School Life, BlackBerry Picking, The HOP. .. Wilf Bell
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One of my aunts [she has no objection to the article but I respect her wish not to have her name splashed all over the laptop] moved from New Brancepeth to Ushaw Moor in the 1930s and by 1940 she was almost nine years old. Her parents did not think it was necessary for her and her brother to transfer to an Ushaw Moor School. They cycled and sometimes walked to and from New Brancepeth School. That was a very healthy thing to do. These days most parents would consider that to be a risky arrangement: for one thing there is far more traffic on the roads now.My aunt loved school and recalled that each school day started at 9.00am and finished at 4pm. The lunch break was taken from midday to 1.30pm.Her form teacher was a Mr Trotter and she felt he was a good teacher. He taught most of the subjects himself e.g. arithmetic, geography, history and art, but gardening and cookery were taught by other teachers. There was no streaming of classes and no external examinations. Of course there were reports at the end of each term and invariably my aunt had an above average placing. The headmaster was Mr Aitcheson and my aunt recalls that he was middle aged at the time and more of an administrator than a teacher. She could not recall any incidents of bullying by anyone at school. School lunches were not provided at the school so it was a case of cycling home for a meal and then back to school. There was a hilly element to those journeys so she had to be quite fit.
My aunt struggled to recall just how long the school holidays were during the summer but had a strong feeling that they were less than six weeks! During each summer her family holidays were often based in boarding houses in places such as South Shields and Redcar. The fresh smell of the sea and teeth threatening sticks of rock are evocative memories.
Other activities in the early 1940s included: blackberry picking, potato picking at Hankey’s farm New Brancepeth, dancing at “The Hop’’ which was situated near Ushaw Moor Cricket Club and going for walks [sometimes past Ushaw College and on other occasions to and from Brandon].
It cost four old pence to get into “The Hop’’. Music for it was provided in the form of a drum, piano accordion and a trumpet played by Ebenezer Shuker. As an aside “Eb’’ become mayor of Durham in 1984 and had a period as Overman at Ushaw Moor Colliery. Apart from customers from Ushaw Moor some were also attracted from such places as Brandon, Bearpark, Langley Park, Esh Winning and New Brancepeth. This dance venue had its competitors, for example, The Memorial Hall at Ushaw Moor, Bearpark Institute and St. Margarets in Durham City.
It was only when she started her first job that my aunt felt that she could afford to go to the Empire cinema at Ushaw Moor.
As a complete and probably unnecessary aside, a high explosive [but thankfully unexploded] bomb dropped into an Ushaw Moor churchyard at 11.pm on Monday 22/03/43.Can anyone remember that?
Which churchyard?
Wilf Bell.
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Wilf,
ReplyDeleteThe bombs were dropped near the cemetery of St. Josephs Church. They landed in a field and the school was closed whilst the bombs were made safe. I can remember looking at the earth thrown up from the craters where the bombs landed. 1943 - I feel very old this morning. No that's a fib it is a beautiful spring morning with the sun shining and it feels good to be alive. I can also remember a Luftwaffe aircraft on a low loader parked behind the waste ground behind the Station Hotel at the bottom of Station Road. It had been shot down and there was an armed RAF guard on the aircraft. Going back to the bombs I remember my Dad saying that the German bomber would have been chased from Wearside or Tyneside and the crew would have just ditched the bomb load to give the aircraft more speed and height. There was strict blackout and the crew would not have been aware of any features beneath them. The only thing that was visible at night in that area was the coke ovens at New Brancepeth Colliery which must have shone out like a beacon at times at night in the the darkened countryside.
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