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  1. Thanks Al,me being only three,nearly four,can just remember the older ones,aboot 7..or..8 years,frightening me and my little mates,by shouting here's aad Borkley,[slang!],and sure enough,aad Borkley wud cum charging doon through the trees,he never came owa the pipe,ti wor side,but as a grew up,a got ti thinking,that HE must have hated kids!
  2. Might have been a small class at Barn'ton,but at the Bedlington village infants School,and the Whitley Memorial,average classes were around 40 pupils,20 of each laddies and lassies. I have a class photo taken in 1949,at the Village infants school,which I am on,aged 5 years,and there was 43 pupils in that class!,all well-behaved,and kept right,at home as well,by parents who were at home to teach us right from wrong...."p's...n...q's..".etc! I've got a copy of a class photo of Barn't'n school,when they had a fancy dress parade for the gala,or some other reason,Alan Dixon,will know better,cos I didn't attend that school. I'll try and upload it if I can!
  3. Jimmy had a massive brain haemorrage a few years ago,Al,and survived it.A saw him ootside Gleghorn's a while after,and spoke to him...[me gud aad guitarist marra]... He looked at me,vacantly,and when a sed yi dae knaa me divvent yi?,Jimmy?....he said,whey aye,it's eh....eh....eh.....[thinking hard and looking mair vacant,...eh....it's Billy,isn't it..? A knew then,hoo bad he was,cos HE NEVER....EVER....caaled me Billy,in the years since we first met,in the High main seam,at the A pit in Bedlington, aroond aboot 196.....the year Bomar pit closed....was it 1966, Alan....? Titchie Wilson,[thi owaman,]..placed me and Jimmy on Supplies,cos tha was nea piece-work,and we hit it off immediately,both being Shadows fans,and playing their music. It was sad to see me Marra like this,but we still had a gud crack,noo a divvent knaa if he is still here or not.
  4. That's interesting,Al,never knew about the skeletons ,and the "poltergeist"? activity. On the subject of Netherton Lonnen,a think it's a disgrace that it was allowed ti be closed doon ti allow toxic waste ti be tipped so close ti the Barrington Burn,for the risk of leaching...which the contractors promised wouldn't happen!! The lonnen was a smashing place ti walk up on summer's days,and a haven for blackies in the autumn!! The Burn is filthier noo,than it was when Choppington High Pit was ganning,and we pumped aal the minewater oot the pit inti that burn! It runs Greeny-Broon aal thi time noo,God knaa's wat's in it,but a bet tha's nae Burn troot in,like there was even up ti thi 1970's. Can anybody mind Jimmy Mitchell,the pit band-leader?[Netherton pit..i.e.] He was the Home Guard Instructor,during the war,and was the Uncle of My Brother's Wife,also from Netherton pit village. Robbie Cowell [?],had the garage on the entrance ti thi village,if my memory is correct,I only knew cos he was my friend's Uncle,and we used ti go up and cadge windscreen wiper motors,off aad cars, ti experiment with,to further our knowledge of the principles and uses of electricity!...[ aged aboot 13years!] We used ti strip the wire off the coils inside,and use it ti build other projects,not your average 13-year-old s normal activity![ I had friends who,at thi same age as me,were still playing "Jappa's and English"...!!]
  5. Looks mid-sixties to me,haircuts,"modern" carry-cot and wheels,demountable for putting on the back seat of the car,[for those people who had cars ti put thi bugga's on....like!],in the mid fifties it was scalped short back-and-sides![for the lads...i.e...]
  6. "Noo thaa..aat reminds me of thi time when oor Frankie played for Manchester....?....."!!!!!! That was his crack every week when it was his session with us.[Frankie Brennan was a great footballer in the fities.....so old Frankie-his Dad,used to tell us!] Aa alwis liked him,Alan,but you are right,not many laughs and carry-on! Howw,Alan,aad forgot aboot Geordie Raffery,mind ,HE was a gud crack! He wud use stories [like me!],ti illustrate thi principles of first-aid,and how you had ti use your loaf and improvise in emergencies...... Like he told us how he attended a lady who had fallen,and had a compound fracture..[bones sticking oot her leg..]. Nae stretchers on the scene,nae splints,so he ripped a fence doon in sumbody's garden,tore his own shirt up ti mek bandages,[as you would...],and got the lady to hospital,and saved her life from loss of blood...[oh and he put a torniquet on...[canna dae that noo...so says the book!!] Next thing he knew was a summons from the police for damaging the blokes fence!!...[did he mek these stories up or what?!!...it was supposedly a close-knit mining community!!]
