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08-12-2014, 20:50   #661
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Not I!

I didn't know any Jacks in our family and I didn't know any other Tony Maris's around Hackenthorpe either...... I didn't know it was such a popular name! I did read what looked my own obituary in the Sheffield Star about 20 years ago though..... very scary!

For the record, My Dad was Ernest Maris and I had two sisters Margaret (or Stella as she preferred to be known later) and Elizabeth plus a brother Michael. Ernest is long gone, as is my Mum Winifred, but all the kids are still alive and kicking!!

We previously lived on Jaunty Avenue, Base Green, and went to Frecheville Sec Mod after spells at the junior school, (except for Mike who went to the grammar).......
Further back in this post I received an answer from the wife of the Tony Maris I knew (Carr Forge Lane in the 60's) He is alive and well. I did not know that there was another Tony Maris on Hackenthorpe at the time.
Thanks for your reply.

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23-01-2015, 13:38   #662
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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.
I think that the lonely house was where the Gregg family lived. They were feared by most people of that era.

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wasn't his name Povey
His name was Povey and he bacame Chief Constable of Hull I think. I delivered newspapers to Inkersall House for the Major (army rank) I think about 1960/61.

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Hi Nanny,

I've got the right Tony then! So sorry to hear Julie has passed away, the last time I saw Robin he told me that she was seriously ill, but I'm not up Hacky much these days, only to see my sister pat every now and again. Could you ask Tony if he remembers a kid who fell from the wires of a Pylon when they were being erected near Canns bottom, the wires were on the ground and they were being pulled up, he grabbed one and went up with it, by the time he let go it was high up and I think he was killed in the fall. The reason I ask is because I'm sure we were talking to the Star about it at the back of Tony's house, but there again it could just be my imagination/poor memory and it was in the very early 60s. Give my regards to Tonys sisters when you speak again.

Baz
The kid who grasped the pylon wires was Trevor West. He did survive the fall.

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Anybody from Hackenthorpe

Hackenthorpe and Zakes Part 32.

Subtitled:- One in a taxi, one in a car, one on a scooter tooting his hooter.

1. At Rainbow Forge Infants in 1960-61ish we had a na(c) tivity play – Mary and Joseph. I don’t need to go into detail about what the play was about, because we are all well acquainted with the fable. I saw angels, shepherds and 3 kings (wise men) bringing gifts of gold, frankincense and mirth, which caused much gaiety and laughter. It had been reported that the shepherds had washed their socks by night, and the angels had been angling with fishing rods and not with he-rods. Anyroad, Mary gave bith to a son, and she and her bloke Joseph proudly named the child Jesus. Everything seemed to have worked out fine, and the rest is history.
If the above info is wrong, then please address your remarks to Miss Hardwick because she organised the nactivity activity. I was part of the audience because I didn’t want to be a sheep or a donkey because I’m human. I have never been an angel, so I didn’t become one of them. I didn’t play a wise man either, because I was too young to be wise.

Before the play had started, some of us young ‘uns were listening to the boastful lad who was to play the part of Joseph. This lad, who was destined never to become one of my pals of the day, weekend, month, term, year etc, was called Marcus. This Marcus kid was so full of himsen he must have thought he was on his father’s yacht. Bad news for him was, there wasn’t that many yachts to be seen in Bethlehem, let alone Hackenthorpe in them days. Marcus really thought he was so smart waering that red, white and blue checked tea towel on his bonce, held in place with the aid of 37 elastic bands and 16 hair grips. He looked like an early day Yassir Arabfat P.L.O.dding about on stage in his pink plastic sandals.

Marcus most likely ended up later going to Thornbitch Grammar School with others of a similar ilk. Oh, geeowah, Mecks yer sick!

2. There was a class or year photo taken at Rainbow Forge Infants in 60-61 with about 25 children on it, including me (Zakes). When me dad’s (my best friend) life came to an end the rest of the family sorted out his belongings and I don’t know what happened to the photo. Have any of you got a copy that you could put up as a post on this thread? Ask your brothers and sisters.

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Anybody from Hackenthorpe?

Hackenthorpe and Zakes Part 33.

1. Ref. post 489 by Tazz 070299. On this thread.

You mentioned you lived 6 houses away from Jean Cottam, Cotty to her friends. You lucky so and so, I would have done or given anything to have lived near to her, she was, and probably is still a stunner, I can tell you. I would have willingly been a stray iron filing drawn to this most magnetic maiden. I remember seeing her in the corridor at Carter Lodge School on my last day there in the winter of 1965. A crisp white shirt underneath a quality navy blue coloured V-necked jumper, a long kissable neck, and the face of a goddess. I just knew at that exciting, but sad moment, I wouldn’t ever be seeing her again. I was 11 years and 8 months old.

