HIGH PIT WILMA

Cnny Lass,i'm a bit late in catching up,had a really rough year since last April,Percy had to be re-homed,as he bonded with me,in what was his first adult mating season,in Spring,2018. He was attacking anybody who came near me,in the garden,including my 45-yr old Son,my Wife,and LBJ,who sadly had to put to sleep on February 19th,as she had Lymphoma..Cancer in all her Lymph glands..Kidney Failure,and Arthritis. We never found out from Jon at the Blyth Wildlife Rescue,who took him back into his care after five years with me,where Percy went. All we hope is that he has as good a life as he did at Ally's Kingdom..!![here!] He used to walk into the kitchen when I was either making dinner,or having my meal,sit on my foot,and wait for bits of meat,fish,cheese,apple,ye name it he woud catch it! He is still a big miss!

Stakeford Lass,if you have had personal reasons to dislike Leanne,you are entitled to your opinion,but it IS sad to read comments of a personally derogative nature, which should really be kept between you and Leanne. The fact is,she does an excellent job,is pleasant and efficient,and that's all a customer looks for in any business! I speak well of a lot of ex-miners whose pics have been posted on the Mining threads,who I worked with,but it wasn't all hunky-dory,a thousand feet underground,and miles under the North Sea,at 12-midnight start of the shift,when a canny few lads would have just come from the club! There were aguments...raised tempers..threats to "Gaan owa the car park at lowse",[end of shift],ti fight it oot,but it never happened ,cause we were hardened miners,who depended on each other,so disputes were forgotten within minutes usually! There were those who I wouldn't pass the time of day with,out of the pit,as those who didn't care much for me!...but my point is,this is a great forum,and we don't want it to degenerate into a slanging match between members,in our sight! So please,please,withdraw your comments,and if you have a negative comment to make,please do it in the right manner!! Cheers! HPW.

It was a strange thing to happen,but not long after Bucky's accident,another Marra of mine,[who was actually my "cross-marra"...i.e..Marra's following us on in the next shift,but in wor team],called Tony,had the same thing happen to him. Drilling the coal,scarf gets caught in drill rod...Tony choking but only for a second or two...frightening to experience..but Wilfy,his Marra,saw in an instant what was happening,and in a panic,couldn't think of owt else but ti chop the driller cable through..with an overhead swing of a long-shafted pit-axe. The driller's worked on 110 volts,3-phase,so Wilfy didn't get a lethal shock,in fact he didn't get any shock at all,cos as soon as the cable was shorted,the panel box tripped out rendering it safe. Another lad got he's long hair tangled,and was nearly scalped,but that happened at other pits,so the Coal Board issued the rules about having to wear hairnets for those who had long hair. Tony didn't suffer any injuries and carried on working,but tucked he's scarf well in after that!

Hi Alan, a knew aal these faces at one time,but the ones a dae remember are Billy Savage,smashing lad,really sociable,and Bucky Sharples..both of whom I worked with,both as a Deputy in charge of them,and later alongside them as Marras. No 1 looks like Kevin Hartgrove,or could be Alan Jones...it's the tash..loads of lads had the tash at the time...AND the George Best hairstyles ti gaa wi thi tashes!! [same as when Kevin Keegan came alang wi he's curly perm,ivry toon fan had a curly perm!!]Kevin Hartgrove was like Billy Savage,a real pleasure ti work with. Bucky Sharples,when aa was in charge of him,was the funniest ,likeable,crazy young kid ye cud wish ti meet...aroond 1973-4-ish. Every day he was the same...shouting through the noise of the armoured face conveyor and shearer,to banter on wi me and aal he's Marra's. The 3/4 Drift was driven doon aboot two miles inbye from the shaft landing...not very far at a big pit like Bates,so the ventilation was so intense,the lads on the face had ti wear the waistcoats and scarves aroond their necks..it was freezing and soaking wet aal day and ivry day. One day,Bucky was drilling the coal,ready to fire it doon. His scarf got tangled in the drill rod and wound him up,until his neck was up against the drill rod,and the driller stopped as Bucky let go of the trigger. He was raised up from the ground..on tiptoes..being strangled,when Stan,one of he's Marra's in the Advanced Heading,walked by ti get some timber for his job. Stan glanced at Bucky and saw his face twisted,and he's hand gesturing to his neck..in desperation,but Stan naturally thought it was just Bucky acting hesel'. Stan got two yards past Bucky when the thought hit him that Bucky had an aaful look...he turned and shone he's caplamp onto Bucky and realised that it was a life-threatening situation. Stan got he's knife oot and cut Bucky's scarf through,and Bucky just collapsed onto the ground..unconscious..he was blue in the face. The lads got Bucky onti a stretcher and carried him outbye,where he would be put onto an Ambulance car and taken to the shaft bottom by Deisel Locomotive power. The Consultant told Bucky,when he recovered,that when he was admitted to the Hospital and given life-saving treatment,that he had only about 20 seconds of Oxygen left in his bloodstream,and that if Stan hadn't acted so quickly,or hadn't had a knife in his pocket...it would have been fatal for Bucky. Bucky was a real miss on the Coalface,and when he returned to work,he was given "Light work"..i.e.NOT on the coalface. From the time he came back to work,until Bates Colliery closed,Bucky turned into a quiet, but still canny,lad..but he had lost his sparkle,and zest,that he was well-liked for. He was very lucky to still be alive,but we all knew that he must have suffered Psychological,as well as Physical, damage through the accident. Bucky sadly passed away a few years ago. R.I.P. BUCKY.

