A VERY SAD DAY …. A GREAT STEP FORWARD
By Diana Watson Daniels
My Childhood in the Colliery Rows in Burradon were the best days of my life, we had a great welfare (park), co-op, the smallest sweet shop, family butchers, and the smallest picture house you could ever imagine, which I fondly remember.
Saturday morning was the matinee, cowboys and Indians; to this day I still have a great interest in the oldwild west. Eventually the picture house was turned into a youth club, which was very popular. All these buildings are now long gone. |
Colliery Row |
School
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The schools we had were very primitive in comparison to what we have today, I must admit I did not care for school but they were still the best years of my life and I would give every thing I have to go back. I could write a book about School but that will have to wait for another story.
I can not start to describe how I felt when they told us those lovely little houses where I grew up were to be demolished. |
We were told new houses were being built and we would soon be moving over the road, which to me meant nothing. The demolishing of Office Row made us realize life was about to change forever. We then began to plan for our new abode.
I remember growing up in this little village, a beautiful but old colliery cottage which I loved and lived in as a little girl. The outside toilets and little coal house immediately opposite the back door.
We lived directly in front of the pit baths and canteen where we used to play, each winter when the snow would turn to ice we used to ice skate up and down the front road, without any worries or fears, the days and years just passed by |
Burradon Road |
so quickly.
Office Row had approx 40 houses, we knew just about everyone. We had good neighbours who became good friends, who would look out for you and help you anyway they could.
I remember the GIBBS family who lived in No 1, who tragically lost their two boys on holiday, the RICHARDSON family who were at No2, THE ELLOIT’S The KEIR family The LITTLE family, the GIBBISON’S who lived at No13; Mam, Dad my sister and I lived at No 14 the WAUGH family at No 15. I also remember PAT and IRENE RYDER, and the LEE family who lived a little further down. There were lots of other families but I can not remember their names.
The day we moved to Means Drive was 10th August 1968, It took quite a while to get settled and finally grew to love the new house, with an inside toilet and big new bath, a great looking kitchen and fitted carpets, but in my heart was still full of that little old cottage with an outside toilet, long front garden full of flowers and vegetables, and a wonderful coal fire comfy and warm, which I could die for. A long tin bath which used to hang behind the back door, can you believe that.
| When the day came that Office Row and the others was to be demolished, families moved out gradually. I wanted to be there but I could not bring myself to be stuck with a memory like that, I was aware it was pulled down bit by bit till it was flattened and looked like a bomb site, then I plucked up courage with a few tears to look upon what was once my childhood, gone forever….A VERY SAD DAY. |
Colliery Row |
When I walk down Office Row which is now Kirkwood, I look upon a complete change and one could never imagine how it used to be unless you lived there as a child.
Now I look back at the best day’s years of my life in the Colliery Rows with great love and affection and think back on the way of life which built my character and when I think about it now I can only say it was A VERY SAD DAY but A GREAT STEP FORWARD.
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