Archive for April, 2009

Ushaw Moor in the 40’s and 50’s Part1

April 26, 2009 15 comments

There is so much to write about the 40’s and the 50’s  I thought I would write about my memories of Ushaw Moor using the businesses which existed  then as a framework.The main business of course was the pit.I know Wilf placed the wives of pitmen as among the top 7 heroes of Ushaw Moor but to me the pitmen should also figure.44 fatalities by the time the pit closed but others’ lives wrecked by their work. Pneumoconiosis, silicosis,broken or lost limbs are a testimony to this.They used to hew coal in low seams-my father(Buller Graham) had a” party piece “to show how low these seams were by crawling under a stick chair and demonstrate how he worked with a pick.I remember miners walking back fron the pit  to the village all black in their full pit gear until baths were installed presumably after nationalisation-until then it was out with the bath tin unless they were lucky and had a proper bath.When I got older I remember I would be sent to collect my father’s pay from the colliery.Can you imagine doing that now?People were mainly honest then.You could leave your door open without fear.We used to have a key hanging down just inside the letter box to let ourselves into the house.I was also given the job to pay the union dues in a room at the top of the stairs in the Memorial Hall.It was often a long and frustrating wait so sometimes I would go to the house of Mr. George Connor who was the secretary to pay.He lived in Flass Avenue overlooking the green and next to the cut down to the back of Durham Road.However, we were grateful for the allowance of coal which was dumped outside the house and we would set to,picking out the roundies first  and then shovelling the rest into buckets and  throwing it into the coalhouse. Mining was a terrible job but it was the only job miners knew so when the local mines closed off they went to work in Nottinghamshire and other coalfields.
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1998 And All That

April 20, 2009 Leave a comment

It all began in 1998, or perhaps a little earlier. I stopped a man in the street and asked the whereabouts of Mr Vasey’s home. “You mean John’s place?” he said and I nodded. Directions given I knocked on the door with great expectancy;  the door opened to reveal a man that I could clearly identify as being John Vasey and no other. “Are you the lad that ran down Ushaw Moor County’s right wing?”  Of course it was and I have kept in touch with him  ever since. John took me around the village to several ex miners’ homes for a chat. My hope was that some of them might remember my grandfather Dickie Hope. Of course they did. How could you forget one of your overmen? There was a hint from one of them that the colliery manager was rather taken with my grandmother Ethel. Actually it was more than a hint. Although I am certain  there was no affair admiration was clearly not in short supply. 

I indicated to John and the miners that I wished to publish something about Ushaw Moor. Is it fair to say that I have now accomplished that? The work is not a conventional book; it is rather more akin to a modern device which youngsters might call an electronic book.  Either way I am referring to the many posts/articles that I have published on Paul’s site. 

At my age I feel that I probably understand Ushaw Moor and its history. I also feel that I understand just a bit about how  the world ticks. Not enough mind you! As I see it the world at large is generally ruled by heavy hitters that create smoke and mirrors; in contrast the inhabitants of  an ex mining village rarely generate smoke or bring out mirrors because, apart from anything else, they are too busy striving to earn a living, feed their children and live an honourable life. No doubt a few people will have an affair and perhaps  the annual leek show requires close scrutiny, but I bet that there are no bankers living in Ushaw Moor to create exotic and dodgy financial instruments on a scale that leads to financial misery for millions of people. Hitters versus the rest has no doubt gone on right back into ancient times and I do not think that will ever change much. Perhaps an honourable dictator is not such a bad thing, but the risk that we end up with a less than bright Adolf, or an almighty poser like Mussolini, is perhaps a risk too far for us. Looking further a field others are of course living through that kind of misery right now.

I have a list of things to do that must be done. They really must be done. They are vitally important! I will be back briefly in November with an article that hopefully you will like. Meanwhile enjoy the warmer months and take care. 


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Memories Of The Police

April 19, 2009 Leave a comment

We can start with Jock the policeman. He rebuked my bicycle riding uncle  for colliding with his police motor bike outside Broughs – even though it was during  a very murky dark evening back in WW2.

Then there was the 1980s miners’ strike. One newspaper reported an allegation that police officers taunted striking, and unpaid, miners by fingering and/ or flashing five pound notes within sight of the miners. If true that was a touch provocative.

Then there was a contact of mine, going about their lawful business, who told me that  their car had been accidentally damaged by the police during their chase of some suspicious person. My contact allegedly had a bit of difficulty getting compensation out of the police for the damage to the car.

