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Memories of Lingdale
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'Memories of Lingdale'
by Roy Jacklin.
I was born at 10 High St, Lingdale in December 1933, son of Muriel and William (Bill) Jacklin, my mothers maiden name was Pearson.
She was the daughter of Joseph and Eliza Pearson of 30 High Street, Lingdale. My grandad used to have the Sunday paper business which he ran from his home.
I went to Lingdale School until I left in 1948 to start work. I can remember most of the teachers names, Mr Johnson / Mr Bowman the head teachers. Miss Videan, Miss Collett, Miss Casson, Miss Blair (PE teacher), Mr Dickey, Mr Sowerby, Mr Charlton and Mr Garner. The school caretakers were called Peacock.
I suppose like most lads whose fathers worked in the pits, I was to follow mine in my choice of employment. Not so. Dad said NO, he had seen his own dad, who lived in Dixon street, killed in a mine accident at Pease Pit. I don't remember him though, but my gran was still around when I was young. Harold her other son was living with her. Dads sister, Dora Ashurst, lived just across from Gran Jacklin, she was a dinner lady at the school for some years.
The nearest I got to working in the pit was when Ronnie Russell and I used to ride up the stone belt and separate the shale from the ironstone. Ronnie's dad Arthur was in charge.
From leaving school I went to work at Garbutt's garage in Marske. Gordon Swinburn of Moorcock got me a job there. I later went to work at Jarvis's woodworkers in Marske. There were a few other Lingdale people working there, Dickie Wood of Cockburn Street and one of the Dobson girls of Prospect Terrace.
I can remember many of the shops from my younger days in the village.
From the top,
Blue Trousedale on the 'Ball Alley'.
Fish and chip shop in Pease Street,
Farndale the butcher,
Reg Simons, later Ted Andersons, Gladys Hutton of Pease Street and Annie Carter of Little Moorsholm Farm were shop assistants and Terry Watson and I used to be errand boys.
Co-op,
Wedgewoods taxis (they used to take the Sunday paper boys from my grandads to Charltons, Margrove Park, Boosbeck, Moorsholm Etc.)
Barker the butcher,
Moody's,
Monicas fish shop,
Plews (later Ditchburns) newsagents.
Coatsworths tin auction hall,
George Husband the cobbler, in whose shop I regularly spent my time (I lived opposite his shop). He lived in Castleton and used to travel daily by motorbike to his shop. He was a sergeant in the Home Guard and repaired all the army boots. Sometimes he would let me nail the studs in the boots.
There was an empty shop next door. (I believe this was once a hairdressers).
Doug Wrights furniture shop, (Thomas, his son still lives in Lingdale)
Tommy Wright (Dougs father) the grocers, Annie Hopper and ? Brady worked as shop assistants. I was an errand boy there too and used to weigh the flour and potatoes etc.
Bob Reap, Scarth Street Coal merchant and shop keeper,
Mr Jeffels corn store
Bottomleys fish shop
Miss Roocrofts sweet shop.
Evans the Baker, High Street,(later Eddy and Florrie Browns,
Coates, clothing etc.
Wrights the barbers shop.
Jessie Wrights Sweet shop, later to become Watsons.
Jeffles car spares
Ladies Hair salon
Downes the butcher.
McKenzies, later to move down to Springfield.
There was a shop up Dixon St. It belonged to Sam Reed. I remember it well because I sometimes called there on my way to school for sweets. He sold peanut butter and chocolate powder loose. It was a sight to behold to see kids queuing for these things and to see them on their way to school, spooning peanut butter or chocolate powder out of whatever it was dispensed in. These things that were not available through the war.
Lower down the street
(Springfield) Post office
A jewellers
Moodys shop and coal merchants,
Barbers shop,
Weeks Shop
Stonehouses Fish shop
Cornforths Taxis and Petrol (later Bints)
Across the road Morrison the butcher.
I believe Eileen Teasdales house, her front room was uses as a doctors surgery.
On the corner of Tyreman Street was McKenzies.
I remember some people used to get credit 'on tick' at this shop and if they were a bit late in squaring up the account their names would be put on a board, a letter at a time, until it was nearly obvious who that person was. They apparently paid up before the names became too obvious.
There were three sweet shops on Moorcock row and we used to call at these on the was to the Empire Cinema (tin shed) at Boosbeck.
Mr Bilbey was the proprietor. We hated it when it rained heavy because you couldn't hear what they were saying for the rattling of the rain on the roof. Sometimes the picture would be switched off to allow a message to be shown ie: "Would Mrs 'SO n SO' please go home, your husband has lost the key and can't get in", or something similar.
Oh happy days ......Village Life!