2. Re. post 491 by Tazz 070299. On this thread.

I remember Robert and Alma Sherwood. I used to be in the same class at Birley Spa Juniors with their unidentical twin sons, Christopher and Mark, Mark being the eldest of the two. They lived at 61 Birley Spa Lane (opposite where Springwater Avenue comes out), in the last house next to the steps that le(a)d down to Dyke Vale avenue-close. Christopher had been at times my pal of the weekend. He once had a big fight with Nigel West at junior school which he lost. Christopher could also walk on his hands. The well built Mr. Sherwood may have worked at Edgar Allen’s (?). I remember Alma had auburn coloured hair in the early 60’s. They had lots of trees in their garden. Perhaps more than anyone else on the estate.

3. Ref. post 493 by Tazz 070299. On this thread.

(A) Yes. The ivy covered building was part of Spencers farm, but I wanted to know what it is (was). The real name of the farm is Brookhouse Farm.
(B) Povey was the correct name, and not Proby. Thank you for that Tazz.
(C) Was Inkersall House to do with the Kirk family?
Inkersall house was owned by an army major when I delivered newspapers around 1960/61. Kirks came along some time later.
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03-08-2015, 21:59   #663
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Don't think this is the girl I dated. She lived about three-five doors down from the Pub near the bus terminus (Pub side).

Where you are talking about, a little further up towards Birley, I dated a girl called Barbara Snowden - she lived on a street off Birley Spa Lane, can't remember the name. Now, she was drop-dead gorgeous!!

I revisited England in 1972 and saw her working at the local butchery in Birley Spa Lane. At the time decided it wasn't appropriate to chat with her as I'd arrived in England with a newly wedded wife.
Hiya Domino,
I note that your name is Maurice Copeland. I remember your name but can't put a face to it. My name is Tom Porter and I lived on Springwater Drive, bang opposite Barbara Snowden, and my brother Jim married one of her sisters. I was at a party with the family about 3 weeks ago, and Barbara was there, as drop dead gorgeous as ever, even after all these years! You mentioned that you saw her in the butchers on Birley Spa Lane when you visited in the 70's. It was actually Styans the bakers where she worked. Hope you don't mind me making contact, but I'm sure you'll be pleased to know she's still around, as our generation are getting on a bit!

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17-08-2015, 09:58   #664
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04-09-2015, 21:14   #665
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Hackenthorpe and Zakes Part 59.

1. Peering out through the window with serious eyes, the 9 years old Zakes was watching the heavily falling rain coming down like stiff stair rods in the outside darkness. He pressed his nose against the glass pane of the metal framed single glazed window. He felt the cold damp against his flattened organ of smell, because he had to get this close or he would have only seen a mirrored reflection of himself. Under normal circumstances, Zakes would not have minded the reflection, because he had always been an admirer of natural handsomeness. Today was a different situation though, because he was impatiently waiting for his tardy dad (Dad Zakes) to arrive home from his place of work, at Tungsten Carbide.

The year was 1963, and it was early Friday evening, and including today, it was 10 days until December. Zakes always enjoyed Fridays because it was the start of the weekend, which meant 2 whole days of adventuring here on the Hackenthorpe estate and the areas surrounding. Fridays were also good, because it meant the Australian childrens programmes, followed by Crackerjack were on telly. Tea time on Fridays were also super duper, because his mum (Mum Zakes) always cooked a delicious fry up of sausage, bacon, egg, mushrooms and redskins.

Zakes was now praying and hoping his dad would win the race, the race against the heavy, torpid looking mobile shop that came around Friday tea times. The converted charabanc bus sold groceries and spice (sweets). The winner of the race would be the first one to reach 6, Carter Lodge Drive, where the Zakes’ lived. It was imperative Dad Zakes won the race, because Zakes was desperately in need of his 2 bob weekly spending money, to splash out at the shop on wheels when it arrived.

The rainy teardrops were still playing patterns upon the window pane, and all Zakes had seen so far was a pair of saturated bats speedily flying by. The bats had taken Zakes by surprise, making it impossible for him to ascertain whether they were made from willow, ash or balsa.

