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Thanks for the confirmation, no pun intended! My father was a regular visitor as the local Sergeant as well as being a fellow football fan.

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Thanks for the confirmation, no pun intended! My father was a regular visitor as the local Sergeant as well as being a fellow football fan.
Went to St John Fisher late 50's. Altar boy at church. Have a photo of Frs McDonagh and O'Dowd somewhere. Will send it if I can find it. Edited by saxon51
Spelt 'altar' wrong.

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I can remember going to a game with my dad and the good Father. We lived on Fox Lane at Frecheville so I didn't see much of him, Fr McDonagh that is!

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I can remember going to a game with my dad and the good Father. We lived on Fox Lane at Frecheville so I didn't see much of him, Fr McDonagh that is!
I remember him as a short, dumpy, balding bloke who had a cracking sense of humour. Didn't know he was a Blade though.:)

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Spent quite a lot of my younger years there. I went to the old village school in the 50's and can remember the blacksmith's shop next to the post office in main street.

Was in the first group of kids to attend Birley Spa Junior's and then finished up at Carter Lodge. Lived on Cotleigh Way and later on Birley Spa lane. Can anyone remember Cotleigh Hall on the Main st. ? We used to play in the ruins after school and were lucky not to come a cropper climbing up to the roof.

Happy Days

 

 

Hello Buster,

When I was a kid in Hackenthorpe in the 1950s we played in what we knew as Cotliegh House, on the corner of Main Street and Cotliegh Crescent. I think the main gate was on Main Street.

I remember one Whitsuntide going home covered in muck and blood after falling through the roof.

 

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Yes I remember them, Something Row it was called. Used to be a strange old bloke lived on there who used to fish in the road, never had the electric on always candles burning in the windows. Maybe they didn't have any "electrickery".

Is anyone old to enough to remember when the Hogshead was a big hole in the ground.

Used to ride my three wheeler bike in out of it, we used to think a bomb had gone off in it. What about Harry Hogshead and is two daughters who each had a Mini. No one on our road even had a car. One or two had Motorbikes and Sidecars (Panthers). My dad had a Raleigh Runabout Moped. Proper ashamed I was. One of the neighhbours had a van with "Grays Office Supplies" on the side. For everyone else it was "Shank's Pony". Nowadays you cant get on the street for cars. Some on the road, some on the grass the rest on the pavement. Thank God I dont live there anymore.

 

The Hoggs was my local when Harry was landlord. Friends I remember from the Hoggs were Billy Standitch and his wife, Big Frank Gregg and Melvin who lived across Birley Spa Lane on the top house on Delves Avenue.

 

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Pigs Lane brings back so many memories it is funny to think as a young child we could walk up and down there with no fear, oh how times have changed.

I think when Ranbow Forge was replaced with houses Pigs Lane was lost.

 

I remember the lane well but did not remember its name, it was a great shortcut for us to Cotliegh House.

 

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Hackenthorpe, and Zakes Part 2

 

Favourite pastimes included, scrumping (on a grand scale), bird nesting, conkers - I once had a conk(qu)er 57 (we used to soak them in vinegar and then put them in a dark cupboard to harden over several months), throwing arrows, catapulting, pea shooting and bulrushing. Much of this happened down Brook Lane, Bluebell Wood, past the house with the cannon on the wall up to the Riding School at Mos'boro Top, Ridgeway, Ford, Hackenthorpe Village School, a church on the left on Sheffield Road towards Occupation Lane, and a slag heap down the fields at the back of Carr Forge Road and Rainbow Avenue.

In these fields was a house where a family lived and I believe they didn't have gas or electricity. Does anyone have any info about this?

 

Pigs Lane was mentioned in an earlier post by Lo Strider, I spent many hours in that vacinity and I too used to run downthe embankment from Rainbow Forge playing field to the other side of Pigs Lane up the bank, turned and ran back in the same tilt, wish I had a quid for every time I did that (might try it again soon). When I was at Rainbow Forge Infants we had one day an inter-schools sports day and during the activities like the sack race, egg and spoon race, obstickel race, fell in love for the very first time ever with a girl who was from Charnock School. The name of the girl was Lynn Hanson, I can clearly remember wanting to touch her blonde natural coloured hair that was done in ponytail fashion with a red ribbon and she also had a sweet looking faint line of lentigines across the middle of her nose. I never saw her again after that day. That was almost 50 years ago. Where are you now Lynn?