....and bringing up thi reor,as usual,is a big hope that yi had a gud'n,Brian!! Cheers Mate!

Hi Gary! Welcome to the forums! Ye'll find there's a lot of gud canny members on here. Noo,as for me,a rite like a taak,not on porpose mind...that's thi way aam is. So,wat aa think,lukkin' at thi sketch,and using me experience of pitwark,is,that yon buildin' was probably..mind a say ...probably...thi pit baths. If ye tek notice it's the forst buildin' ye cum ti off thi entrance road,which was typical,and commmonsensicle,for the pitmen ti waak up thi pit road,and gaan stryt in ti thi baths ti get tha clean claas off,and get tha dorty claas on,ti gaa doon thi pit. That's the way most pits were,except for them pits like Linton pit,which nivvor had baths till not lang afore it closed..wor Aad Chep worked there till it closed from aboot 1944-ish,just when aa was born,and he aalwis came yem black as a craa..alang wi ivry body else.Naebody wud sit aside the Linton Pitmen,on the buses,unless tha was nae seats and they were desperate for a sit-doon! Eggy might find sum aad aerial pics ,[usually tekkn from thi top of thi pit heap,in thi auld days],on Facebook,where we might be able ti get a better idea of thi pit layoot. AA might be a thoosand miles wrang,Gary, it might hae been the boiler-hooses for the steam winders...they were pretty big buildings an aal....a stand to be corrected as aalwis!!

Wow!...wat a smaal world,Alan,aa luv the power of the net for the gud things!Aa probably knew young Peter,but the ravages of time are tekkin their toll sumtimes!Sorry to hear of Peter's Dad's passing...R.I.P. Peter Quinn senior.

Hi Alan,a didn't knaa a Mick Straker by name,but a mighta knaan he's nickname,cos loads a lads were knaan by knickname only...like me at the High Pit. Noo,when a was a young recruited Deputy,in 1971,me first appointment..["Job"],was on 84's Face,up in the Beaumont Seam,at Bates pit. Peter Quinn was one of the men in the team that I was in charge of.Considering that aa was the youngest Deputy at the pit,wi Alan Dickson close behind me,at age 27 yrs,Peter might have been 40-odd,maybe less,so that would mek him in he's mid-80's noo.[cos aam 75 this July..] Can this be the same Peter Quinn,or he's Son/GrandSon...?..aad be interested ti knaa![..Peter worked wi a nice fella also,caaled Geordie Kinsman..hellish gud workers.] Hope we see mair pics popping up from the Bates Lads! Aa lost a 36 exposure 35mm film,in it's can,somewhere on the Screens,or mebbe in the Winderhoose at Bates,on the night that a tuk the pics from up on the pit Heedgear,wi Russell,and it was fully exposed wi a lot of gud shots tekking IN the Winderhoose,and the Screens..it must hae dropped as a was changing the film in the camera. Noo a hope sumbody picked it up and got it developed...we might see them pics one day!

