I've just obtained a book by BRYAN WOODRIFF..called SHIREGREEN,WINCOBANK & SHEFFIELD MEMORIES.."It's great" its all in old photographs and reminiscences by lots of Sheffielders..it even mentions me in it (just once)...but ther's a picture of our old house and lots of pictures of the whole Area from the Wicker to Sheffield Lane Top..Bellhouse road top to bottom both ways...Old Firth Park..Winkobank Castle..Keppels Collum and lots of the places and people I used to know so well.. and I understand ther's a second book out so I've ordered that one as well...

Sounds like my cup of tea :D

How much does it cost and where can I get it?

Those areas have such rich histories, it's been a delight to research them!

Yes Abdul i,ts just the Job for research You can get this book from BLACKWELLS ONLINE BOOKSHOP www.blackwell.co.uk ...ITEM isbn 0750930381 and it costs £12.99 inc postage.

Yes, a great book, i've also got it, come on Tim, tell us which page your piccy is on!

Alright then ...on page 9 line 13 my name Kenneth is quoted along with my mother Eva, sister Sheila,and younger brother Eric,
and a picture of our house in Shiregreen lane No 269 on page 94...if anyone wants a copy of this book I have a spare one due to a cock up with the Book company.

Thanks for reply Ken, the book you have is actually the second one published, I have the one entitled just Shiregreen Wincobank @ Ecclesfield. My mate in Sheffield, Ian Bilson has your copy, so I will have a peek on our next visit. Best regards, Malcolm Smith.

Timbuck
Thanks for that information, I live in New Zealand now and would love one of those books, I will see if I can obtain one.
Nadine

Is Longley and Pitsmoor in that book by any chance Timbuck.

Sounds marvellous. Is it published by The Star newspaper, like the Images of Sheffield books? Your reference to Keppel's Column, near Scholes Coppice brought back memories of "Egging" as a schoolboy in the early seventies. I would never condone behaviour like this now, but we desperately wanted to get at the Kestrel's nest at the top of the column. We never did, which is just as well. Wincobank Castle? Was this situated at the top of Standon Road, Wincobank before the building of the estate consisting of an extension of the road, plus the Crescent and Drive? Or was it somewhere up Newman Road?

Originally posted by Cycleracer
Is Longley and Pitsmoor in that book by any chance Timbuck. The Book takes you on a journey from Fitzalan square through the Wicker and follows the old 151 bus route to Shire green Up Rock St passed the Pitsmoor Church it shows the Pitsmoor National School in 1910 then up passed St Cuthberts on Owler Lane Corner and then Firth Park, it shows some photographs of the Brushes, Longly lane and Longly farm...The Book is published by Sutton Publishing LTD ISBN 0-7509-3038-1.
All good stuff what do think about it"Malc & Abdul" ?

nadine .
were you at wincobank junior school in early 60s.
remember the girls knitting class.
i think i know you.

Tara, Im 4 years younger than Nadine, but also went to Wincobank First School in the early 60s. Do you remember any of these lovely teachers; Mrs Hepworth, Mrs Hetherington [delightful, professional Scot, always in a kilt], the kindly Head, Mr McCauley, Miss Booker [humorous young teacher-great with kids], Miss Challoner [related to the Ingle family, of boxing fame] ? I remember these early years with great affection, although I wasn't in the knitting class you mention!

Excellent reading.

Timo, the only one i remember from your list was the head then mr mc cauley.
our class was situated in the bottom hall(which isnt there now.)
our teacher was mrs wild.
and i remember across the hall was mr flannery's class.
i remember our class doing a play of a circus in front of the whole school, and our outfits were made of crepe paper which inevitably
tore apart during performance.

i also have that book shiregreen wincobank and ecclesfield memories.

little malc-

is the first addition still available-

Tara,glad you remember McCauley; he was a lovely man, very kind to the children as I recall. I think Wild was before my time. I remember playing British Bulldog in the playground in plimsoles, the big classes that were always fun [although in retrospect they should have been smaller], and the appalling food; greasy chips, lumpy mashed potatoes, and lukewarm Semolina.Ugh.

i remember having a crush on someone called paul oglesby. who was older than me.
remember watching him play football in the boys yard.

also remember the yummy chocolate teacakes cheese biscuits and potato puffs that were on sale at break .someone came round with them in big boxes.