 

Remembered is also the years 1961, 62, 63, 64 when a group of us would be trying to cadge a penny or two for bonfire night from patrons going into the BLUe Bell boozer with minimal success, TIGHT SODS! It was a pity because each year we had tried so hard to make a really good Guy Fawkes look-alike. Might try again this year.

P.S Did Mr Howard ever sell fireworks? I seem to think that he did.

 

Hello,

I think the house in the fields would have been the Greggs house. This was in front of and to the left of the steps that went over the stream and up to the old pit head. To the right of the steps was a coppice where we use to play, we knew it as a place you could find Adders. I can not remember the whole of the Gregg family but there was Billy and Big Frank who later was a drinking pal in the Hoggs Head.

The stream was the Shire Brook and I think "the pit" was the (Shirebrook Colliery.) EDIT, I don't know where I got that from it was the BIRLEY EAST PIT.

 

Further up towards the Carr Forge Dam and at the bottom of Sally Clarkes Hill was a field near another bridge where we would play football.

 

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I Lived on Carr Forge Road had a Brother Dougie Chamberlain

and I married Tony Maris off Carr Forge Lane :rant: left years ago and was barred from Blue Bell at 16 for dancing on table LOL

 

What number on Carr Forge Road did you live at, I used to knock about with Tony in the 60s's we had some good times.

 

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How spooky is that?

 

I'm Tony Maris and my mother lived on either Carr Forge Road or Carr forge Lane when I'd joined the Fleet Air Arm!

 

I don't recall being married to you!!:hihi: (unless your name is Cynthia, that is):o

 

Hello Tony,

 

Are you the Tony Maris whose dad was called Jack. About three houses up Carr Forge Lane. If you are I use to knock about with you, I had an Areal VB with sidecar, and I think you were in the sidecar one day when I ran into a flood at Intake.

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WHO WERE BLADEY AND NININ?

 

Who were you and where are you now?

 

I don’t hate you for being my sworn enemies all those years ago on’t Hackenthorpe estate, I didn’t really know you or why you hated me. You lived on Birley Spa Lane just before the junction of Rainbow Road, I could see your house from ours. I don’t know if you were brothers or neighbours or what, you were just Bladey and Ninin. I might be asking a lot, going back over 50 years an’ all, but can anyone put names to these characters?

I'd like to send them a postcard. :)

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Hello Buster,

When I was a kid in Hackenthorpe in the 1950s we played in what we knew as Cotliegh House, on the corner of Main Street and Cotliegh Crescent. I think the main gate was on Main Street.

I remember one Whitsuntide going home covered in muck and blood after falling through the roof.

 

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The Hoggs was my local when Harry was landlord. Friends I remember from the Hoggs were Billy Standitch and his wife, Big Frank Gregg and Melvin who lived across Birley Spa Lane on the top house on Delves Avenue.

 

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I remember the lane well but did not remember its name, it was a great shortcut for us to Cotliegh House.

 

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Hello,

I think the house in the fields would have been the Greggs house. This was in front of and to the left of the steps that went over the stream and up to the old pit head. To the right of the steps was a coppice where we use to play, we knew it as a place you could find Adders. I can not remember the whole of the Gregg family but there was Billy and Big Frank who later was a drinking pal in the Hoggs Head.

The stream was the Shire Brook and I think "the pit" was the Shirebrook Colliery.

 

Further up towards the Carr Forge Dam and at the bottom of Sally Clarkes Hill was a field near another bridge where we would play football.

 

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What number on Carr Forge Road did you live at, I used to knock about with Tony in the 60s's we had some good times.

 

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Hello Tony,

 

Are you the Tony Maris whose dad was called Jack. About three houses up Carr Forge Lane. If you are I use to knock about with you, I had an Areal VB with sidecar, and I think you were in the sidecar one day when I ran into a flood at Intake.

 

Yes Tonys dad was Jack dont know who the other Tony Maris is he asked what your name is

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Yes Tonys dad was Jack dont know who the other Tony Maris is he asked what your name is

 

Hello Nanny,

My name is Peter Anderson

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Hello Nanny,

My name is Peter Anderson

 

Hi Peter will let him know when the old beggar rises

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Hi

The lane running alongside Rainbow Forge School was actually called Well Lane. It became known as Pig Lane by the kids because of the farmer's pigs in the Orchard on the opposite side from the school field.

