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Sheep And Priests

On Sundays my step-father frequently took me for a walk along the top road. It was an opportunity to find a good spot to fly my model aeroplane.  Eventually  the Ushaw Moor Catholic Seminary would come into view. I recall a scene dominated by sheep, golf players and the building itself. It was quite relaxing – being pastoral, peaceful and a preliminary ritual before a walk back to roast beef and Yorkshire pudding; no Spotted Dick though because in our family the great era of the Dick was over. And you can take that as you wish.

I believe that a local paper has reported vandalism to a now derelict seminary; if so I am sorry to hear that. Catholicism in Ushaw Moor stretches back a very long time and it must be very sad news for the faithful. The run down of the building has been put down to falling rolls and financial problems. I can understand the former but not the latter; the Catholic Church is one of the richest organisations in the whole world and therefore if it wanted to keep the building secure it could no doubt find the funds to arrange it. Without proper security vandalism of such a building is inevitable. 


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  1. Mike Copple
    April 13, 2013 at 8:59 pm

    I also used to walk with my grandfather, Bill Linskey along the top road on Sundays and see the black pigs at the Ushaw College home farm, and then as per usual back for Sunday dinner. That was between 1950 to 1955. Great memories of Cook Ave. Bearpark where we lived, and St. Josephs, Ushaw Moor where I went to school.

    Mike Copple

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