Tara, I think your "dream boy" was the son of Frank Oglesby, the grocer on Fife Street.

gosh i never knew.

i remember he had a brother ,cant remember his name but paul was slim and his brother was well built.

Originally posted by timo
Do you remember any of these lovely teachers; Mrs Hepworth, Mrs Hetherington [delightful, professional Scot, always in a kilt], the kindly Head, Mr McCauley, Miss Booker [humorous young teacher-great with kids], Miss Challoner [related to the Ingle family, of boxing fame] ? I remember these early years with great affection, although I wasn't in the knitting class you mention!


I can still recall my very first day at Wincobank school. I cried! Mum walked out of the classroom and I ran after her. My memory is vague when it comes to remembering the teachers, however it may improve with prompting. I can remember there was a lower and upper building. I started class in the upper building. Walking between the two buildings, there was what would be an entrance foyer with tables containing various activities. For instance one table (they were more like big trays on stilts) contained water, one sand, possibly one with sawdust.

Turning left, as you entered the foyer was my first classroom. I don't recall the teacher's name( I think it could have been Mrs Hepworth - in fact having reviewed and edited this post already, I'm almost sure it was) , but it was a female teacher. Next door (on the right) was Miss Etherington. I remember Miss Etherington well. As you say Timo, a delightful, elderly (or so it seemed at the time) Scots lady. Very polite and pleasant, she made school feel very welcoming. There was a play post office in Miss Etherington's class. There were also toy cars in there, which I always had my eye on. I think there may have been another class room at 90 degrees to Miss Etherington's room. Then there were the cloakrooms and wash basins.

There was another classroom, between the upper and lower buildings, where we were given Holy water by a male teacher, who nicknamed me 'speedy', as apparently I was slow to react to him. I recall having a sore throat that particular day. Having taken one sip of the water, my sore throat was gone the following day. I was sure it had cured me!

The hall in the upper building, I think doubled as a classroom. Looking at the blackboard, there were large windows to the left and on the left, a window at high level, overlooking the roof of the rest of the building. I learned 'left and right' in this room, by always remembering the large windows were 'left' and the smaller high window was 'right'.

I can remember Richard Hall's dad produced a marvellous race horse scene on paper, which Richard brought in to school. We were asked as a class, to bring our own 'equine' drawings into school the following day. I thought if Richard's dad can do that, then so can my dad. The next day, when asked by the teacher to produce my effort, he was presented with a selection of measly stick drawing horses!

My first few days at school confronted me with the terror of play time. I rmember clinging to the edges of this great expanse of termac, where the other kids were charging about in all directions and I was petrified of getting knocked over. I spent much of the time in those early days looking out of the iron fencing on top of the wall adjacent to the road, just wishing I was home. By the time I had moved to the lower building with the big kids, I found myself in the lower playground, full of confidence and playing games such as driving imaginary cars with Alan, whose surname eludes me.

Having aged a little, possibly to about eight years of age, I moved to the lower building. It was in this building where I learned that although there were 12 pennies in a shilling and 240 pennies to a pound, there were also 100 pennies to a pound. Decimalisation struck terror into our young hearts, but it didn't take long for me to realise that although my Potato crisps were going to cost me more, this new fangled system was easy!

Having moved to the lower building, I remember how tall the 'old' kids were compared to us. They were about ten years old! There was a large hall in the centre of the lower building with ( I think) two classrooms at either end. My class was adjacent to the top playgorund, (nearest to the canteen) and I think my teacher was Miss Booker (I think!). Whoever she was, she was an easy going lady, but for the first time ever at school she was to lay her hands on my derriere. She gave me my first smack.

I was playing some sort of educational board game (one of the other players was Andrew Glaves and he grassed me up!) and getting most of the answers right, because unknown to the others, I had played it on a previous and recent occasion. The other players got miffed at my success, so Andrew told the teacher I was cheating. Without any chance to explain, she hauled me up from my chair and gave me one smack. It didn't hurt physically, but I recall feeling very annoyed at such unjust treatment. That was the point in my young life where I began to question whether adults were always right and was honesty the best policy after all?

