Anybody from Hackenthorpe?

[Stuart82 10]

I grew up on Birley and Hackenthorpe, all my family live on Hackenthorpe now but I've moved to Barnsley. I used to be the Assistant Manager for GT News on Hackenthorpe shops back in 2001 when I was 18.

[puddinburner 10]

I saw a mega blast from the past the other day Mick Humphries? Lived on rainbow avenue must be in his 80's now was like seeing a bloody ghost.

[zakes 68]

Anybody from Hackenthorpe?

Hackenthorpe and Zakes Part 34.

 

As you all must know by now, Carter Lodge Drive is where I lived. Carter Lodge Drive stretched roughly 259 yards, from Carter Lodge Rise at the top, down to Carr Forge Road at the lower end. Of the houses on the Drive, there were 8 odd numbered houses on the left, and on family Zakes’ side there were 12 even. These 20 houses were situated at the top end of Carter Lodge Drive where it was flat and all were semidetached. I had arrived at Hackenthorpe when I was just about 6 years old, then left when I was almost 12. We moved away to Newstead Rise at the new Newstead Estate, at ‘lower’ Birley. I was deeply saddened and hacked off when we left Hackenthorpe, but I soon became acclimatised to the new surroundings at Birley, barely a mile away.

 

During my time at Hackenthorpe, I treated my friends like friends should be treated. I had respect for my elders and betters, and I always did a good deed of the day almost everyday. Nonetheless, I always seemed to find myself in big trouble at home and at school a few times a week. My mischievousness often led to me receiving punishments like being sent to my bedroom, thick ears, slipperings, canings, ruler across the knuckles, leg slappings, denial of pocket money, and a court case etc. Despite my friendliness and cute irresistible smile, I was at times a scheming little bantling with a cold steel streak running through me. If a friend wilfully let me down, he or she would be ditched pretty sharpish and cast into the wilderness. If I felt I had been unfairly or unjustly punished by anyone, I would try to seek revenge to square things up. If I was punished fairly or justly, I would accept it without complaint, and try to make sure I didn’t get caught again.

 

An example of my vengefulness, which I got away with, Is as follows:-

It was a warm late afternoon one weekend and I was heading for home. I had been in the village having a rabbit with Peggy Billard, Christine Crapper and another nondescript wayward lass. All these birds lived in the Cotleigh area. We were all aged 11 at the time. We had said our goodbyes, then I excitedly trotted down the dusty Well Lane (Pigs Lane). I was in a reight good mood having held a few minutes earlier the attention of those 3 beskirted girls. I had been tempted to bring up the subject of mankin’, but decided against it because there was 3 of them. Afterall, I only had one pair of lips and one pair of hands. Troilism plus one was an interesting thought though.

 

Anyway, having traversed Birley Spa Lane I was walking down the pathway towards Carter Lodge Drive, with the grassy green field to my right. I suddenly had the impulse to take a different route home. I had taken this route before on a pair of other occasions. I leapt over the hedgerow to be then stood in the back garden of this end house (nr. 24) belonging to Mr & Mrs Pearson. I then crossed the garden to then step over the fence into the next garden. At this point I needed to pass over another 7 back gardens to reach home. 3 to 4 gardens later I got the shock of my life because of the householder being in his garden, performing rural science. With snarling face he bellowed, “Get out of my garden, and if you come back, I’ll wring yer bleedin’ scrawny neck!” Fearful and tearful, bolted down his path leading to Carter Lodge Drive, turned left and within a minute or so I was at home gaspingly breathless and shaking.

 

For the next few weeks the frightful experience stayed with me, then I decided to level things up with him.

 

I later did often wonder how much it had cost the householder to replace his broken front window.

[Downsunder 10]

Anybody from Hackenthorpe

 

1. At Rainbow Forge Infants in 1960-61ish we had a na© 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.

 

 

I got all agitated for a minute thinking I might have been in the same photo as my arch enemy and famous Birley thug Zakesy. But no, it was Rainbow Forge JUNIORS that I graced in 1961. My school report tells me there were 50 children in the class. The Teachers Report said "Downsunder is a hard worker both in the classroom and on the games field. Well done!" Signed P. Cantor. Evidently I was of a 'similar ilk' and bound for a well known local Grammar School. I deny any knowledge of a dude called Marcus, I'm sure I would have remembered him with pink plastic sandals and a tea towel on his head.

Just scanning my old school reports from 1959-61, I noticed that in 1961 they decided to drop the 'position in class' stat., an early victim of political correctness. I wonder if any other school carried on this obnoxious, offensive tradition?

[hackey lad 3,968]

I saw a mega blast from the past the other day Mick Humphries? Lived on rainbow avenue must be in his 80's now was like seeing a bloody ghost.

 

no chance , mick will be 60 to 65 at the most

[COTTY 10]

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.

 

 

Oh Zakes, having seen all your posts where you mention numerous nubile young girls who you lusted after I was beginning to think I was just one in a long line of your concubines, However, your memory of me on your last day at school had made an old lass very happy. I am still a magnetic maiden but this is probably down to my titanium hips ha ha. Still loving your posts and I think I may have been in Pegasus house as well. No doubt you'll put me right on that one (I don';t even remember the other names of the houses lol).

 

---------- Post added 26-09-2013 at 19:47 ----------

 

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© 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.

 

---------- Post added 22-09-2013 at 03:40 ----------

 

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.

© Was Inkersall House to do with the Kirk family?

 

 

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.

 

 

Oh Zakes, having seen all your posts where you mention numerous nubile young girls who you lusted after I was beginning to think I was just one in a long line of your concubines, However, your memory of me on your last day at school had made an old lass very happy. I am still a magnetic maiden but this is probably down to my titanium hips ha ha. Still loving your posts and I think I may have been in Pegasus house as well. No doubt you'll put me right on that one (I don';t even remember the other names of the houses lol).

Edited September 26, 2013 by COTTY

[memari laine 10]

Hello Cotty, Pegasus, Griffin, phoenix, and Unicorn. Good God, don't know where i dragged those up from, but they were the House names at Carter Lodge, i also used to be in Pegasus, the best house to be in!! Anyone on here that was at same school from '64 to '67 ?

Memarie Laine

[Borninthe40s 10]

I Lived on Carr Forge Road had a Brother Dougie Chamberlain

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

 

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!! (unless your name is Cynthia, that is)

[park-lad 10]

I remember Hackenthorpe quite fondly, I used to be good friends with a Stephen Frost from Hackenthorpe (spent a lot of time in the area).

Edited October 6, 2013 by park-lad

[gregconn 10]

Not sure if it has been mentioned on this thread, but is there anyone out there who went to the Hackenthorpe Youth Club in the 1960's, it was held twice a week I think in Carter Lodge School. I seem to recollect that it always had a great crowd at each meeting.

[buddysbuddy 12]

Not sure if it has been mentioned on this thread, but is there anyone out there who went to the Hackenthorpe Youth Club in the 1960's, it was held twice a week I think in Carter Lodge School. I seem to recollect that it always had a great crowd at each meeting.

 

hi greg, I used to go to the youth club on thursday nights. I seem to remember mr. wearham? being in charge. I had to leave in 1962 when I turned 21. sad day as we had some good nights there.

[gregconn 10]

buddysbuddy, you have a great memory, yes I am sure it was Mr Wearham who ran it, and Thurs would have been one of the days, was the other night Monday? I played football for the YC and table tennis, they were good nights at the club. Can you remember any names from that time?