  7. Would Mr Berkely have lived at Willow Bridge,Choppington,[the bungalow and land just over the bridge,on the right hand side,as you head for Scotland Gate?] There was an orchard in the small green field,[called "Borkley's orchard"],and very thickly planted small wood,by the Barrington burn,and a big old house where the bungalow stands at the top of the bank. In about 1947,when I was three,me,and my older Brother,and two older Sister's plus friends,[and Cousin's],used to play down on the pipe which goes over the burn.[ it was still there last time i looked over the bridge not long ago!] Now when we crossed over to the orchard, from Storey's buildings side,we usually got chased by "aad Borkley"....[the name even sounded spooky to us kids!] What were kids as young as three doing,sitting astride a pipe and hitching over a clarty stream,helped by the older 7-year olds?!!! We weren't 20 yards away from home. One of my older sister's fell into the sleck once,[black silt from coal mine water],aged about 4 years,and she was covered from head to foot in the black sleck,and stinking! When her little friends took her home,[as I say...20 yards!!],my Granda opened the door and asked who the poor little lassie was,and for the others to get her home straight away,cos..."she'll catch hor deeth o' caad...."...[she will catch her death of cold....!]. The others all chipped in that it was "yor Betty man....". Mother played hell wi Bett and smacked her backside,before cleaning her up...!!!! This was in the middle of the war,rations,nae money for food,never mind clothes....hard times...reasons for an irate parent to act irrationateley?..... ...easy to criticise..but that's how it was in those days!
  8. Heh heh! Tony,that's a blast from thi past....Jimmy Milne's Son!!! [a forgot aboot him!] Aav got 2 Meccano sets,[ Nos 4 and 6 sets] ,combined into the original No 6 box,with instructions and plans for thi models,wat Santy brought me for Christmas,aroond 1954,a wudda been ten years aad. Santy got them off Jimmy Milne,at his shop next door ti thi Northumberland Arms. Wat did NVR stand for?[...nice valve radios?....neat valve radios?.. no-valve radios?..Nae valve radios ......heh heh]!!
  9. Er...may i add that I was given "The enemy within" free of charge at a local boot sale!....no way would I put money in the coffers of the butcher who destroyed my [and the rest of the mining] community. The link above says that miners claims about troops being used were false. Well,I only wish an old marra of mine ,who also worked at Bates,as I did, during the 1984 strike,could come on to this site,[if he is still alive...],and give his personal account of this claim. He had a Son who was in H.M Armed forces,stationed in the Falklands. He often chatted to me about his Son,and was proud as a peacock of him. I didn't see My Marra until after the strike was over.[for a whole year] As soon as we got down the pit,on our return to work,I asked how his Son was getting on,and his face fell looking very sad. I instantly felt something terrible had happened to his Son,while in action. He turned to me and said.."Billy,aal nivvor speak to him again,aav dis-owned him,after what he has done to me." I said if it was confidential,I would understand,but he started to tell me how he was standing on a picket line,quietly,when squads of "policemen" marched past him with "military precision"[in his words] With a million to one chance of fate,His Son marched past him within two feet from his own face. His Son was dressed in a police uniform..eyes forward,peaked-cap down over his eyes..head up. He spoke to his Son quickly,asked what he was doing here in that uniform.... His Son never flinched,or even looked at his Dad,he marched with the rest,and only spoke to say..."Orders are orders,Dad" My marra broke down in tears while was telling me this,and I could feel the hurt he was feeling. He went on tearfully re-capping everything He had told me over the years,how he had attended his Son's passing-out parade with pride ,etc, and now he was a broken man,telling me he would never speak to his Son again. I tried in vain to make him understand his Son's position,without success. I never asked about the lad again,not wanting to hurt my marra. Don't ANYONE ever try to convince me that thousands of police officers all over our country,marching in fours with military precision,naturally and deliberately displaying acts of violence,drumming on riot shields to intimidate defenceless unarmed civilians,beating one of my close freinds black and blue,and breaking bones,are really our own canny police forces!! I saw my friend in Ashington hospital,during the strike,on crutches,and I asked if he had been in a car accident,he was so badly hurt,and bruised. "Police beat me up in the big Police van,Billy,but the surgeons have taken photo's of my injuries,and are supporting me in my claim for damages against the Police force."[He won his case] Now,the big question is,WHERE did all the "Police " disappear to,after the strike was over? I'll tell you where...Back to their bases.....! Everybody,including the Police,recently,are starting to take useless strike action ,for more pay,with not a cat in hell's chance of success,cos thatcher made it clear,if she could destroy the miners unon,all the others would follow!! Anyone qualified to dispute my comments?!! Rant over for tonite! Sorry for getting wound up!