Hi Alan! Gud ti hae wa aan topic for Bates..a knaa it's a Bedltn forum,but tha wus a lot o' Bedlington lads went ti Bates from the Aad Pit in Bedders.[Mining ex-pats?!...so ti speak!]. Definately John Tinmouth far right,a was in charge of him and he's marra's when a was a Deputy,then when a came back into the N.U.M.,in 1978,a worked alang him on Composite/Development work...that was driving new roadways,and winning oot new coal faces. John was famous in the Angling world for catching a 29-pounder Cod fish,off the steps at the Dun Cow jetty in Blyth,many many years ago,and was sick ti death of folk asking him aboot it for years after!! The lad third from the left,a knew very well,but time has erased his name from me memory...if a get a prompt from sumbody,it'll cum back ti me![same wi the lad ? Rose,just canna get names ti fit!]..a knew aal four ,but Bates was a big pit..it cud be owa a year before me and me Brother,and Faatha,wud be in the syem shifts,ti see each other at thi pit!

Thanks Alan,for starting a new topic on Bates,and rightly so....I get engrossed in my memoirs so much that I don't realise I am digressing to other topics!! Also can you pass on my gracious thanks to Keith Wilson for his kind comments on me reminiscing!!...I wonder if Richard is his middle name,and if it is....it is a small world,to me that is!!....but maybe not to Kieth!! I think if he is who I suspect he is,then he will understand what I mean!...[Johnny-B-Goode should be an important clue!] Noo,the pics of the Humford baths brings loads of memories...of jumping into the freezing waata and nearly droondin!!

Hi Bill! Welcome to thi forum! ...I didn't know about the fanhouse you mentioned,but I'm sure my Son will know..I'll have him asked tomorrow. The structure in the river gave me a blast from the past!...there used to be two huge pipes suspended over the river,and carried on the centre pedestal.It's years since I was up the river,so I canna mind how big the diameter was,of the pipes,but I do know they must have been about three feet at least..cos we kids,at about 10-or 11 years old,used to climb around that red brick parapet,which had a wrought iron gate..locked..to prevent anyone getting onto the pipes!The mossy cement "Haunching",you can see on the left,where the small access ladder is,was our means of getting onto the pipes.by clinging to the brickwork,and edging our small feet around on that sloping haunched bit till we got onto the pipes...we used to say that if our Mothers' could have seen us walking..even running..across the river,on the pipes high up...they would murder us!! They were probably aboot 20 feet high,but that was a lang way up when ye were just owa three feet tall yasell! We used ti lie owa thi side,and see who could scratch their initials the furthest doon the side,withoot faalin' inti thi river....taak aboot laddies?!! Aam just trying ti reckon up..thi holes in the stonework show the diameter,and if the stones are aboot 15 inches thick,then the holes cut through two-and -a-bit,of the stones,so aam not far away in me rckoning. If they were measured and found to be a lot less,then it just shows hoo daring ...and glaaky!,us kids were ti choose a playgroond like that!! In them days,aroond 1954-on,till we grew up and more adolescent interests took over!...there were dozens of us kids roaming the woods and fields at any one time..if it wasn't us Hollymoontaa's,it was the Millfielders,the Beatty-Roaders,or combinations of aal three "gangs" of kids...that's wat laddies did... Anywheh,thanks for prompting me memoirs...luvly seeng this pic of my "Kingdom"!! Education being a wonderful thing,I am noo thinking that the brick building would have housed "Stop-valves", to switch the water supply from one to the other in the event of a major burst,much like the pumped water systems we had underground at Bates pit,and indeed,probably every big colliery..unlike the total abscence of such systems in the smaller old-fashioned hand-filling pits like Choppington High Pit.["Ring-Main" systems were used..that's what this system would have been..]

I was really sad at hearing of Matty's passing,he was a great teacher who balanced strict discipline with a fond affection for his pupils,and gained a lot of respect. I am pleased that I caught up with Matty at his home as I was passing by on the way to my Mother's house,one day,to shake his hand and thank him for making a man of me.We had a good crack,and he remembered my family,he taught me and my three Sisters,and my older Brother.He was still a true gentleman ...I am now approaching 75 years of age,and can vividly remember him singing on Parent/Teacher's open days..lovely baritone voice.[in the mid-1950's] Great teacher ..will be sadly missed by all who knew him. R.I.P. Matty Hall,Sir. Bill Allison.