1987 Reading v Derby. I was walking to the railway station after the game and heard a policeman say something very similiar to ‘look at those Derby fans coming out of the stadium , they are animals’ I told him they were well behaved and that he was mistaken. His reply was ‘I suggest you move on sir’ That was a very cerebral reply, don’t you think?

This is not a rant at the police merely an article stimulated by the latest reports in the media concerning the recent G20 demonstration in London. I find it worrying. Police are our servants not masters. A newspaper  took that last phrase right out of my mouth.

Actually the great majority of police staff are doing highly commendable work. They are prepared to do tasks that a lot of people would not contemplate; tasks that require various qualities such as  sensitivity,  intelligence, courage, patience and a lot more. So whilst I can dredge up a few alleged aspects of unsatisfactory  police behaviour we could not do without them. We should be thankful for the great number of commendable deeds  they perform – day in day out.


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Road To Durham

April 18, 2009 Leave a comment

Radio 4 – 2.30pm TODAY- The Saturday Play:

The Radio Times tells us that the Bevin Boys were a largely ignored group of 18 year olds when their names were picked out of a hat towards the end of the Second World War.They were sent down the mines instead of joining the forces. See page 121 of the current Radio Times – sounds like it will be an interesting play. Some of the action takes place at the Durham Miners’ Gala.

So – get your ‘wireless’ sorted – forget ‘Journey Into Space’ and hopefully have a profitable hour listening in to Road to Durham.


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Looking Foward to 2089

April 17, 2009 Leave a comment

This post is an experiment and experiments with chemistry can be dangerous. My vision of 2089 created by the brainstorming method is:

Flying people become common place by means of computerised machines. Collisions are almost impossible.

Every town and village has nominated farms producing wholesome food. The number of farms is dependent upon the size of each place.

Local professional football leagues are back thus reducing  travel miles. Sixteen in all. The champions of each of those leagues then meet in a knock out competition called the FA Cup.

All exotic financial instruments banned/criminalized by the Streamlined Financial Simplicity Board [SFSB]

Stylish beards are now the norm

Stats are produced and fully publized that show the details of ‘charity giving’ by all people earning the new maximum annual salary of 300k [2009 equivalent 100k]

All religious denominations to meet under one  roof. Each religion is provided with a room of their own within that building. Not unlike Woolworth’s pick and mix

All night shift work banned on health grounds. The CBI do not like this latest move

All awards other than the VC  and GC are banned thus causing uproar

Political Correctness revised and diluted

Supermarkets nationalized but profits down

Drug companies cannot refuse to produce a drug if the Liberal Goverment insist upon its production

Astrologers pilloried in the stocks

Vince Cable awarded the VCGC – a cross between the VC and the GC

West Auckland win the World Cup for the THIRD time – beating West Germany 4-2

Eastenders replaced by a new soap called “Laughter Makes You Live Longer’


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They Moved About

April 17, 2009 Leave a comment

In 1901 Matthew Gibson was a 63 year old retired miner living in South View, Ushaw Moor, with his wife Louisa. Louisa was a year younger than her husband. Matthew was born in South Shields whereas Louisa was born in a more exotic place – Prussia – if I read it correctly!

Their son Richard was born in Ryhope. Another son, Joseph, was born in East Castle, Durham, further son Matthew was born in Greencroft [Stanley/South Moor?]. The youngest child, a daughter, Alloysess [?] was born in Quebec [not Canadian version].

Meanwhile in George Street we had George Appleby and his wife Thomason. He was born in Brandon and she was born in Hetton Le Hole. Their family:

Richard born Langley Moor

Elizabeth born Langley Moor

William born Sacriston

Catherine born Langley Moor

George born Broompark

Do these names mean anything to anyone?


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A Certain Image

April 16, 2009 Leave a comment

I imagine that memories section bloggers have a certain image. Maybe some people think that we look back because there is little to look forward to. Expletive. We look back, live for now, and anticipate the future. But what sort of future? I love that last sentence. I went years making sure that I never started a sentence with And or But. But I no longer worry about it. Finer writers than me are at it all the time. Rebels together!


If I am lucky enough to be in an old peoples’ home in 2032, with marbles in place, I will ensure that the place is not boring. I will need help of course but I will no doubt get that from a friend that I have yet to meet.  



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