Moments later, Zakes became wide eyed with excitement, as he espied the thin dark shadow of his dad dashing up the pathway, hunched forward in a vain attempt to dodge the unmerciful wet stair rods. Zakes’ gleeful gulumphing lasted only a few moments, because just as the key was sounding in the lock of the house door, the glancing and dancing headlights of the battered bulky mobile shop came into sight and drew nearer, as it came stutteringly up Carter Lodge Drive from the direction of Carr Forge Road. This put Zakes into a most pantiferous panic filled situation. Could he possibly get his spendo off his dad before the shiny shop served it’s last customer and drove off, Zakes fretted.

Out of the wet dark Dad Zakes appeared, standing in the hallway looking soaked to the skin. His light brown overcoat looked darker than it usually was. His size 11 wellies were shining, as was the brylcremed wave upon his head. With a steady flow of water drops dripping from his conk, he loudly exclaimed like a harbinger of doom to Mum Zakes, “Div gorrim! Div gorrim! Div shot Kennedy!” Mum Zakes showed sudden shock upon her fastidious ferret face, and loudly called out as if to God in disgrace, “Oh no! Where? When? How? Who? And Why?”

During the uproarious hullabaloo, Zakes constantly tugged the left cuff of his dad’s saturated overcoat sleeve, demandingly pleading for his pocket money. He had set his heart on a bag of spice from the mobile shop, and was now becoming frantic with fear that the bus would soon be gone. Just when it seemed all would be lost, his dad pressed a dull looking Florin into his son’s soft palm. Within seconds, Zakes, who was dressed in grey jumper, grey shorts and grey colloured Policeman Badger slippers, had slipped out of the house door. The grocer had already set the bus into gear and was ready for leaving. On seeing Zakes the growling engine was switched off.

Inside the motorized shop, Zakes could smell the soil still on the grocer’s potatoes, carrots and turnips. It was almost the exact same smell as the left armpit of one of his girlfriends at Birley Spa Juniors, a wonderful down to earth aromatic aroma.

On being asked if he wanted his usual order, Zakes eagerly nodded his head, which caused the counter to be covered with raindrops. The grocer then proceeded to fill a small white paper bag with rainbow drops, then he proceeded to fill a larger white paper bag with Banana chews, Blackjacks, Fruit Salad, a Fudgy Fudge Bar and a Gobstopper. He generously gave Zakes 1/9 change, because the boy was a regular customer.

Having stepped from the seatless charabanc shop back into the pouring rain, Zakes turned around to face the grocer, and asked him, “Do you know of a man called Ken, Eddie?” The grocer looked to the ceiling to have a quick think, then shook his head. “Well not to worry, div shot him anyway”, declared Zakes.

Footnote: Ken, Eddie = Kennedy. John F. Kennedy.

Does anybody remember these 60’s names:
Maureen cousins
Denise Naylor.
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14-10-2015, 11:34   #666
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I knew Denise Naylor, she lived across the road from me in the 60s, Carr Forge Close, next door to Birdie, Neil Burgess.
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There is group on Facebook for Old Hackenthorpe. lots of photos and memories.
https://www.facebook.com/groups/Hackenthorpe/
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I used to manage the Sportsman Pub in Hackenthorpe
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Anyone from Jermyn Avenue, we lived there until 1990 ish, Collins family
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[QUOTE=blade100;7279067]in the late50s and early 60s there were no shops on birley spa lane only a wooden hut where the bus stop is.it was owned by harry ellam and his wife.when the shops were being built we used to play football infront of them untill one evening PCSpears caught us and because i was the tallest(not oldest) he clipped me round the earhole.when the shops were built ellams moved to where the paper shop is now.it was managed by miles cooper.they also opened a butchers shop.Howards cycle shop moved to where the betting shop is now.where the club was there was a farm with pig;s in the field. the other side of well lane there was also a farm where the flats are.on the other side of the road where the the doctors and chemist is there were barns and behind them there was an orchard which we called paradise.next on was the methordist church which was knocked down about 1963 and moved near plover pub.I played football for the meths in the church boys league(under14).names i remember are Daryl Bower/Paul Else/Masters twins/Dave Watson/Paul wilson(who became the village blacksmith)/Bob Kay and Frank Bonnington who played in glasses[/QUOTE I am sister to the late Frank Bonnington,of spa view drive,I have a photograph of the football team with my brother wearing his glasses,the only name I can remember stood next to Frank is Charlie Mills]
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11-12-2016, 06:34   #672
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Anybody From Hackenthorpe?

Hackenthorpe And Zakes. Part 60? A light hearted view.