A bit late as usual, for me,Joe,but many thnks for keeping me reet!

A bit late for catching up!..but if you kind folks like a bit of Country and Western,I'd strongly recommend you go out and buy "Soul of the West" by Singer/Songwriter Clint Bradley. Clint hails from the New Forest area in Kent[?],and has been around the music business for decades,with his band "The BlueCats". There is the odd note where he sounds like Johnny Cash,then the next he sounds like Roy Orbison..then Jim Reeves..not intentionally,he has such a vocal range,and quality of tone,that comments from places like Nashville etc,cannot believe he is an Englishman...he sounds better than a lot of so-called Nashville Country music these days..[Nashville not producing Artists like those in days gone by...sad to say!] My Son,Darren Allison,[Music Producer/Engineer],mixed and co-produced the album,and so it's natural that I would like the world to hear it,but even if that wasn't the case,I would still be singing it's praises for what is a fine collection of original songs. There are no studio tricks or magic on this CD,..no dreaded Auto-tune!!,no Pedal-Steel,..just Clint,Vocals, Guitar,and Harmonica...Dave Luke on Lead Acoustic Guitar and Mandolin,Miss Connie Everard on Accoustic Double Bass,Nick Evans on good old Dobro Guitar,Danny Kelly on rums and Percussion,Darren Allison on Drums,Percussion,Mandolin,and Rhythm Guitar,Quentin Hutchinson on French Horn. Clint's last Album "Riding after Midnight",was heavily featured on Paddy McDee's late night show for several weeks,he played a different track each week..and received a good response from his listeners,and this new one has a big write-up and a great review in this month's edition of "Country Music People"..and was number 6 in the Country music charts. Sym,I never knew you were a Stones Fan!!..I had the great pleasure of playing all their tracks,both singles,and all their album tracks,as they were just coming into the charts..when I was just a skittering young Ched wi' a snotty beak! Initial stage fright soon gave way to ecstasy playing "Little Red Rooster","You can make it if you try","If you need Me","The Last Time"..and everything else in between,that they released till we broke in 1966...it was a fantastic time to be a Lead Guitarist in a Group!

Eh Alan!..a jumped the gun there noo! It's that lang since a was on the forum seriously,aam way behind on a lot of topics! Aav e-mailed the Radio Station,and added ,after me request,that a found them from this forum,giving them me HPW logo as well as me full name!...cos a divvent knaa hoo Ovalteeny's real name is! Here's hoping for a reply and some airplay!

A bit slow of catching up,Alan,but DID at last! Thanks!

Hi Alan!...What's with Oalteeny's radio programme? ...new to me! Thanks for letting me know! ..I need the frequency it broadcasts on....!

Jimmy McCullough married my next door neighbour's Daughter in the mid-50's.His Grand-Daughter lives in Wales now,and if you haven't ever visited her U-tube channel..You might find it very interesting,especially if you ,like myself,are a Shadows fan,or any other guitar related music.Her name is Zoe McCullough,and her Girl-Band are called "The Cricketts"...obviously an influence from Buddy Holly's group.."The Crickets"...[in the mid/late 1950's/60's "Bands" were Brass..."Groups/Rock/Pop/Blues/Vocals.."..were Guitar orientated] It's a pity Jimmy never lived to see how Zoe's music career took her to play with a lot of the Great Guitarists,especially all over America and Europe. I wouldn't be surprised,if Jimmy's Brother-in-Law, Billy,took these old photos,'cos when we were kids growing up in Hollymount Square,every event that ever happened in Bedlington,was captured by Billy,both on Kodak Brownie.[in the 1950's]...right through to the Digital age..and also 8mm Cine film,through to digital videocams...including my Wedding in 1967..which I never saw and would dearly love to have seen! It was a mighty grand design for a roundabout,in a place where we still had Horse-drawn vehicles ,and the new car was the Ford Anglia/Popular series,[looks like!.]...and the new Truck-of-the-day..was the Thames Trader! I rode my push-bike up that road from Hollymount Sq,to Choppington High Pit,up Guide-post Road,every day from 1959 to 1965,[having rode these roads from 1956,at 12 years old,on a leisurely basis],and even to this day,you wouldn't class it as having a severe congestion problem!!