I left Lingdale on 15th October 1950 to join up. I went into the army as a boy entrant. I went on to serve overseas for three years from 1953 - 1956. I was stationed in Korea from 1953-1954. Point Said, Egypt 1954-1956.
I was amongst the last few british soldiers (150) to leave Egypt when the service contract with Egypt ended.
I ended my overseas tour in Cyprus and came home in August 1956. Before I left for Korea I was asked by Mrs Watson of Dixon Street, Terry's Mam, if I would get her a photograph of his grave when I arrived. Terry had died whilst out there. I went twice to the Military graveyard at Pusan but was unable to gain entry as internments were taking place. I was only at the Pusan transit camp for a day, before being shipped into Korea. I believe Mrs Watson did eventually receive a photo of his grave from the military. I did see his name in the Pusan visitors book and added mine along side his. I met Bobbie Berwick of Scarth Street, whilst in transit in Japan. I left the army in 1957 and worked for ICI Wilton until 1990 when I took early retirement. I worked on the Bain works with a few of the Lingdale Lads. Ernie Wright, his son in law Tony Golightly, Brian Wood, Alan Jackson and John Brooks of Boosbeck.
I returned to Lingdale in April 1994, and it was nice to meet up with old school mates again and exchange stories of the 'Old Days',
Most of the housing has gone and our own mountain, the Heap. What a view there is now. We can even see the sea. To do this before you had to climb to the top of the heap to get a good view.
Roy Jacklin
November 2005
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Laurie & Maud Snowdon
August 1947, Laurie Snowdon PC13 was posted to be the Village Constable at Moorsholm; he had a wife Maud and two small sons. A daughter was born in 1949,
The Police house 41 High Street was down a lane opposite the Church. A
Stone built three-bedroom house. With an outside pan toilet, and a copper built in the yard, (this was the only means of hot water, you had to fill it with water and, light a fire under it.) where from you may ask, well it had to be carried in buckets from a pump half way down the lane. As had all drinking water, this was a shock after living in a house with all mod cons.
Inside the living room was a huge black cast iron fireplace, and at the bottom of the stairs a telephone, we had two electric lights. One for the telephone and one in the living room. To use the phone, which was one of the originals, with a separate ear piece, you dialed 100 and a voice would come on and say, number please. this was from the exchange at Saltburn, this was for Police business only.
The area covered by the rural beat was from Loftus, via Liverton, Moorsholm, Lockwood Beck, up the Castleton road as far as White Cross, this marked the old Stokesley road, from Whitby to Stokesley. On to Scaling, down Ridge lane, and Grinkle, and back to Loftus, covering in all 22 square miles.
Laurie loved the work, if only we had a decent living accommodation. After 7 years it was decided to build a new Police house, no land was available at Moorsholm.
So it was to be built at Liverton 2 miles away.
Councillor Ray Ditchburn, said we cannot have this, loose our Policeman, we need him . It was discussed at a council meeting, and the next week it was in all the national newspapers, '14 stone PC13 baths in a tin bath in front of the fire.'
We did move and he was still the Village PC for another 7 years, 14 in all. Traveling his beat on his trusty Bicycle.
What was Moorsholm like,in 1947,
there was a pub The Plough Inn.
St Mary’s Church,
The Methodist Chapel all well attended.
The School,
headmaster Mr Rex, he lived with his wife and son John, in the school house, there were two classrooms one for infants, and a large hall for the rest.
Mrs Barker the infant teacher lived at Skelton, she caught a bus each day to Lingdale
And then walked through the woods to Moorsholm, well over a mile, and went home the same way, nice in summer.
The school was also used by the village for functions, permission had to be given first, Whist drives and dances were very popular, sometimes a double whist drive was held.
Starting at 6:30 pm. 24 hands were played, then supper and another 24 hands. While in the main hall, the dance was being enjoyed.
1953 The Queens Coronation, was very special, in the infants classroom two televisions were set up, one at each end, with lots of forms for people to sit on. The main hall had tables full of food, to be enjoyed, given by all the villagers. It was a very memorable day.
There were two shops
The Post office and general store run by the Ditchburns, it sold everything, for daily living, and up the hill was Mr Ron Wrights shop.
Opposite this was a large house, built as a Hotel to be called The Queens, ready for the coming of the Railway; sadly Paddy Waddell’s railway never arrived. Although a tunnel was built near Gerrick
The butcher came from Lingdale,weekly.
Dr Stephenson held his surgery in a residents cottage,in the front room, a new baby arriving meant the Midwife coming from Boosbeck all babies were born at home in those days.
Joe Pearson from Boosbeck brought the mail, on his bicycle, Joe was also in a local dance band he played the Violin.
Miners also walked through the woods to work at Lingdale pit and also Kilton pit
Just imagine they worked a full days shift, and then had to walk all the way home again, a few worked at Skinningrove Iron works, but mostly it was farming.
