only thinking what to write down on my paper"

My attendance at Colley Sec Modern School started in January 1950 or 51.

Mr H Birch was the Head.

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I've frequently wondered what people who be-little others because of their reading and writing abilities ever ask themselves, 'Why can't people read and write better'.

I often ask that - although I would never be-little them.

I am astonished at the high number of illiterate kids said to be leaving school in this day and age.

I never came across any of my former school friends who could not read or write.

Where are the Parents in all this?

Don't they read to them anymore - or is the Cartoon Channel on TV the new child minder?

I see it as my duty as a parent to get all of my children up to a decent reading standard before they reach Primary School - some kids at that age have never actually held a reading book - thats a big shame.