  10. I think you are right Cympil,he's got more hair and a thinner face! Er......apart from the fact that it's not Scargill !!!! Arthur didn't attempt to bring the government down,thatcher-the-hatcheter deliberately tried to smash the N.U.M. ,with the philosophy,[in her own words mind..]"if i can destroy the miners union,then all the rest of the unions will follow" The first page of Ian McGregor's biography reads...[and I quote].."margaret thatcher phoned me and said ..."Ian,i want a confrontation with the miners,how should i go about it?" Ian replied...
  11. Heh heh!If that's not Joe Gormley,aal eat grass!!
  12. Luvly to see these pics,but as an old ex-miner,the term "lodge member" doesn't project the stark,dangerous ,hostile, environment,in which this poor mineworker sacrificed his life for coal. I would have rather seen the comment to read "coalminer". This draping of the banner broadcast the sad loss of a marra to 150,000 people who used to attend the Miner's Picnic in the old days,and sometimes there was more than one banner draped.....
  13. Great pics,the Rostrum looks a bit different now,with all the murals painted on it.
  14. Alan,can ye mind Jimmy Smout daeing his first-aid mock-ups? At Bedlington A pit,[for other people-Alan!],there was a mocked-up coal-face,on the surface,where Jimmy Smout used to re-create an accident scene,being a fall of stone from the roof on the "face",and an injured miner lying under the roof fall,with serious injuries,bones sticking out of his leg,etc. Jimmy was better than any professional film make-up person!! He would disappear from the first-aid class for a quarter of an hour,then realistically come running into the room,urgently calling for help,his Marra was trapped in a fall of stone...."howway lads,mek sharp,me marra's badly hurt,ye'll need a stretcher......"[he was a hell of an actor as well!!] We would take the part,as we were training for,and rush in to rescue the "trapped" miner. The first time we did this,aged 15 years,straight from a school desk,some of the young lads were almost sick,seeing leg bones sticking out from bleeding tissues,black and blue bruising all over,swollen flesh...... Jimmy was a smashing fella,very well-liked by everybody. Alan,did Jimmy also have a magic trick or two,or am I getting mixed up with another instructor at Seaton Burn training gallery?.... No!!!...it's come to me,it was Tommy Aldis [ginger haired bloke],at Seaton Burn pit. Happy days eh?...little did we knaa wat we were letting wasell's in for!!
  15. Heh heh!....couldn't be two ear-wigglers in our schools...could there?!! Cheers! Bill.
  16. Hi Orloff! Probably was related. I started Westridge the very first day it opened in 1956[!!!!!],and I didn't know anybody by that name,if they didn't come from the Whitley school. But in later life,I worked with the Thornton Bro's Dad,Geordie,and Uncle Jackie,down Bedlington A pit,in the mid-sixties. They came from Bedlington Doctor pit,when it closed.Canny fella's and really gud worker's,and that trait has followed on with Geordie and Keith,who run the business.[old Geordie's Sons] There was another Thornton,related, who had a car repair,and welding shop,next to the Coffin chapel,at Bedlington,in the 1960's,so young Walter was probably his Son.[mind,I'm not sure about that,just a suggestion!] Cheers Orloff! Bill.