The lane originally provided access to the only well in the village which did not run dry in summer. It continued all the way down, past Hackenthorpe wood, (which disappeared when the houses were built) to Greggs house. this house was originally part of the Rainbow Forge (where the school took it's name from) which was one of four water powered forges on the Shire Brook (Netherwheel, Carr Forge, Rainbow Forge and Cliff Wheel) between Normanton Springs and the Rother.

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The Hoggs was my local when Harry was landlord. Friends I remember from the Hoggs were Billy Standitch and his wife, Big Frank Gregg and Melvin who lived across Birley Spa Lane on the top house on Delves Avenue.

 

The top house on the right, after the cottages, was the Driver family.

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Anybody from Hackenthorpe.

 

 

Hackenthorpe an Zakes Part 43.

 

When we were children, we would now and again do something naughty. When a grown up challenged us about our wrong doing, we would often deny it 'til we were blue in the face. We thought we could hoodwink them, little realising these grown ups had also been children, once upon a time, long ago. There were also times when we were caught, and knew it was futile to try to get out of it by lying and denying.

 

Here is an example of the previous sentence...

 

When I was 8 or 9 years old in 1962-63, I had a little scam on the go for a while. Any given pal of the day, and myself, would play the best of three at paper, scissors and stone. The loser would be the one who had to climb over the fence behind Elam's newspaper shop on Birley Spa Lane. The idea was to thieve empty pop bottles stored in the yard, then to take them around the block to the shop to claim refunds. The loser would quietly grab a bottle or two, then pass them over the fence to the waiting winner. This was repeated 'til we had ten bottles. Being a forward thinker, I knew it wouldn't be long that many years afore the decimal system came in, to decimate any previous system. That's why I insisted upon only taking ten bottles each time. We only nicked the bottles when we were skint, which happened to be every week. Although there was money back on the bottles, we never received any, because we chose our spice and comics to the value of the refunds. The swiping of pop bottles came to an end one day, when the manager of the shop, Mr Cooper spoke with me.

 

It was a day during the school holiday, when aunty Mary from Deepcar, had come to visit the Zakes'. Towards the end of her visit, she kindly gave to me a two-bob-bit. I being the perfect gentleman, then escortfd aunty Mary to the bus stop for the Sheffield bound bus. The only drawback was, I had to kiss her on the cheek just before she boarded the number 41 bus. I always liked to kiss girls, but notnold bags YUK! After the bus had thankfully trundled up the hill, I made my way to the shopping parade, intent on spending the florin that was burning a hole in my pocket.

 

On entering Elam's, it wasn't long before I had chosen a comic and a boatload of spice. Included were banana chews, fruit salad, black jacks, a gobstopper, Spanish Gold etc. I then crammed the spice into my shorts pockets, and tucked the folded Dandy comic under my left axilla. After taking my proffered money, Mr Cooper then gave a wry smile, and looked at me in a half dark manner, then said...

 

 

Dialogue;

 

Mr Cooper. Zakes, are you an honest lad?

 

Zakes. Yes, Mr Cooper

 

Mr Cooper. A very honest lad?

 

Zakes. Yes, Mr Cooper

 

Mr Cooper. You know all the boys, and their names in the area, don't you?

 

Zakes. Yes, most of them, Mr Cooper

 

Mr Cooper. So you'll know the names of boys who steal empty bottles from my back yard?

 

Zakes. No, Mr Cooper, what's the sense of anyone taking empty bottles?

 

Mr Cooper. Because they bring them into this shop to get refunds from me

 

Zakes. Oh, that's not very nice, is it Mr Cooper?

 

Mr Cooper. No, it isn't it? Try to think who it could be stealing my empty bottles.

 

[i could tell by the tone of his voice that he was on to me, and I decided to come clean.]

 

Zakes. [now with head bowed] It might have been me Mr Cooper.

 

Mr Cooper. Yes Zakes, I thought as much, but because you have been honest with me, we'll not say anymore about it. If you do it again, I'll tell thi' mother, and Mr Disney[local Bobby] , then you'll really cop it.

 

inutes later, I was treading down the 25-30 steps from Birley Spa Lane, leading to Carter Lodge Avenue. I was relieved, and very thankful that Mr Cooper had been so lenient, and I decided that he was the third bestest man in the world, after my dad and Father Christmas.

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