Clint Bradley is a Country and Western singer/songwriter who hails from the New Forest area [doon sooth] He has just released a new album called.."Soul of the West"..it is brilliant,and a recommended buy for fans of this kind of music. My Son..Darren Allison mixed and Co-Produced the album,with a lot of the production being done at he's own Studio..["Triangle Studios"..in North Finchley]. It's natural that I would want to plug the Album,but I can genuineley say that even if Daz hadn't been involved with it,I would still recommend it as a good buy. Clint has written 100% of the material on the CD,and you can hear influences of Marty Robbins,and other great Country artists coming over with Clint's smashing voice. Try listening to free soundbytes on his site..."Joshuas Yellow Boy" stands out for me, a story similar to "El Paso"...featuring the Winchester rifle with this name..["Yellow Boy"]. Give it a try folks...you won't be disappointed!

Heh heh!Canny Lass,a was aboot 12 yeors aad when Miss Thew clapped me ear from behind..and a nivvor saw her coming,so a got a gliff,for a start,and then a saw stars cos it wasn't just a "wee clip roond the ears"...it was a full on flat hand owa me ear..and it's a wonder she didn't burst me eardrum..it was a stupid thing ti dae,a wud rather have had a cane owa me hands,or Danny's sandshoe owa me bare hintend...whey not aal bare..but bare legs wi thin p.e. shorts on! But it larned me nivvor ti taak in class ivvor again! Noo if AA had ti write aboot ...Loquiracity...ner...loquakity....anywheh!...a wud still be theor yit!!! Aye,Mr Bebbington took maths at the Whitley ..he was a great teacher!

Peter Whitiker is the only lad a can mind of on this pic,he also went doon the pit when he passed he's apprenticeship. He was a reet canny lad as weel,quiet,sociable..when a think back,we had a greet big bunch of canny lads,that's hoo the banter and comradeship was so strong and binding! Some of the lads went on ti be Engineers,Harry Ross,Joe Tansey,instantly come ti mind..they were gud fitters,John Bennett..electrician..went ti be an engineer..Steve Carroll was a mechanical engineer..last time a saw Stevie was alang the road at the Stakeford Welfare,he was running..[or helping ti run?] the Bowling Club...that was a few years ago..Geordie Lawson..electrician..John Coultas..fitter..Ted Carse.fitter...[he's Faatha was a Deputy..a really funny fella,and a gud marra of mine when aa was a Deputy] ..a cud gaan on and on...aal smashing natured lads.. It was a culture shock when a got ti working in factories and small Cabinet-maker's workshops,after the pits closed ..better working conditions but nae comradeship or banter like doon the stinking black hole!