  17. How old would Mary be now?,I'm now willing to accept,there is some confusion in my mind,about Keith Cooney courting the lass from the V.G. shop,in the mid-60's,but she was definitely family,if Tommy didn't have a Daughter,then who was she? Keith introduced me to her,in the 60's,at the Market-Place Club,at a Labour party social evening,and often talked about her,down the pit,at bait-times,in general conversation. If it was Mary,that would explain things,but this lass was definitely associated with V.G. shop owner family,cos he used to talk about having dinner with the family,as we all did,when we young and courting....nowt oot thi ordinary....just conversation I'm really sorry to hear that Mildred,[Milly-but my family never used that nickname for her..],has passed away.and Tommy being in a home. I saw them in Rothbury a year or two ago,and had a gud crack,after Mildred had her last operation,and she seemed in a canny fettle. Trouble is,it's not how well people look,it's how they feel inside,and she was probably going through the mill then. They were the loviest couple you could ever wish to meet.R.I.P. Mildred. My thoughts go out to Tommy and his family.
  18. Hi Hazel,pleased to hear from you on this site,I didn't know Heather, was married!! Her Dad played in my house with my [ten-years-younger -than- me!],Sister,from being born...well....almost! His Grandma and Granda Wright,lived directly next door to me. He,[her Dad],was very much influenced by hearing my Shadows records playing constantly,in the 60's,and also hearing.and seeing, me playing all their tracks,and every other guitarist's tracks also. So much so,that when Zoe came along,she also became influenced by the same music,due to her Dad playing the Shadows constantly! Now,when you see Zoe's website,and see just where in the world she has been,and who she has played along with,on stage,it's satisfying to know that good music has played such a huge part in her life. They are both lovely girls,as are their parents! Give everyone in the family my love,when you see them! I think Her Dad knows who I am!,from what I have said here! Just show him my comments!! Cheers, Bill.
  19. Might have been,canny lass,was he aboot six foot four tall and stocky alang wi' it? Smiley,cheery,face,and really canny-natured. Wiggled his ears great!
  20. A builder-friend of mine told me that when he was on the team that renovated the rectory[?] at the Ashington side of Sheepwash bridge,beside the traffic lights,they found loads of boxes of ancient records and financial documents,plans,etc in the loft of the house. How old is that property,Alan,thought you would know..! Don't know what happened to the documents,I presume they would surely have given them to Woodhorn colliery museum.
  21. Was the V.G. shop there before the Spar? Aam sure it was there,when aa was transferred to Bedlington A pit,[opposite],in 1965,from Choppington High Pit. There was a street of hooses where the garage and post-office is noo. When the hooses were pulled doon,Lawson's meat lorry used ti come from Scotland,and dae a full change-over of his load,onto another lorry,based here, [a relay in other words],and they used ti be parked exactly where the garage is noo. Aa was courting me Wife,at Grange Park,and used ti waak up every night,ti Hollymoont,and would pass the two lorries parked up,back-to back,and see them trundling trolleys of meat from one to thi other.[maybe three times a week] It was always aboot 1-0 am,so the general public wouldn't knaa aboot it. Can anybody mind this? Lawson's of Dyce was the firm,are they still going?
  22. Can anybody remember Mr Epsly buying an old 1948-ish car,for the metalwork students ti pull apart and learn how re-build it.[aam saying old...it would only have been aboot eight years old,but in them days cars were ready for massive welding jobs,or scrapping!!] This was in aboot 1957-8,and the Evening Chronicle,or Ashington Post,[not sure which..]ran an article aboot thi project, making it oot ti be an exciting new way of educating students with hands-on capability......with a picture of Mr Epsly,and some of the pupils,standing with the bonnet open,looking interested....[they were the bully-boys I keep referring to.....] Wat a load of tosh,and expensive P.R. for the new £240,000 school, that project was.....it never happened!! That car stood till the grass was growing up the windaes! A dae remember the carburettor was taken off,and lay in bits on the bench till aa left school,in 1959. Another thing that sticks in my throat was the Electric motor project that aa had painstakingly built,cutting out,and hand-filing every single lamination,from sheet-iron plate, of the rotor,and stator,hand-riveting and smoothing them off ready to do the windings,months of hard labour,then when I went to my cupboard to get it,to take home on the day I left,finding that some spiteful thief,had taken it away,not even knowing what it was,cos I was the only one at the school that had the gift of knowledge in electronics..every body knew that. I wasn't much good at history and geography and the dreaded sports,but near top in technical drawing,science,and English. Bottom,and I mean rock-bottom in Maths! I think one of the lads who used to gang-bully..verbally,not physically,Me,may have taken it for spite and just chucked it away. Vic,it was only a D.C. three-pole rotor,but to wind it was gonna be an education for me,doing it,and the field coils by hand. Anybody who knaas owt aboot this please tell Northumbria police,so a can get a ....crime number........! Mind,a wud love a copy of that photo for posterity,it wud be gud ti post up on here also.