The moorland bus service ran occasionally to Loftus, but if you wanted to go to Guisborough or Middlesbrough, you had to walk a mile to the Moor Road, or to Lockwood beck to get the bus that ran to Castleton.
Maud Snowdon
January 2006
See Maud's New Web site all about Loftus History using the link below
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'The Kilton Lane Ghost'
In 1952 I was courting Margaret who lived in Loftus. I was in the army at the time and had met her while on Xmas leave. In those days cars were a rarity so I used to bike to Loftus via Kilton Lane. It was late one night when I first saw the 'Ghost'. I was returning home after a night out, it was raining and I just wanted to get home out of the wet, when, there it was, the 'Ghost'. It seemed to drift along the hedgerow in front of me then it disappeared. I told Margaret what I'd seen. She just laughed and thought I was joking. Years later she told me there was a piece in the Evening Gazette about a United bus driver who had also seen this 'Ghost'. Apparently in those days some bus drivers used Kilton lane as a short cut to the Loftus depot. One day, probably in the 1980's Margaret and I were talking and the subject of the Ghost cropped up. She still thought I'd made up the story, but when I reminded her of what the bus driver had seen she wanted to see for herself. I told her I would take her to the place where it had shown itself to me but we would have to go when it was raining. I
told her it only appeared in the wet. We did go and sure enough it obliged us with an appearance. The Ghostly happenings came to an end when that stretch of road was renewed. You see, there was a dip in the road just before a left hand bend, and when the lights of a vehicle shone into the pool of collected water the beam reflected onto the hedgerow ahead and as the vehicle was turning left at the bend, it gave the impression that the Ghost was moving along the hedgerow. The repairs to this road finally put the Ghost to bed. No pool of water. No Ghost. Pleasant dreams folks.
Kindly contributed by Roy Jacklin.
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Lady in White?
I was brought up in the High St, No.10 as previously stated. When I was very young and my dad was on night shift I sometimes slept in his bed. It was during the war and in those days there wasn't much traffic about. Of course there was a bus service running and at night the lights on the bus would reflect around the bedroom walls as it passed our house. Mother would leave the bedroom light on until I went to sleep. I was a very light sleeper and sometimes I would hear the light switch click off. Our staircase had it's creaks and groans, as most of them do when walked upon. I knew when that switch clicked off my mother hadn't done it. She was still down stairs. Once when this happened I was awakened by the click of the switch. A bus had just gone by. I thought that what I saw when I was disturbed by the click, and the sound of the bus going by, was the bus lights in the bedroom. It wasn't. What I saw was a woman. She was standing by the bed, smiling at me. As I remember it she was wearing white clothing, which I can only describe as from an early age. I ducked under the bedclothes and screamed for my mother.
Frightened wasn't the word. I was terrified. Mother assured me all was well and to go back to sleep. Years later I brought this up with my mother, She said that I was the second person to have seen this woman.
Cousin Audrey Pearson was the other. Audrey confirmed this. "Strange or what. Who was she?" Was the light switch episode caused by weak springs inside the switch? Vibration from the passing bus may have caused the switch to trip off, or was it the strange lady having fun. I think I'll settle for the bus theory.
Roy Jacklin.
Many thanks to Roy Jacklin for this story.
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Memories by Edwin Hood
At the top of Wilkinson Street there used to be a stile going into Mr Griffiths field, at the top of this field there used to be a pond, dozens of kids used to sit there fishing for newts. At the end of the day we used to count them to see who had caught the most, then we would throw them all back in.
Between Springfield and the top end of the village there is a field (the same field that the shale tip used to be in) we used to sit there and dig down for groundnuts and then eat them, no doubt the nuts are still there.
On Easter Monday a lot of us used to walk towards Moorsholm Wood to what I think was called Easter Field. We all had hard boiled eggs which had been dyed different colours, we rolled the eggs down the hill, then when we got to the bottom we used to hit somebody's egg with your egg and if you cracked theirs, you claimed it.
I think it was called JARPINE it would be interesting to know the origins.
Finally, Winter time and sledging opposite Moorcock Row, there is a very steep field, probably belonging to Mr Griffith from the farm. When the snow came, which used to seem to be every year in them days, we all lined up with our sledges, went up and down one after the other until it was a sheet of ice, you had to be careful you didn't go through the hawthorn hedge at the bottom.
Edwin
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Martin Richardson
I got the info about your site from Irene Jameson. She put on about Robert Richardson, her grandfather. Our Martin is his younger brother. We were also told a story of how Martin rode a horse up and down again, the Whitby steps
for a bet as a young man. This was told by his daughter Lydia. If any one remembers this story that would be fantastic.
Great web site by the way.
Best Wishes
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