The canteen was above the school and I seem to recall was a single storey pre fab building, not unlike the canteens that still exist at our junior school, here in Filey. Salad day was the worst for me, because I simply went hungry. No one seemed to care; if you didn't eat what was put in front of you, then it was a case of do without.

I believe Wincobank fort was situated above the school and we did actually pay it a visit during one class.

Can anyone remember the day when there was a fire at the two gas storage tanks in Wincobank bottom and we all got kept back at school until about 6pm?

I remember when very young, being in a classroom in one of the prefabs near canteen. (at wincobank school)
there was a pretend shop with loads of tins and packets, a big water vat with measuring jugs and a sand vat too.
whether this was the original reception class in 60s before infants, i cant remember.
I remember being in the main building after, past the foye and straight across, doing my ABC from the blackboard.
neil kimpton was in my class, anyone know him.

Stevo,
Great posting, old bean. Mrs Hetherington was adorable, and actually lived on Newman Rd. She found my collection of snakes and crocodiles [toys] very amusing.
Was the Alan, my mate Alan Taylor? I remember being mates with John Holmes and Martin Hague in our favourite Scotswoman's class. Andy Glaves was good pals with Andy Hainsworth [short, with ginger hair]; they were a likeable pair. I also recall Graham Quinn being in my early class, and Mark Simmonite, Wayne Reynolds, Lesley Wilson and Debbie Budd.
You do sound as if you were a timid child, Stevo. British Bulldog wouldn't have been your scene, one suspects...

Wayne Reynolds is the only name that strikes my memory Timo. Again like yourself, I know the name, I just can't locate the face.

I was a teribbly timid child, although believe it or not, my brother David and myself were known as the best two fighters on our part of Standon Crescent!

I'm not so timid nowadys at 6'2" and 13 stone plus! Having said that I don't like violence of any kind.


:)

Pictures of your own house are now forming in my memory. I recall a semi detached (possibly detached) house of circa 1950 -60 build. The back door was down a drive or passageway on the left side of the building. Your house was situated just above or on the junction with Jedburgh Street. The houses above yoursa, going up the hill were much older. At the top of the hill an old guy owned what we always referred to as a bubble car (an Italian design) where the entrance to the car was through the front and the steering whell opened out with the door. Although I don't recall we were ever close friends, I do recall a short spell of time where I either called for you on the way to school, or walked home with you.

It may have been Alan Taylor, yes. Did he have a brother?

Stevo,
yes, the house sounds like ours. I think the kid would have been Alan Taylor, and he did have an older brother. I don't think you ever called for me, but we most probably DID walk home together. Let's face it, the info I conveyed to you privately MUST have come from you at some point. I make no claims to be psychic! You probably told me the story one afternoon, whilst we walked down Merton Lane, down Jardine Street and on to Jedburgh Street. In those days, my pal, there would be a Butchers on the corner of Fife Street and Jedburgh[with Maycock's field behind the Butchers, leading up to the banks of Hinde House]. We would have walked past old houses on Jedburgh Street [that were later demolished to make way for the new housing for the elderly], perhaps the Tandy family's German Shepherd dog would have barked at us as we made our way to the junction of Jedburgh and Standon Road. Here it would be, most probably, "See thee, Steve", as you made your way up Standon to home.

Nothing to do with Wincobank this, but when I moved to Filey as an 11 year old, I recall trying hard to make friends on my first day at school.

I said to one lad, "owdoo". He looked at me in amazed puzzlement and replied in a rather droll Filey accent, "Noothen".

We just stared at each other! He must have thought I was from Mars or something.

When I lived on Standon Crescent, my daily conversation was laced with thees, thous, thys, esscences, spice, togga (football) etc. I lost my accent at Filey, as it became obvious they didn't care much for see thee's as they call us (the inbreds! :hihi: )

Filonians still use expressions today to describe Sheffielders and other parts of Yorkshire.

'See thees' are from South Yorkshire
'Wessies' are from West Yorkshire

and Comforts can be either, because they always say "We've comfort week, old lad"
:hihi:

Me, I'm still a Wessie, which really rankles them. When I say I'm a Wessie, I generally end up having a discussion about Sheffield being in South Yorkshire and not West Yorkshire. However, the Sheffield I lived in used to be part of the West Riding of Yorkshire. I believe South Yorkshire came into being around 1974, one year after I'd departed.