  23. That reminds me,[off-topic again....but aal forget if a divvent say it noo!],Vic,ask your lovely lass if she can mind thi time a nearly killed mesel,and her Brother-in-law carried me,fireman's lift,owa his shoulder, aroond from Brian Redp.'s hoose,[next door to her..],back to my hoose. Brian,[me friend],and me,were aboot ten years aad,and poaching aroond in he's mother's kitchen draa's,looking for summick ti eat,cos we were both hungry.[rations were still on,and we were hard-up in them days!] Aa found a smaal roond silvery tin wi a little hole in the side. Brian told me it was Snuff,and I didn't knaa wat it was for.He told me the aad men sniffed it,and for me ti try it. So,a sniffed,and couldn't smell owt. Last thing a remember was,cocking me head up in the air,tekking one gud lang,hard,sniff,at this tin,and feeling a terrible burning pain down my throat,and in my lungs. A collapsed on the floor choking for breath,and started vomiting aal owa the floor. A crawled ti thi doorstep gasping for air,and Brian ran to your Lass's Mother's hoose screaming for help.A can mind seeing the road moving,as Aa was hanging upside doon owa thi fella's shoulder,and after that,it went blank. Aav got no memory of whatever happened till a came aroond,so a divvent knaa if a went ti hospital or wat,but a dae naa a was off school for aboot a week or more. A canna remember having any after care at home...just a complete blank. Mind,a learn't not ti gaan poachin in folk's drawers,even if me mates did!! Aav even forgotten Joyce's man's name,shamedly!,but a have him ti thank forever more for saving me that day. Later in life,down the pits,thi men used ti use snuff,cos they couldn't smoke doon the mine. First time a ever dared ti try a pinch,just ti break my phobia aboot it,a kept it away from me nostrils,and gently sniffed,mind thi bugga was still red hot,nae wonder it nearly choked me.! Happy days eh?!!
  24. Aye Vic,aa droonded in the river blyth,up where thi "big bather" pool was,before yi get ti Humford. Thi big lads aal went up there ti swim,used ti leet a fire on thi flat styen bankside,ti dry thasel oot. Whey aa was aboot ten yeors aad,and helping thi big lads,[wi me aada Brother],ti build a dam owa thi waata,cos thi floods had weshed part of it away. Next thing aa knaas is....aam bobbing aboot like a cork,gaan unda and swaalyin loads o' waata,and chowking. Me last memory was seeing above the level of the waata,nose under thi waata,one of thi big lads,[aboot 14 years aad!],standing aside thi fire,and hearing me scream and gurgle on,diving inti thi waata and pulling me oot,and onto thi bankside. After a got thi waata squashed oot o ' me lungs,and stopped coughing waata up,a went stryght back doon ti help thi lads wi thi dam!! This wudda tekkin a haaf -oor probably,but mind,a can vividly remember every second,as if it was yistidi! A had a few faal-ins,but nivvor as bad as that one,a wudda been fish-food if that lad hadn't saved me life,and aam forever grateful ti him. Funny thing was,it waasn't owt startling ti anybody else,cos ivry bugga fell in the waata sometime in tha life,cos we were doon thi waata ivry otha day!!
  25. Hi Alan,Walker terrace would be right,the guy must have had money,he had a big house on the bottom end front street,with a canny sized apple orchard roond thi back,which,for us kids,was conveniently high-walled,and running alang thi bottom of the gardens at Hollymoont Square! We had a field day quite often when the trees were laden wi apples. The apples were cookers and soor as hell,but we would raid the orchard,more for excitement than owt else,fill wa jarsey's up ti thi hilt,run owa ti wa camp in Knoxy's field,climb a tree,[which was wor camp tree],and sit up theor,chowing apple gowks till wa eyes waata'd,but not spitting thi bugga oot! Pains in the guts aalwis came later,but wi still did it! Jimmy Smout bought the property and turned it into a betting shop when it became legal to run one. Alan, Jimmy trained ye and me at thi aad pit,in 1959,and he wasn't half a funny likeable guy,remember?....Ned wasn't quite the same character as Jimmy.
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