Whey yi bugga!Barry Muldoon went on ti Deputy -work and eventually became Face-Overman in charge of wor District doon the Three-Quarter drift..well-liked and respected by all the lads.One day we had a stretcher-case,and we carried the lad oot doon the Mothergate till we came to a lang deep swalley..pump had burnt out,[which was the norm!],and the water was above waist high..Barry was with us escorting the stretcher bearers,[me included!]..the swalley was about 50 yards long,and ye cud see the girder crowns gaan away in the reflection of the black stinking water.Barry looked at me,[cos aa hadn't been off Deputy-work very long,and had more pit experience than him..with respect..],a said to him.."Barry..we haven't got any choice...!" ...he looked at me again and replied.."ya reet bill..aal stop the belt.." He went to a "Latch-box",safety stop-button,and stopped the conveyor belt.We humped the stretcher,with the lad strapped onto it,high up onto the coal-laden conveyor belt,Bill Etheridge..[my long time Marra..and "pit-Brother"]..lay completely flat on top of the coal,facing outbye,and holding the stretcher handles to steady it,and aa did the same thing at the other end of the stretcher..only aa was laid flat and facing INBYE!,going out legs first,and fully trusting Bill to direct me when to keep my head down in the coal,when to move my head to one side or the other,to avoid broken timber struts from taking my head off,etc.[cos the roof was only aboot 12 inches above us in places!] Barry stayed in control at the latchbox,and "Janted" the conveyor,[got the conveyor belt button man to switch the belt on and off in short bursts],each time the belt would run about 15 yards and stop...we were thrown up and down over the rollers and the lad on the stretcher was screaming in pain...but there was no option..we were in a dead-end situation,at this point the conveyor belt was slung high to the roof because of the deep swalley,to keep the belt-line straight and level as possible,but it mean't we couldn't get back off the belt once we had cleared the water,so Barry had to keep Janting the belt for about a hundred yards till we were near to the ground again..! Maybe doesn't sound much of a story,but I can tell you that going backwards on a conveyor,nearly ten feet up from the ground,in bad conditions,with the risk of being thrown off the belt,or the belt breaking with continuous Janting,and being cast into four feet deep black freezing water..wasn't much fun..and I can honestly say I had the wind up until we were safely on the ground again. After that,we had to carry the stretcher half a mile more outbye,and up a quarter-mile long drift,with a 1-in -6 gradient,rough-shot stone ground..slipping and sliding all the way,and hanging onto the girders with one hand for support,and holding the stretcher with the other hand. Barry was cool as a cucumber the whole way,with no flustering at all...a great lad to have in charge![funny situations occurred like that,where I used to be in charge of a team,one minute,then some of the teams went to be Deputies,and Overman,then they would be in charge of me..!!] Les Coleman..[Deceased..R.I.P. Les..],was one of our fitters when we were winning new coal-faces and roadways oot..["Composite-work"..it was called..]. Les wasn't very tall,or well-built,but what a fitter he was,among the best...and we had some gud fitters,and electricians!! He wud have been an apprentice on this pic,cos he was an underground coalface fitter full-time....so would Jimmy Mulvain,he was an affectionate quiet lad,unlike Les and all the tradesmen,who had wits sharper than a pit bowsaw!!..ye had ti be ready ti counter most of the crew,or they would make mincemeat of you,in front of an audience underground..Jimmy didn't have that in him...so docile and mannerly,he used to take a lot of flak from his Marra's..in the way of banter! Eh! These pics bring back loads of memories! Sadly,a lot of the lads died at very early ages,and we often wonder if it was through handling fluids such as Phosphate-Esters ,Hydraulic fluids,Aquacent soluble hydraulic fluid,gear oils etc..another one was "Rodol",a caustic agent used to burn heavy Carbon deposits off the Flame-traps on the Diesel loco's used underground..as well as diesel fumes and exhaust fumes from the loco's. We will never know.. Thanks for posting Alan,and could you pass my regards ti Steve,please!