Stevo,
We can thank Edward Heath for "South Yorkshire" in 74. I don't remember ever saying "Ow do" as a greeting. It was usually, "Alreet?". I used to describe things I liked/approved greatly of as "essence", and teachers were known as "tachers". "Togga" brought a smile to my face as I'd completely forgotten that one.

I was an Owdoo man myself. Alreight is said up here in North yorkshire also. One wise guy always replies (and I mean rather tiresomely ALWAYS)

"As far as a noo, til somebody tells me different"


Every time I see the guy I could slap myself, because I almost always allow an "Alright" to slip out!

:rolleyes:

Originally posted by timo
Sounds marvellous. Is it published by The Star newspaper, like the Images of Sheffield books? Your reference to Keppel's Column, near Scholes Coppice brought back memories of "Egging" as a schoolboy in the early seventies. I would never condone behaviour like this now, but we desperately wanted to get at the Kestrel's nest at the top of the column. We never did, which is just as well. Wincobank Castle? Was this situated at the top of Standon Road, Wincobank before the building of the estate consisting of an extension of the road, plus the Crescent and Drive? Or was it somewhere up Newman Road?
you went up jenkin turn right at the top up on the hill its self
deliverd milk there in 1944-5 and there was some cottages up there as well

Wincobank castle
A girl in my class at Shiregreen School lived at the Castle..Her name was "Betty Bagshaw" anybody know the Bagshaw family?.

going back to your post timo.
In another thread i mentioned georgie ainsworth.
this was andy's brother.
I think they all had red hair .
georgie hung around with us a lot. and lived above me.
didn't they move to firth park after.

Tara,
I only knew Andy Hainsworth , but he did mention "our George" to me when we were in the Infants together. I think Andy had several brothers and sisters. He was definately red-haired [ginger, to be honest], and a very good footballer ; terrier-like, fast and aggressive although of relatively small stature. I think the family did move to Firth Park too. Aside from the Infants, Andy was in the same year as me at Concord and Hinde House, but not the same class. Last saw him in the 80s at the then Limit Club, and he had the same likeable, cheeky expression. Bless him.

stevo , its funny you should mention filey.
Another branch of the fearnleys moved there from wincobank im sure.
their names were john and rose i think their offspring-kevin and moyra.-excuse spelling.

Glynis Fearnley is second from the right on the front row. I'm afraid I don't know the Fearnleys who moved to Filey, although there is jusy one R. Fearnley in our telephone directory.

The photo can be found using the link in the Concord School post.

or try this link.

http://groups.msn.com/photodump/shoebox.msnw?action=ShowPhoto&PhotoID=31

[QUOTE]Originally posted by Abdul
Sounds like my cup of tea :D

How much does it cost and where can I get it?

Those areas have such rich histories, it's been a delight to research them! [/QUOTE

hi abdul,i hope you don't mind but may i ask you what your sir name is as i might know you,do you have a sister called mooner

still cant place wincobank castle

I've just obtained a book by BRYAN WOODRIFF..called SHIREGREEN,WINCOBANK & SHEFFIELD MEMORIES.."It's great" its all in old photographs and reminiscences by lots of Sheffielders..it even mentions me in it (just once)...but ther's a picture of our old house and lots of pictures of the whole Area from the Wicker to Sheffield Lane Top..Bellhouse road top to bottom both ways...Old Firth Park..Winkobank Castle..Keppels Collum and lots of the places and people I used to know so well.. and I understand ther's a second book out so I've ordered that one as well... Oh goodness this brings back so many happy memories for me ! I spent the first 18 months of my life living on Deep Lane with my wonderful Grandparents and my parents. Then moved to Ingram Rd but still went every 2 weeks to stay with Grandad and Grandma for long weekend ! Loved it so very much

Timo, the only one i remember from your list was the head then mr mc cauley.
our class was situated in the bottom hall(which isnt there now.)
our teacher was mrs wild.
and i remember across the hall was mr flannery's class.
i remember our class doing a play of a circus in front of the whole school, and our outfits were made of crepe paper which inevitably
tore apart during performance.

i also have that book shiregreen wincobank and ecclesfield memories.

little malc-

is the first addition still available-

I remember Mr Flannery, mid late 60s, great teacher, taught us "Dirty old Town", and always complaining about the tip at the back of the school....:)