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    Voices of Stanley
    Voices of Stanley
    Voices of Stanley
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    Voices of Stanley

    By Jo Bath

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    Voices of Stanley is a remarkable compilation of extracts drawn from the extensive Beamish Museum Oral History collection, recalling life in the area between 1880 and 1950. Vivid memories are recounted, including childhood and schooldays, work and play, sport and leisure, as well as the war years. It covers the harrowing search for bodies following the Stanley pit disaster of 1909 and lost sheep in the snows of 1947, as well as local traditions of possing, jarping, and candymen. Richly illustrated with over seventy pictures from the museum archive, many previously unpublished, this volume paints a revealing picture of life in Stanley in years gone by. Anyone who knows the town will enjoy this nostalgic look at the unique history of the area through the eyes of its residents.
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherThe History Press
    Release dateFeb 3, 2014
    ISBN9780750953702
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      Book preview

      Voices of Stanley - Jo Bath

      For Paul, Richard and Mike,

      who kept me sane(ish).

      CONTENTS

      Title Page

      Dedication

      Acknowledgements

      Introduction

      One    Domestic Work

      Two    Home Life

      Three    Backyards and Village Streets

      Four    Down the Shops

      Five    Leisure Time

      Six    Down the Mines

      Seven    Tough Times

      Eight    At School and Church

      Nine    Country Life

      Copyright

      ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS

      Voices of Stanley is drawn from the extensive and fascinating collections of Beamish, the Living Museum of the North. Without the museum’s dedication to the collection and preservation of interviews, photographs and archive material of north-eastern life, sustained for over forty years, this book could not have been written. My thanks go in particular to Paul Castrey.

      I would also like to thank Northumbria Police, who came to my rescue when a draft of this book was stolen. Sadly they could not recover my work, but they did show me every consideration and they did catch the thieves.

      Most of all, my thanks go out to all those men and women who, between 1974 and 2010, sat down with an audio recorder to leave for posterity such vivid glimpses into life in the pit villages of northern County Durham.

      INTRODUCTION

      For reasons of space and clarity it has been necessary to edit some of the memories presented here, but I have done this with as light a hand as possible, to allow the interviewees’ own personal stories to shine through. Still, something is lost in the transcription of the spoken interview to the written book, not least of which is the distinctive accent of the region.

      In the first half of the twentieth century, Stanley stood at the heart of a network of villages dominated by, and often built to house the workforce of, the coal-mining industry. In the memories that follow, the influence of the pits shows up in all sorts of ways, obvious and subtle. And since the mines’ closure, the world they supported – with its pit buzzers and poss tubs, jarping and netties – is gradually passing out of memory. This book represents a small window into that world.

      Jo Bath, 2014

      One

      DOMESTIC WORK

      King, Queen and Boss

      Mother was king, queen, boss; yes, the whole lot. My father was the wage earner, the supplier of money. He was always in the background, always there, very important – if he wasn’t at work, of course. If ever we hurt ourselves it was to mum we went, and if we had to be punished, it was mother – I’ve never heard my father raise his voice towards me, to any of us in fact.

      Ernie Cheeseman

      Five to Look After

      Mother had five to look after: she had five pairs of boots to get clean every morning for us to get off to school, and for the two girls she had to put their hair in ringlets hanging down their neck. There was a lot of fighting; they had a job to separate us when we were younger. We had to be in at eight o’clock on a night, if we were in a minute after eight father would take his cap off and clout you cross the back of the neck.

      Jack Edgell

      The Chancellor of the Exchequer

      The woman was the master as well as the mistress of the house. The poor old miner, considering the amount of work he had to do hewing coal, was only a wage-getter. The Chancellor of the Exchequer, all that sort of thing, that was the woman of the house, his wife. She would make the meal, and she would put the meal on the table. No one but no one was allowed to touch that meal until the miner himself had had his fill, then what he left the family could have. Nowadays that seems terrible, but look at it this way, if he didn’t eat to gain energy, if he didn’t keep his health, he couldn’t go to work and nobody ate.

