[/caption]Photo of Ushaw Moor Railway Station looking east taken May 1965. Also in the background can been the Aged Miners Homes, Graveyard and Council Estate.
Saturday 14 April 2012
Ushaw Moor Railway Station 1965
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Photo of Ushaw Moor Railway Station looking east taken May 1965. Also in the background can been the Aged Miners Homes, Graveyard and Council Estate.
[/caption]Photo of Ushaw Moor Railway Station looking east taken May 1965. Also in the background can been the Aged Miners Homes, Graveyard and Council Estate.
Wednesday 11 April 2012
Ushaw Moor Aged Miners Cup - League Champions 1921-1922
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Posted on Behalf of Alf Rothwell
[/caption]My uncle Buller Graham 2nd from right in middle row. They won the Ushaw Moor Aged Miners Cup in 19212-22.
His son is John Graham who has wrote articles on the Ushaw Moor site.
Posted on Behalf of Alf Rothwell
Monday 9 April 2012
Memories of Ushaw Moor: Family Life
From original Archive at blogSPOT
My family was one of the first sixteen families to move onto the new council housing in Ushaw Moor in January 1947. To move from 29 Harvey Street in New Brancepeth into 38 Victoria Court, Ushaw Moor, was a cultural shock even at eight years old. An indoor flush toilet, hot and cold running water and a bath was truly out of this world. It was like winning the Lottery.
The first sixteen families were housed in the last four and the first eight numbered houses in Whitehouse Court. We were housed in the last numbered four houses in Victoria Court. I could write a book about those early years in Ushaw Moor but people would not be interested. I find it odd that people do not write their memories for future generations. The first winter there was horrific. I remember waking up to find the snow drifted up to the bedroom windows. The country was at a halt for a number of weeks but the enjoyment from the snow was great for an eight year old. I watched fields being eaten up by housing as the whole of the estate was built up over the next ten years, Oakridge Road up to Ash Avenue, was the second phase, people were housed in decent housing from the colliery rows.
Progress was made in strides then, everything was new and exciting after the austerity of the war years. The end of rationing, St. Josephs school and Church, the Store on Durham Road, the freedom to roam down the beck, and the companionship of boyhood friends made life happy. My Dad died in September, 1947, in the County Hospital at the top of North Road in Durham. This was a huge blow but my Mam, God Bless her, took over the responsibility of raising her five children and made a fantastic job of it. Many happy memories. I hope someone reads this and adds their own memories.
BRIAN MC LOUGHLIN
via Memories of Ushaw Moor: Family Life.
My family was one of the first sixteen families to move onto the new council housing in Ushaw Moor in January 1947. To move from 29 Harvey Street in New Brancepeth into 38 Victoria Court, Ushaw Moor, was a cultural shock even at eight years old. An indoor flush toilet, hot and cold running water and a bath was truly out of this world. It was like winning the Lottery.
The first sixteen families were housed in the last four and the first eight numbered houses in Whitehouse Court. We were housed in the last numbered four houses in Victoria Court. I could write a book about those early years in Ushaw Moor but people would not be interested. I find it odd that people do not write their memories for future generations. The first winter there was horrific. I remember waking up to find the snow drifted up to the bedroom windows. The country was at a halt for a number of weeks but the enjoyment from the snow was great for an eight year old. I watched fields being eaten up by housing as the whole of the estate was built up over the next ten years, Oakridge Road up to Ash Avenue, was the second phase, people were housed in decent housing from the colliery rows.
Progress was made in strides then, everything was new and exciting after the austerity of the war years. The end of rationing, St. Josephs school and Church, the Store on Durham Road, the freedom to roam down the beck, and the companionship of boyhood friends made life happy. My Dad died in September, 1947, in the County Hospital at the top of North Road in Durham. This was a huge blow but my Mam, God Bless her, took over the responsibility of raising her five children and made a fantastic job of it. Many happy memories. I hope someone reads this and adds their own memories.
BRIAN MC LOUGHLIN
via Memories of Ushaw Moor: Family Life.
Memories of Ushaw Moor: Enid Cavallaro Nee Greenwell Bundaberg Queensland Australia 18th Feb. 2003
Archived from Original Memories BLOG at blogSPOT
Enid Cavallaro Nee Greenwell Bundaberg Queensland Australia 18th Feb. 2003
I was reading this page tonight and enjoying the stories when as my page scrolled down I came across the words "My grandmother, Elizabeth Ann Hudson". I thought to myself, hang on Elizabeth Ann Hudson was my great grandmother. I kept scrolling and found myself reading about us, my family. The lady writing is my mothers cousin Sheila. My mother was one of the 5 Mitchell cousins she mentioned. I was born in Ushaw Moor and lived the first 11 years of my life in Ushaw Terrace, until my family moved to Australia in 1967.I went to the Ushaw Moor Infants school, where my best friend was Margaret Turnbull. and spent my childhood playing on the village green. I remember walking to the pit with my grandfather James Mitchell when I was very young to pick up his pay.
Going to the allotments at the top of the street with our neighbour Mr Dunn, going with my dad to the baths in Durham for swimming lessons and going to the shop on the corner of our street and buying frozen Jubblies for a penny.I remember staying with my Great Aunt Lallie Hudson and having midnight tea parties in front of the fire while she told me stories of her childhood.My husband and I went to England in October 1999 and I took him to see the village. In many ways it was like walking back 30 years for me, a few things had changed but the important things that I remembered from my childhood were all still there.
via Memories of Ushaw Moor: Enid Cavallaro Nee Greenwell Bundaberg Queensland Australia 18th Feb. 2003.