I lived from the age of 6 at Hackenthorpe, and we moved away when I was almost 12. We moved to the Vic Hallam houses on the newly built Newstead Estate, at lower Birley. I was often told by a pupil at my new school, that the Vic Hallam houses weren’t real houses, but pigeon huts. The pupil eventually ceased reminding me of this after he received a present from me, a black eye. He had times many been warned not to overdo the taunting.

Anyrooad, during my time on Hackenthorpe in the early 60’s, I had a jolly good time. There were times of pleasure and of pain, plus times of laughter and of tears. I, like any other child, was expected to learn from my mistakes. Mollycoddling certainly wasn’t considered to be helpful in my development. I was an adventurous unyitten lad, and disliked anybody in authority, but was always good to people I liked. Eat, play, learn and sleep was the name of my game. The humility of people is what I remember best. We all seemed to be in the same boat (and some in yachts), and there was no place for envious jealousies.

After some of my pals had passed the 11plus exams, they had suddenly become ‘too good’ to play with us other children. It became a sort of ‘us and them’ situation. It didn’t bother me much though, because we thick ‘uns were in the majority, and the aloof soon to go to Thornbridge Grammar School children, were in the minority. Having not passed the 11plus exam, I was relieved to know I would be booked in at the elite Carter Lodge Secondary School. It was so pleasing to know I would soon to be sporting a very smart dark blue blazer. Whilst sitting the 11plus exam, I had been worried I might pass which would have meant I would have had to wear the phlegm-atic gozz-green blazer of Thornbridge. It was a close call. Phew.

It was never my intention (and still isn’t) to be disparaging towards the ‘fairies’ who went to Thornbridge Grammar, but they were just not like us. We used to get our clothes mucky, they didn’t. They were like Madels… They couldn’t kick a football, or climb a leafy tree. They couldn’t scale a tall wall, nor could they lasso a treestump, or a passing Red Setter. Theyw ere useless at catapulting, sledging, throwing arrows and conkering. The list is endless. They will tell you otherwise, but don’t you believe ‘em. Hackenthorpe children should attend hackenthorpe schools. They should not attend schools on other estates. Always be loyal to your estate, it’s ever loyal to you!

My first Hackenthorpe school was Rainbow Forge Infants. One of my schoolmates was Peter Newton, who lived on Rainbow Avenue, at no. 113. My second Hackenthorpe school was Birley Spa Juniors. One of my school mates was Stephen Coulson, who lived on Carter Lodge Rise, at no. 2. These were two of several ‘friends’ who seemed to quit the scene on passing the 11plus charade, I seldom saw them again. I presumed they must have become housebound. Perhaps they were playing with their Airfix models, their Meccano sets, or maybe with their Compendium of Games. I suspect though, they were busy helping Mummy baking fairy cakes and puff-pastry.

It seemed many youngsters hated to wear school uniforms. They later wanted to work in practical jobs… Firemen, bus drivers, air stewardesses and nurses. Yes, that reight… in jobs where uniforms are worn. Lol.
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A lighthearted response

Well, I couldn't let this one pass without a reply, me being one of the 'aloof' an' all. My family moved from Mexborough to Hackenthorpe when I was 5 and we lived there for 13 years. I attended the old Village School near Brook Lane, then Rainbow Forge. I think I was a few years ahead of Zakesy and I doubt our paths ever crossed. I never had the 'pleasure' to meet him but I knew his ilk well (not his ink well, I doubt they had them at Birley).
I have thought long and hard about this 'us and them' situation and whilst you described your post as a 'light hearted view' it nevertheless contained many truisms. Birley School (and probably Carter Lodge) did have a large proportion of thugs, Barnsey, Sharpey, Smalley & Fewkesy to name a few, who proved their manhood by - apart from regularly beating up smaller, defenceless, outnumbered Thornbridge kids - climbing leafy trees, scaling tall walls and lassoing treestumps. They suffer from the Robin Hood Syndrome - the lovable rogue, living in some bloody greenwood wilderness, robbing the rich and believing he's performing a public duty.
On this basis, I can't deny the fact that yes, we are somehow different. Like many families who have one son a bricklayer and another son a brain surgeon. They are different but the same and one is no better than the other.
You went to Carter Lodge and became a literary legend. I went to Thornbridge, emigrated to Australia and took my Meccano set with me.
Cheers Zakesy, keep on entertaining us!!
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Read through this thread a few times. My own links to this thread are that Frank Bonnington was my dad (RIP) . Wouldn't mind seeing that picture of his old football team because i've
Never seen it. SYL please pass a copy on to Joanne when you see her.