REET! AAM BACK!Heh heh..it's funny hoo when we were little,we didn't like school...it was a waste of gud playing-doon-thi-woods...time! Noo,as we near thi end of wor stay on this planet,[whey sum o' us...i.e.!],we tend ti luk bak wi fondness at wa skyuul-time! Aa started thi Village Infant's School,[noo a block of ugly flats!],opposite St Cuthbert's Church,in 1949,and can remember me forst days,playing wi coloured Plasticene,and bonny -coloured shiny cardboard round "Counters"...as they were caaled.Mrs Smith was my forst teacher,a luvly gentle woman,who eventually gave up on tryin' ti mek me learn ti write wi me right hand,cos a just adamantly refused,and kept puttin' thi pencil bak inti me left hand![..and aam still a cowie-hander..!]..then a remember thi Headmistress,Mrs Oliver,and she was also a lovely quiet woman who never needed to raise her voice. Then came thi Whitley...! For me and me 10-yeor-younger babby sister,we had the benefit of wor aader Brother and Sisters' experience and forwarnings aboot different teachers at the Whitley. A vividly remember me aadest Sister,now deceased,R.I.P. Wor June..telling me aboot Mrs Pallister,thi Dragon..!She terrified me wi tales of Mrs Pallister shouting at thi class....whey it came ti pass,that in the year of me gaaning inti "Standard ?..[1.2.3or4..?],on thi forst mornin',aal thi kids were taakin' excitedley,and lood..as kids dae...when thi door oppened..and this huge woman was standin' theor...arms folded...icy stare ...lukkin' aroond at ivrybody,cos some kids hadn't seen her cum in.... "SIT UP....AND SHUT UP...."! were her forst words..loud..and a mean...LOUD! The whole class sat bolt upright..and yi cud hear ya aan heart beatin'. "I'm Mrs Pallister"...[LAAANG space...!]..then....."Paddy whack thi drumstick to you lot"...she said in a quieter laughin' tone of voice..as she wagged her finger at the whole class...... Whey , thi whole class fell apart laughing,and she joined in the fun wi us aal....! THAT!..was thi best,and most memorable teacher-introduction I ever experienced throughout my schyuul life! She was a lovely teacher,built like Peggy Mount,for those who can remember the "LARKINS"..,and could,and did,occasionally raise her voice,but only to those kids who needed chastising.Overall,it's fair ti say thi class loved her..cos she was so funny wi us aal. On ti Mrs Maize,again,luvly quiet pleasant teacher,who was gaan wi Mr Dodds,a very stern strict teacher who had us aal scared withoot saying owt!..but he was a gud teacher..strapped ya hands for taakin' in class..[shudn't hae taaked in class ...me Mother sed....!] Mr Doddsy,and Mrs Maize used ti waak aroond thi playgrund haadin hands,and aal thi kids used ti gang up and follow them aroond singin'..."Maizy dotes on Quaker Oats,and Semolina Puddin'"...and aav got a vivid picture in me heed of Mrs Maize turnin' roond and lukkin' at us wi a luvly smile on her face!...she tuk it in fun,but Doddsy didn't,and a aalwis wondered why he didn't hae us aal up for strappin' after playtime was owa,lukkin' back,he probably didn't want ti show her he's bad side!! He suffered aaful wi Malaria attacks,caught when he was in the middle or far east in the army during the war..we were told at thi time. Mrs Molden...!...IVRYBODY knew Mrs Molden.."aad moldy cheese" the kids caaled her..my genuine apologies for any distress caused by these comments,but this is a true account of my schooldays at the Whitley! I was aboot 8 yrs old,quietly singin' ti mesell',daeing me lesson wi me heed doon in me book...writing,when she howked me oot in front of 40-odd pupils in wor class. "Hand out ,Allison.."[brandishing the strap..]..."What for Miss?....what have I done?"...."What have you done..?"..[shrieking!].."Talking in class,Boy.." "But I wasn't talking Miss.." [I pleaded..]..."Then what WERE you doing..pray...?"..[sarcastically..].."Singing..Miss".. "Oh!..singing?!"....[sarcastically...again!].."Come on then,sing us a solo.."..[noo aam shaking like a leaf wi fear,cos a didn't knaa wat a solo was..!] Aam standing silent.."..and what were you singing,Boy..?"..."Will the Angels play their harps for me..Miss" [an aad 1920's? shellac record oot wor aad gramophone!] "And do you think the Angels WILL play their harps for you?..."..[more sarcasm...taunting me in front of the whole class..psychologically disturbing..],.."No Miss".."Then sit down Boy,and no more singing..!"...[Phew..nae strap,at least,but het under thi collar!] It was a real change ti hae Mr Davidson next,he was a real soft gentleman,went oot o' he's way ti show us aal sorts of crafts,growing cress,daffs,in bowls on the windaesill,mekking xmas santy's wi papier mache owa a milk bottle,tellin' stories endlessly,aboot he's wartime duty in Egypt,Moont Everest,climbing up thi Pyramids...endless!! We were aal sad ti leave he's class! "Please Sir,show us how to wiggle your ears"...middle of Maths..Mr Bebbington!!..chaak doon..Ear-wiggling lesson starts...just like that!...HE was great! THEN came Mr Matty Hall..Gud lukking kid...luvly singer...strong as an ox..arms like Garth!Great teacher,but taak in class..and boy..he's blackboard ruler had a lood voice when it spoke!..a think the lang split in thi ruler med it worse..it's a wonder aal thi lads didn't grow up wi high sqeaky voices,cos the force of the ruler banged your front onti the desk yi were bent owa,and med yi pain atween ya legs for a lang time! Keep your nose clean,and he was the best teacher yi could wish for! We aal knaa aboot aad Nicky,the heedmaster,so aal gaa stryght up ti Westridge...it'd be unfair ti class one teacher against another,cos ti me,they were aal gud teachers,some stood oot for their characters more than others maybe,like Wor Danny Douglas,Mr Abrahart,Mr Freeman,but other quieter teachers like Mr Johnson.[who was my after-hours electronics Mentor/Marra..till I left shool],Mr Epsley,Metalwork/tech.drawing,Miss Nicholson,luvly lass..music teacher,Miss Short..again,luvly P.E teacher,Miss Thew..luvly...but cross her by taaking in class...like aa did...WHACK..!..her flat hand hard as hell stryght onti me ear..wonder it didn't bust me eardrum!.. Mr Marley,English teacher....VERY strict,but equally sociable at times. Mr Hemming,best Headmaster aa ever had..taught us aal aboot thi weather patterns ,and hoo they are formed,it was he who spurred me on ti hae an interest in Meteorology..ti this day! Aam having trouble noo...! a remember other teacher's faces,but canna put names or positions,to them!..a must be gettin' aad! Tony,are you awake ,are you awake..sonna lamantero....heh heh!! A telt ye ti fetch a sleeping bag...hope aav jogged a memory or two for somebody! Cheers!

