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Old School Broompark County Durham Broompark school county durham

January 30, 2013 8 comments

Old School Broompark County Durham Broompark school county durham

Broompark infant school county durham uk

I remember the school well. All the upper levels were blocked off as it was only used for infants on the lower ground level.
Seems it was turned into apartments.??
More photos here ~~

Any other input ` Thanks.

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Ushaw Moor Station 1964

January 25, 2013 3 comments

Ushaw Moor Station 1964
Copyright photo by Ron Fisher from his Fotopic web site


Ushaw Moor Station looking east in May 1964
Copyright photo by Ron Fisher from his Fotopic web site

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Bridge over River Deerness – Ushaw Moor –

January 23, 2013 2 comments
Road Bridge over River Deerness, Ushaw Moor

Road Bridge over River Deerness, Ushaw Moor

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Back Street-Grant Street- Broompark County Durham.

January 23, 2013 31 comments

Back of Garden st Broompark number 431Broompark County Durham Circa 1962w810H
Back street -Garden street Broompark.the kids broomparkBack of Grant st Broompark number 431Back Street-Grant Street- Broompark County Durham.

Back of Grant Street Broompark County Durham
11th of September 1959

John Bowery’s Comments Are Worth A Look

January 18, 2013 Leave a comment

I value all comments on Paul’s site but am concerned that Mr Bowery’s comments might be missed by some readers because they are a wee bit buried: that is, within the responses to my Seven Words For The People Of Ushaw Moor post.

We have some grand writers and he is one of them. Have a read.


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Pied Piper Bus Driver?

January 18, 2013 13 comments

In my quest to find out when the old village of Broompark was demolished
i found this~ ???.I attended that school as a toddler and went on to St Josephs.
The article was in the northern echo and is dated  April 17 2009.
50 years ago from that date in my calculation would make the year 1959.
Yet i have no recollection of a pied piper bus driver tooting his horn.
We walked to the main bus stop near Loves hotel and caught the bus there.

April 17th, 2009

From the Durham County Advertiser 50 years ago.

The driver of a bus which arrives in Broompark each weekday morning has become known as the modern Pied Piper.
 When he toots his horn, children of the village skip out of their homes and are not seen again until early evening.
 “Very soon their parents will be leaving, never to return,”.
 A villager remarked bitterly to an Advertiser reporter this week.. “A village which loses its school begins slowly to decay.”

At Broompark School, focal point of the life of the village since the beginning of the century, only one of three classrooms is now in use.
 Thirty older chldren were transferred to Ushaw Moor a fortnight ago, but there is still a class for toddlers.
 After the summer holidays, however, even they will probably have to make the mile and a half trip to Ushaw Moor.

As reported in the Advertiser last week, a petition protesting against the closure of the school has been signed by over 200 villagers.
 Parents have already seen the county authorities and the Central Executive Education Committee.
 They intend to fight resolutely to save the school.

It is doubtful, however, whether a reprieve will be granted, for the problem at Broompark is that of many villages throughout the county.

? Compiled with the help of Durham County Council’s Clayport library

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Service 44 Bus from Ushaw Moor heading into Durham City | Flickr – Photo Sharing!

January 17, 2013 18 comments

20-01-62 United SHN748 Durham

This Bristol LS5G with an ECW B45F body was in service with United Automobile Services Limited. Service 44 from Ushaw Moor is heading into Durham City via Neville’s Cross and just leaving the (old) A1 at this point.

via 20-01-62 United SHN748 Durham | Flickr – Photo Sharing!.

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Flickr: The Ushaw Moor Historical Pool

January 17, 2013 Leave a comment


Check OUT Ushaw Moor Historical Photos on Flickr, Join the GROUP.

Flickr: The Ushaw Moor Historical Pool.

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Pride Can Stifle Creativity. Don’t Let it.

January 17, 2013 3 comments

Thank you Noodles for praising my last effort.There are a few of us running up and down the pitch in an effort to keep the site fresh and interesting: Noodles sweeping up at the back, WB playing in an unfamiliar wing half role and new signing Nightingale singing away as if there is no tomorrow. Clarkey is often seen on the touchline bellowing, encouraging and a lot more besides. There is lots of chatter with no sign of a petering out. Cluffy has been known to moan that we should be playing 4-4-2 not 4-3-3 however he is usually  a fountain of hope and calmness.

I dashed off that last piece [92 not out] in about twenty minutes but,too late and to my dismay, I found a few errors in it, for example: how ever instead of however and neccesarily, which has to many cees and not enough esses.

But It’s the message that counts, not the occasional errors. If you have something heartfelt to write just do it. As Sir Ken Robinson might say:

And stop talking like Shakespeare. You are confusing everybody. Just write. Create.


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92 Not out

January 16, 2013 2 comments

One day, at the age of 15, my half-brother scored 92 runs for South Moor Cricket Club’s first team. I thought that was a big score for his age and told him that I was delighted for him. 92 runs are a lot of runs but I am equally impressed if you have lived that amount of years on this tiny blue dot in the universe. 

It is the way of life that Colin, being 15, had his best years ahead of him, unlike the 92 year old who has not. An aged person is likely to experience pain, despair and loneliness in generous measure, however caring and considerate his or her family happen to be. Ushaw Moor residents in the first half of the 20th century were lucky to reach 65, never mind 92. In the 1930s a common age for men to die was 57; by the time they had reached that milestone they tended to be tired but not necessarily dispirited. And not necessarily lonely. You still had a community that cared rather than finding yourself being administered to by well meaning officials.

Community was all, in Ushaw Moor: however old you were there was a good chance of being visited by family, work colleagues and neighbours that cared. Your heart might have been on the verge of stopping, or your lungs may have felt like a disobedient dog, but you had human warmth around you and in you.

There is still a lot of human warmth about but too much of it is miles away and distracted by other things. These days, if you are one of the unlucky ones, you can be left with a birthday card, a Christmas card and your memories. As well as pain and energy loss.

The very old have a lot to give, especially if you ignore a few concepts held by that’outdated’ generation, but are alert to their perceptive and very wise comments.It demands patience, listening skills and love. Lots of love. We really are all on a journey with a terminus and should realise that virtually all of us will be dead by the time we are 110. Out caught in the slips by an away swinging ball.


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