My Granda was a pitman from Houghton. I can recall standing waiting for the Ginger Beer man to turn up with the big pottery bottles with the finger loop in. Then my Nan would nip up the road for a huge bowl of IceCream and make us floats of a scoop of ice cream in ginger beer. Lush.
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Yip, then two are mine. I managed to photograph quite a lot of Sunderland's industrial history before it was demolished. I have pics of Doxford Engines and ship builders (later Pallion Engineering). Pyrex and even some of Coles cranes too.
Pyrex, god there's another name, what about Dewhurst? Friday afternoon all the lasses knocked of and head down into town for a few drinks and a laugh, or maybe more.
please log in to view this image my mam used to dish out the wages from the little window at pyrex, below please log in to view this image please log in to view this image please log in to view this image
one of the garths down hendon, here's a topper of them, cant remember the names of them though : please log in to view this image to the right of the picture behaind the train lines is the old mill
Topper pic that like.. On the opposite side was Dame Dorthy and then the other lot, can't remember the name, but they pulled the lot down.
Wear Garth and ......... Garth. Used to be s scary place to go as a teenager if you didn't live there.
the jacksons is still there, cracking pint of ale, nags enter at their peril please log in to view this image refurbished, notice the old safc badge proudly displayed please log in to view this image
The Jacksons what a ****ing **** tip, (well it used to be) full of ****ing wannabe's and smack heeds. No idea what it's like these days.
hasnt changed much still a cracking pint and you wouldnt get back out if you walked in wearing black and white stripes, if we started a thread on the hardest pubs in sunderland i reckon it would be up there
Really, why what's changed? If anyone is from around that area, just up from the Jacksons (sure it was called something else) not far, maybe 50-100 meters there used to be a small pub called the grapes, now that was a ****hole. My first experience of a bar with the lads, could even be in school uniform.
We had a cracking scrap with some of the punters outside of there one night when we were waiting for a Tennicks coach to take us down to London..For some unknown reason a squad of them came out looking for trouble and they got there way..Mind I think they must have wished they hadn't bothered after a short while..
