We used to get two papers ,the Gaurdian and the Journal on a Saturday and the Observer and the Sunday Sun on a Sunday until about six years ago. We get milk delivered but only on Friday and Monday, so yes they still exist
My mother in law collected the provi, she only covered two council estates in Stockton but she knew everybody, she did it for years and when she retired the customers were in uproar as they thought nobody could do the job like Nancy. Provi cheques still exist but a more modernised version. By the way I got on really well with my mother in law brilliant woman.
This takes me back, spent of my early days in Monkwearmouth and Grangetown,, then moved up to Redhouse in the early 50's, before your time I guess as Town End Farm and Hylton Castle Estates were not yet built, we used to play up Bunny Hill and in the old farm buildings next to Hylton Castle. Swallow Dene and the Boaty, we roamed everywhere in those days with no problems. Later when we started going out drinking down town, the buses stopped early, and both sexes walked home without any problems, mind you it was more pleasant if you could find someone to chat too on a cold night.
Hi Comm just came up to Hawkshead foe a weeks break ( bought a house and realised what needs doing so buggered off for a week to get my head straight ) anyway milkman delivers everyday unless you cancel him so obviously there is some still alive and kicking.
It took me back as well mate, but not quite as far Town End Farm was still being built when we moved there from Grangetown/Hendon. I was born in my grandmothers house in Ocean Road, Grangetown although we actually lived in Salem Rd, Hendon. I'll never forget visiting my grandparents and getting off the bus at what we called the 'Terminus' at the top of Ocean Rd, the smell of fresh baked bread and home made cakes as i walked down the road to my grans house, lush it was. Then my granda used to take me down the beach, past the Grange and then past all the pig sties before you got to the beach. We used to pick all the washed up coal and drift wood for the fire. Then he'd take me up the docks fishing but it took forever as he knew everyone and would stop and chat for what seemed like hours, we never used to catch anything like, maybe the odd crab. Bunny Hill was one of my haunts as well and i remember that old Farm House, one of my class mates actually lived in that farm. As i remember, it was more like a scrap yard than a farm. My first introduction to drinking was in the Town End club, Slipway & Schooner, sadly the two later pubs have long since been pulled down, but the Club is still there i think. Shame like, but they were good times back then
Roker and Seaburn my stomping grounds. Then up to thompson park to fight with the suddickers when the fair came.
Aye, i remember it well. Our rivals were always Hylton Castle and Boldon but we often strayed as far as Marley Pots and suddick. I hated playing footy on tommy park cos it was always windy as **** and the pitches used to be rock hard and lumpy as ****.
Seeing as how it's easter, can anyone else remember painting what my mother used to call 'paste' eggs? basically a hard boiled egg, chucked in the tea pot to stain it brown and then paint or draw daft stuff on it. Where the **** does that come from anyway? paste eggs? or was it just my mother made it up?