Tony,it's too late at neet for me to start.....but aal be back....get ya coffee ready.....and a sleeping bag......!!!!!!

James..[and Reedy..],when I was very young,about 8 or 9 years old,and throughout the 1950's,and living in Hollymount Square,every night at the same time,approximately 9-0pm,we used to hear a thump from the floor..accompanied by a rattle of window panes,an I was learn't by my miner father that it would have been the caunchmen firing the caunch down. As I grew older and went into night shift..[5-0pm start] at the Bedlington Aad pit,it made sense to me why it was usually the same time every night...just how the cycle of operations used ti gaan,in the days of hand-filled coal faces. The AB arc-shearer in the pic was wat we used at the high main/main coal seam at the Aad pit,only they didn't have the cable reels attahed..it was aal muscle power howking cables aroond! One thing that impressed me was the absolute ultimate piece of engineering underground,and the most underrated,and took for granted,bit of gear.....was the "Combined-heads" at the front of the machine to which the cutting jib was mounted upon. Whoever designed the heads,must have had a gud heedpiece on thasell's! If you could have seen these heads with the access plates off,exposing the multi-action sets of gearing...spur..helical..double-helical...worm and pinion..clutches here and there,all gears and head controls operated by one multi-position "Handle"...this guy didn't get a knighthood for this machine design..a bet..,but it was ivry bit as ingenious as putting an engine /gearbox/transmission unit in a minicar!!...come ti think of it..VIC..!..Did ye work on these machines at the workshops? The jib could be rotated on it's spindle through 360 degrees,slewed nearly 250 degrees,lifted from nearly [but not fully] ground level,to a height which was above the height of the body of the machine,to be used as a "Top-cutter"..it would have been great to be able to have a demo video done in the workshops,with gud lighting,to show the capabilities of this amazing machine...we used to balance 15feet long x 8"x6" straight steel girders on the jib after "waffling " a full cut of coal in a 10foot high seam,and slew the jib in a vertical configuration,very slowly,to lift the girders against the roof,leaving us to put the "Enders" [end props] in at each side of the gateway. It could also cut vertically,so you could cut the face with a conventional undercut,then cut the face at the centre of the winnings,floor to roof,so creating a "T" cut,the idea being that you fire the left side first,then the right sideand so reducing the blast effect,by using less "Pooda"-explosives,because of having more free faces to fire off. Mind,these were no ordinary "pit -props"..!,they were 10-feet long x 1 foot thick ,virtual telegraph poles cut to length! We used to use the machine as a haulage engine to pull the conveyor belt boxend in,during belt extensions,as well as other heavy tasks,to save on muscle-power!! We had a saying underground..."ye divvent use these...[biceps flexed like Popeye!]...when ye can use these..[pointing ti wa heed!.."] Pit folklore had it that one of thi lads at thi Aad pit was caught by the Manager cutting he's Initials inti the 10-feet high coalface,the machine was that versatile that Aa cud have cut my Logo WA [with the A spliced over the W],with ease!!...like the AB logo on the side of this machine! This looks like a 10-foot long jib,so this machine would cut a gateway 24-feet wide in one slew,and the picks are set up to cut from right -to-left.