I'm sure he'd be proud today. His Grandson (13) has just signed schoolboy forms with SWFC. I know we, his parents are.

Though it might be a nice contribution to a poignant thread.

Even though it is the OWLS. Lol.
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Read through this thread a few times. My own links to this thread are that Frank Bonnington was my dad (RIP) . Wouldn't mind seeing that picture of his old football team because i've
Never seen it. SYL please pass a copy on to Joanne when you see her.

I'm sure he'd be proud today. His Grandson (13) has just signed schoolboy forms with SWFC. I know we, his parents are.

Though it might be a nice contribution to a poignant thread.

Even though it is the OWLS. Lol.
hello there, this one got the old memory cells working. did your dad live at 22 spa view drive? I seem to remember a brother derek? and a sister sylvia? I lived across the road in the mid 1950s.
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Anyone from Jermyn Avenue, we lived there until 1990 ish, Collins family
Sorry Colly- dont know if you will see this as it is so late - Mum and Dad and sisters lived at no 20 for about 35 years upto mum dying in 2009
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Hi Buddy,

Yeah he did. SYL who posted above is Sylvia.
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Anybody from Hackenthorpe?

Hackenthorpe and Zakes Pt. 61.


I’ve mentioned Stephen George before in a post. I’d like to elaborate a bit further about him. Belo are 4 anecdotes involving Stephen. A fifth anecdote will follow later.

1. Stephen had white blond hair, was left-handed, and was a good sport, who was good at sport. He could also run very fast, because he could run faster then me. Stephen was born on the third day of March 1954, making him some weeks older than me. He lived at 19, Carr Forge Mount. His dad was called Albert, his mum, Lucy (or Lily). His eldest sister was called Linda, his other sister, Georgina. Georgina’s real Christian name was Elaine. Stephen and I were good mates at Birley Spa Junior School. I was told a fistful of years ago, that Stephen had passed away. Bless him. I last saw him when I was almost 12 years old in 1965.

2. I recall Stephen and I, with a host of other lads at Birley Spa Juniors, playing football in the school playground each morning before being called in for register and assembly. In the playground was a tall brick-wall that was staggered at the top (step-like, the centre of the wall at the top was the highest point).

Chalked on the wall was a depiction of a goal. There were no teams because each lad played for himself. The idea was to score a goal, with the other lads trying to prevent you from scoring, it was a free-for-all. The ‘football’ was at times a tatty tennis ball, sometimes a rubber ball, but often a large coloured glass marble. Football was played at playtime, and at dinner time too. The football playing was the highlight of the day for most of us. Regardless of weather, we played!

Some of the ‘footballers’ were:

Martin Wragg – Carter Lodge.
Terry Cosgrove – Dyke Vale
Tony Wharram – Carr Forge
Danny Spokes – Dyke Vale
Timothy Conroy – SpringWater
Ian Scandrett – Spa View
Andrew Morton – Occupation Lane
Robert Fowler –
Derek Beeley – Carr Forge?
Robert Evans – Spa View
Alan Fox – Cotleigh
Nigel West – Cotleigh
Martin Precious – Spa View
Gerald Dandy (later emigrated to Milwaukee, Wisconsin) – Carr Forge
Jimmy Sandford – Cotleigh
Chris Sherwood – Birley Spa Lane
Mark Sherwood – Birley Spa Lane
Martin Smith – Carr Forge
Paul Allison –
Stephen Coulson – Carter Lodge
Gary (Gus) Clifford – Carter Lodge
Paul Muscroft – Carter Lodge

And a few others. 1961 – 1965. Most of the above have been allowed to be my ‘Pal of the Day’ at one time or another.

3. I remember, having been called into school, we children would drink our free milk. A group of school mates, plus Stephen and I, would compete to see who could ‘sup up’ first. Even though we used straws, milk was often spilt all ovver t’show. Drinking milk in winter was interesting though, because there was often ice inside the bottles, making it almost impossible to swallow the milk. The milk was so cold, we wore gloves or mittens to hold the bottles. The crates of milk were stacked up outside, and it was the job of Monitors (stool pigeons) to bring the metal cage like crates indoors. The milk bottles were silver topped. The foil was saved to add to the collection for Guide Dogs for the Blind.

4. I’ve briefly mentioned this next little anecdote from 1963 – ‘64ish afore. I’ve had a think about it, and this version explains it better.

