General Chat

We used to wait for Fadgies to come out the oven
and eat them hot with
And my Dad had Chickens geese and ducks
He also used to go shooting and fishing
and he grew vegetables on his allotment
So we always had plenty of food
My Mum sewed and Knit :-D :-D

And every year we went to Robinhoods Bay for two weeks
Where we caught crabs and picked winkles

Those where the Days :-D :-D :-D

Joy like Bobs waist coat , ;-) all the houses are long gone now from my childhood years ago. one thing left is my old infants school still in use cant believe that after over 60years .car parks & shops .& the school at the end of the car park .that's in Lancashire .remember back to back houses my grandma & granddad had an out side toilet .but it had whitewashed walls posh eh :-D they were landlord & landlady of a pub so must have had money for whitewash .its great to look back does that mean I am getting old ;-) Night all

There are back to backs in Birmingham, they are now a museum.

Joy

A Back to Back only had a front door and shared party wall on 3 sides. Toilets and water supplies were shared by multiple households in enclosed courtyards.
The Public Health Act Of 1875 permitted municipal corporations to ban new Back to Backs replacing them with terrace houses.
The city of Leeds opted not enforce the ban and they continued to be constructed until the 1930s.
Terrace houses had a back yard and outside toilet.
The house I was born in on the 1881 census had 2 families of 6 living there. Can’t imagine how 12 people managed in 2 up 2 down. No electricity. My granddad lived opposite us and still had the Black lead fire with an oven.
My parents could have bought the house in the 1950s for £75
All those houses were demolished by 1964

A street house is terraced house
Back to back with a yard and no garden
and outside toilets Liz
Usually in the Town centre

I have never lived in the town Center
But some of my family have :-D

When you say street house, Joy, do you mean a terraced house?

When I was born, my parents lived in rooms in a terraced house, presumably a hall entranced one. They are gone now and industrial buildings built on the site. I think Mum might have had to share the kitchen and other facilities with Mrs Cullum, the old lady who owned the property. When Mum was pregnant with my brother and I was 2, they moved in with my aunt and her family. Maybe the old lady died or moved out, I don't know, but it did mean we got a new council house soon after my bro was born and it was the family home for over 45 years till Mum died and we had to hand it back to the council. Mum and Dad could have bought it for £11, 000 at one time, but 'didn't want to be in debt with a mortgage'. Such a shame, there were so many memories in that house, and it's worth around £250, 000 now. Someone I know was allocated it and used 'right to buy' a year later. She is still there, but doesn't use the garden, with only part of it lawned and the rest wild, as she 'isn't into gardening'. My Dad would be heartbroken.

Lizx

I have never lived in a street house
though My Auntie did
The outside toilet amazed met

I was born in a Prefab then moved when I was 3
To a new 3 bedroomed house with a garden
and all the mod cons
My Brother still lives there :-D :-D

Strange thing looking back
Everybody was either my Auntie and Uncle
and when my Mum died when I was 15
I had a hard time understanding
Who I was really related to and who I wasn't

Living in town in the Boro in a 2 Up 2 down. No bathroom and a toilet in the yard. Staying with a cousin in Tollesby where they had a garden was magic to me. There was a grassy area in front of their house with a beck. We fished for Sticklebacks.

We walked up the fields to see the horses. There is a school built there now.


Happy Days and great memories

It was like that in our road when I was young as we had all moved in at the same time.

Lizx

Where I live everybody knows everybody
and are like a massive extended Family :-D :-D

We moved into a new council house with a huge garden when I was 2 years and 12 days old, my brother was new born. My dad, a country boy from Buckinghamshire, was thrilled with a garden he could grow veg and fruit in and have chickens and rabbits, as well as a lawn for me to play on. He spent all his spare time getting the garden planted up. There were only 6 houses in the middle of the road which was a concrete slab crescent-shaped road off the 'main' road, the rest of the road was flats in blocks of four, one up, one down, the same design as many council flats of that era, late 1940s/early 50s, and just like the one my son has now.

Other families with children of similar ages moved in so there were several kids to play out with as we got older, tying a rope to the lamp post to play skipping games, rounders using the shape of the slabs as a pitch, french cricket, cricket and football as well as rollerskating and cycling etc. Few people had cars so we were rarely disturbed and it was a very safe place to play.

It was a good place and time to grow up and we were lucky to get such a big three bed house and big garden.

Happy days!

Lizx

Ahh, Bob - The Lion on Blakey Ridge. One of our favourite pubs. We have lunch there every Christmas Eve, and as often as we can in between!

Kath. x

I was up that way a couple of weeks ago, staying with friends in Marton. Among other things, ( I was going to say inter alia, but didn't want to be accused of being pretentious) we had a very decent meal in the Lion, up on the moors. As for Makems, I had a friend in the army in the sixties, who lived in one of the Garths. His family were hard working but with not much money. On the occasions that I stayed with him, they couldn't do enough for me. I tracked him down a couple of years ago by a letter to the Sunderland Echo. He rang me within two days, and we met up at his sister's, who by co-incidence lives in.... Marton.

same where I grew up in Lancashire!

Tell us out the French Cricket Joy.

Barbra - we used to put a stick of liquorice (the hard type) in a bottle of water too. I tried it again a couple of years ago and it tasted awful.

Kath. x

We where born in an era
if something was broke we fixed
it now we have a throw away life style :-( :-( :-(

Rollo Some of our dearest friends are Makems


Teessiders are Smoggys Rollo

:-D :-D :-D :-D :-D :-D

Fond memories Girls
Now all kids do is play inside with Xboxs or computers
I am sure their health will suffer in the future No fresh air

Joy what memories you bring back we had a school field near were we lived the endless hours on there having sandwiches & yes bottles of tap water but we use to put liquorice stick in the water .don't know about French cricket never heard of that one .Barbara :-D :-D

Through the Land Settlement Association, we have a village full of people from the North East, although they are second and third generation now, those who are left in the village.

My uncle married a makem whose father had been unemployed for years when they moved down here to take a smallholding. Fred's batty girlfriend was also the daughter of a makem salvage diver who tried to make a go of horticulture but went back to the salvage diving and made a better living.

Easy to put up with the makems, Rollo, got a corker of a makem who joined the family.

Although it can be spelt two ways, I prefer Makem - after the mak 'em and tak 'em (local slang for make them and take them) which is derived from Sunderland being renowned for its good engineers in a previous life.

It still is, as our lovely Makem is a laid-back, brilliant engineer, put thro' his degree by his employer, lucky guy. He is the see it, can make it type - we need more like him and I'm pretty sure you'd agree.