Enid Cavallaro Nee Greenwell Bundaberg Queensland Australia 18th Feb. 2003
I was reading this page tonight and enjoying the stories when as my page scrolled down I came across the words "My grandmother, Elizabeth Ann Hudson". I thought to myself, hang on Elizabeth Ann Hudson was my great grandmother. I kept scrolling and found myself reading about us, my family. The lady writing is my mothers cousin Sheila. My mother was one of the 5 Mitchell cousins she mentioned. I was born in Ushaw Moor and lived the first 11 years of my life in Ushaw Terrace, until my family moved to Australia in 1967.I went to the Ushaw Moor Infants school, where my best friend was Margaret Turnbull. and spent my childhood playing on the village green. I remember walking to the pit with my grandfather James Mitchell when I was very young to pick up his pay.
Going to the allotments at the top of the street with our neighbour Mr Dunn, going with my dad to the baths in Durham for swimming lessons and going to the shop on the corner of our street and buying frozen Jubblies for a penny.I remember staying with my Great Aunt Lallie Hudson and having midnight tea parties in front of the fire while she told me stories of her childhood.My husband and I went to England in October 1999 and I took him to see the village. In many ways it was like walking back 30 years for me, a few things had changed but the important things that I remembered from my childhood were all still there.
via Memories of Ushaw Moor: Enid Cavallaro Nee Greenwell Bundaberg Queensland Australia 18th Feb. 2003.
Tuesday 3 April 2012
Demoltion of Cinemas, etc.
I recently put an entry on the Ushaw Moor Web Site about the demolition of Cinemas and Clubs etc. in Ushaw Moor. I have great memories of the Empire and the Club Hall cinemas. The Memorial Hall on the Esh Winning road and the Big Club on Station Road. Public buildings like these were at the heart of the village and as we did not travel far in those days outside the village people were up to date with everything that was going on around the village. What better place to catch up with the local gossip that waiting in the Cinema queue. You could see who was courting who and you rubbed shoulders with people you only saw once in a while.
I really enjoyed seeing a photograph of Ronnie Allinson and the Facey lads in their Boys Brigade uniforms. The members of the Boys Brigade were always very well turned out and their marching and music were top class.
How does the social life of a village like Ushaw Moor carry on when most of the meeting places where people rubbed shoulders and chatted with one another have disappeared. This includes the places of worship in the village where the congregations have declined over the years. There was Socials, whist drives, beetle drives, pantomones and amatuer shows taking place on a regular basis. These were mostly for adults and not for young people, but they brought people together. The Clubs, cinemas, the Flass and the churches and chapels provided outlets for a lot of people and helped to gel the community together. At a lecture I attended a lot of years ago the lecturer forecast the demise of communities. This was before 24 hour TV and radio but he stated that when large places of emplyment closed and TV was available 24 hours a day as it was then available in the United States the communities would suffer.
I would not like to state an opinion on the cause of the decline of strong comunities. I am not a TV fan but I know that a lot of people know more about what is happening on the "Soaps" that they know about their immediate neighbourhood.
I like a couple of pints down the Iona Club or in a local pub. The patter flows and that is what I like. I am old fashioned? Perhaps I am but I still like to know what is going on in the town and socialising is the way I find the local news out.
I don't suppose this article is much about memories of Ushaw Moor but when I was through home a few weeks ago I was struck by the demolition of so many public buildings including Wilf Bells' "Alma Mater", the Council School on Temperance Terrace. It is a sad day when a local school closes.
Does a mobile phone and 24 hour TV make up for the lack of public buildings which young people of my age group used?
Please comment.
I forgot the Army Cadets where many lads attended at the bottom of Ushaw Villas.
Brian Mc.
I really enjoyed seeing a photograph of Ronnie Allinson and the Facey lads in their Boys Brigade uniforms. The members of the Boys Brigade were always very well turned out and their marching and music were top class.
How does the social life of a village like Ushaw Moor carry on when most of the meeting places where people rubbed shoulders and chatted with one another have disappeared. This includes the places of worship in the village where the congregations have declined over the years. There was Socials, whist drives, beetle drives, pantomones and amatuer shows taking place on a regular basis. These were mostly for adults and not for young people, but they brought people together. The Clubs, cinemas, the Flass and the churches and chapels provided outlets for a lot of people and helped to gel the community together. At a lecture I attended a lot of years ago the lecturer forecast the demise of communities. This was before 24 hour TV and radio but he stated that when large places of emplyment closed and TV was available 24 hours a day as it was then available in the United States the communities would suffer.
I would not like to state an opinion on the cause of the decline of strong comunities. I am not a TV fan but I know that a lot of people know more about what is happening on the "Soaps" that they know about their immediate neighbourhood.
I like a couple of pints down the Iona Club or in a local pub. The patter flows and that is what I like. I am old fashioned? Perhaps I am but I still like to know what is going on in the town and socialising is the way I find the local news out.
I don't suppose this article is much about memories of Ushaw Moor but when I was through home a few weeks ago I was struck by the demolition of so many public buildings including Wilf Bells' "Alma Mater", the Council School on Temperance Terrace. It is a sad day when a local school closes.
Does a mobile phone and 24 hour TV make up for the lack of public buildings which young people of my age group used?
Please comment.
I forgot the Army Cadets where many lads attended at the bottom of Ushaw Villas.
Brian Mc.
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