In those days, at week-ends or during school holidays, you could call on your mates. I rarely promised to meet anybody, the next day or whenever. With me, it was a spontaneous thing. I really liked to adventure alone, and would often travel (on foot, bike, trolley or scooter) far, and sometimes wide. If I wanted to play football I knew who I could call upon. If I wanted to swing from the trees shouting Ungawa at Shirebrook River, I knew who to call upon. If I wanted a session of mutual mankin’, I knew which girl(s) to call upon. It was the same with scromping, conker collecting, birds egg collecting, and attention seeking at the shopping parade on Birley Spa Lane, etc.

If I wanted somebody who was an all-rounder, someone who didn’t specialize in the above activities, I would generally call upon either, Nigel West, John Fairey or Stephen George. Those three also called on me from time to time. When anybody came a’knockin at the door mi mum would call (yell) to me I had a visitor. You see, one of mi mums many tasks was to answer the door. I would there and then decide if I was going out (it depended on who was calling).

Anyrooad, I went to call on Stephen George one particular day. Having left home at Carter Lodge Drive, I hiked up the second part of Carter Lodge Rise. On reaching the top of the Rise, I turned right onto Carter Lodge Avenue. At the end of Carter Lodge Avenue I came out onto Carr Forge Lane. I then turned right, strode a baker’s dozen paces downwards, then crossed across the road, to enter the gennel that led to Carr Forge Mount. Coming to the end of the gennel, I had already passed the Dandy household on the left, and to my right was the Leigh household. A few houses further on, on the right, was the Corporation red doored residence of the George Family.

I always preferred to call on Stephen than he on me. The reason for this is because it increased my chances of seeing his lovely looking sisters… they were absolutely G(e)orgeous. Stephen’s mum always gave me a nice glass of cold water. At my house, we drank water from chipped cups, nicked from the Rainbow Room Café, at Blanchards.

Oh yeh, back to the short anecdote… On that particular day, I had a gigantic stroke of luck. Having come out of the gennel, and having passed the Leigh household, my attention was caught by something wedged between the flagging stones of the pathway. On crouching down, I astoundingly discovered two half-crowns, side by side, stood on their edges. The coins were just below the height of the flagging stones. It was only a slight glint that had caught my eye.

I needed those coins, I needed them badly, and quickly too. I had to get them before anyone came by to claim them as their’s. I was shaking with excitement and with panic. I reached into the right-hand pocket of my khaki coloured shorts and withdrew my penknife (made by George Beatson-Gleadless), then with the long blade (the only blade) I worked the haif-crowns out from their hiding place. I was rich, comics and spice for a fortneet at least!
Finder’s keepers, Losers weepers!

Minutes later, I was in the George household. I received my usual glass of cold water from Mrs. George, and Stephen was getting changed to come out to play. I was disappointed to discover his sisters weren’t at home. Drat.

I was aching to announce my good fortune with a fanfare of trumpets, but I was worried I might be told to hand the half-crowns over to the Feds.

Having come out of the house, I told Stephen about my miraculous stroke of good fortune. He was pleased for me. A moment later, I was pleased for him too, when I saw the look (luck) on his face. He had just become 2/6 richer. I had been brought up to always share. A true story this.

Footnote. Well over 50 years later, I am still mystified as to why somebody would push two half-crowns down into a crack between two flagstones on a pathway. It was a lot of money for a chabby like me.
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21-04-2017, 22:52   #679
memari laine
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I wonder if anyone on here can help. On a friend's behalf ( Surprise for them) I am trying to find the whereabouts/ contact details of their old friend, Barry Grayson. I only have an idea that he lived opposite the "Top Shops", a road down to the right as you go up Birley Spa Lane. If anyone can help, it would be amazing to reunite these two old mates from way back when.
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25-09-2017, 16:12   #680
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Hi I'm Ian Sands and I went to birley spa school around 1966 t0 1970 and I have some great memories of that school, the kids I remember most are Steven Dicks with who I was pals with all the way through my school years. Mark Ashton, Andrew Hull, Andrew Pridmore, Ian Steel, Ian Wood, William Simpson, Vicky Bates, Jaqueline Griffith, Ann Round and Catherine Grayson. The teachers I remember most are Miss Maxfield, I thought she was a bitch. Mr Kennedy, he was a nutcase, Mr August, great teacher. Mr Jephson, another good teacher. and the head teacher who all the kids seemed to love, Mr Rawlings. Another name I remember is Mrs Dyson but she wasn't a teacher.
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