      Ernie Cheeseman

      Amateur photographer Mr Watson with his family. Mr Watson, from South Moor, took pictures of Edwardian Stanley and also took a photographic booth to local fairs and galas.

      Bacon for the Pitman

      A pitman hadn’t a good feed for his breakfast if he didn’t get bacon on the morning, a good fry of bacon. It used to be pretty thick, there was lovely dripping out of it – they used to dip the kids bread in it and things like that. At Christmastime you would save the goose dripping and spread that on your bread just the same as butter. And if lads run a message for anybody, when they came back they would be asked, ‘Would you like a slice of jam and bread?’ They were glad of a slice of jam and bread, or a slice of dripping bread, people hadn’t money to give them you see.

      Jack Edgell

      The Kitchen Range

      We had the coal fire and we’d open up the boiler, and that fire did everything. My mother used to bake, and on the fireside you’d see about eight loaf tins when she was doing the baking; and that went on in every miner’s home. And in the oven there would be some dinner, and on the side would be the big end boiler where she boiled the water for us to get washed. When there was nobody to get washed then we used to keep this side boiler full of water every day. My mother would fill the large iron pan with broth and that broth would be used two or three times in a week, so really them big, black pans made a lot of broth and they lasted a family for quite a while.

      Samuel Jackson

      First World War Rations

      My mother used to make potatoes and turnips and meat, but you didn’t get much meat you know. She said, ‘Well I’ll make a pie with that,’ and everybody got a decent share in the pie dish. Put some carrots in or peas or something like that, nice. And of course when you wanted tea you could always guarantee it was jam, that’s all you would get. Or a bit of bread and cheese. You didn’t grumble, you just carried on, made the most of things.

      Joseph French

      Here, Beamish Museum has recreated the interior of a pit cottage from around 1913.

      Onions Seven Days a Week

      My father had moved with the pit closing down and we were left and the neighbours looked after us. My father was sending them money every week to buy us grub. And we had onions for breakfast, onions for dinner, onions for tea and onions for supper: fried, boiled, any way. My father had been away about a month when he got a weekend home. And he came home and he said, ‘Everything alright?’ And before he could say anything else I said, ‘It would be if we could get anything other than onions to eat! We’ve had nowt but onions – breakfast, dinner, tea and supper – onions! Onions every day, seven days a week! I’m sick of bloody onions!’ My father went mad – he’d been sending them two pounds a week, something like that, which was a hell of a lot of money in those days. And they were living off the fat of the land and were feeding us onions out of the allotment. And my father said, ‘That’s it! I’ll have you away from here!’ And within a fortnight we were on the back of a wagon on our way to Billingham.

      Anonymous

      Fruit and Veg

      My mother used to make all her own jams and chutneys and pickles. There was a garden where we had all our vegetables – potatoes, turnips and carrots and parsnips and celery and leeks. My mother always had a fruit basket in the pantry, there’d be apples and oranges and plums. We would always get something to take to school.

      R. Powton

      Stotty Cakes

      I used to walk from the school and at the house at the end of the terrace, Eden Terrace, there was a woman called Mrs Burns. She had a family of a lot of boys, and often she used to be baking stotty cakes. Just out the window there was sort of a grill thing, and she used to put them outside to cool. And sometimes she’d say to me, ‘Would you like a bit of stotty cake, Hinnie?’ And she’d go and put some margarine or whatever it was on it, and hand me this piece of stotty cake.

      Irene Wilson

      Baking Day

      Wednesday was baking day. The house was filled with lovely smells of freshly baked bread. My mother used to bake for the four of us. After kneading for a little while, there would be a spotless clean towel put over it allowing it to rise, and then it would be cut into small portions and put into tins, which would be put along the steel fender in front of the fire to let it rise a little bit further. You could tell when the oven became a proper temperature by opening the oven door and putting your elbow in – or get some flour and sprinkle it on the steel shelves in the oven and the different hues of brown would tell you if it was the right temperature for pastry or what have you. So the bread would be put into the oven and brought out and put on the backyard wall to cool off. There was a little bit of dough left and if we were at home we would make different shapes

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