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Memories of New Brancepeth and Ushaw MoorI offer this piece, having been inspired by the heart warming articles written by Mr McLoughlin and others. Why do we indulge in going back? From my point of view it is partly to enable me to understand why I am what I am today. It is a case of looking at my roots and tracing subsequent developments. It is also a pleasure to look back and there is nothing

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My family was one of the first sixteen families to move onto the new council housing in Ushaw Moor in January 1947. To move from 29 Harvey Street in New Brancepeth into 38 Victoria Court, Ushaw Moor, was a cultural shock even at eight years old. An indoor flush toilet, hot and cold running water and a bath was truly out of this world. It was like winning the Lottery. The first sixteen families

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North East History : Echo Memories: "Industrial unrest brings hard times and even harder bossesBy David SimpsonUshaw Moor's original colliery village overlooked the colliery threequarters of a mile west of the present village and was the scene of a troublesome strike in the 1880s. The colliery owner, Henry Chaytor, of Witton Castle, was an uncompromising master.Sanitary conditions in his terraces

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Broughs store at the bottomof Station Road operated a delivery service which covered a largearea of the Deerness Valley. They created employment for at least22 people in 1914.

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mike kiplingLocation: ushaw moorUshaw Moor Memories: some one was talking about a policeman called JOCK, that was jock allen he did ride a green motorcycle and he was killed in an axxident while riding it. i was raised in ushaw moor, i was born 26/2/1946 and lived my early years at the top end of ushaw terrace. we then moved to bracken court number 4 we were one of the first to move into the new

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Opening of New Relley Bridge See More PHOTOS Here

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Durham Miner Project - Ushaw Moor 1800 to Present - Timeline: "1900April � one fatal accident on the surface. 1903December � one man run over by tub. 190916th February � Stanley Pit Disaster. The explosion caused the loss of 175 men and boys. 1932November � 2 lives lost due to explosion of firedamp."

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Tonight I would like to concentrate on the building where Mc Cormicks shop is now situated in Durham Road. This building was constructed in the years leading up to the First World War by the New Brancepth Cooperative Society. If we start from the first department of the store from the Broompark end then this was the Greengrocery department. There was a female employee worked in this department

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Durham Miner Project - Deerness Valley Railways - a history 1943 - 1947

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Durham City Villages: "The history of the Deerness valley goes back a long way as a Roman road called DERE STREET passed through this area. It crossed the River Deerness somewhere between Ushaw moor and Esh on its way towards the Roman fort at Lanchester. Read more about the history of the Durham City villages in the archives of The Northern Echo's Durham Memories by David Simpson Memories by

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Soldier Story.com - Links from I was There , an autobiography by Frank Proctor: "The Soldier at sea before D-Day: I never experienced any cringing with those aboard. I suppose they were all trained soldiers ready to do what soldiers are expected to do. So whatever was at hand we would get on with it, whether it was enjoying the canned fruit, battling the very rough sea, taking cover from

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I have a vivid memory of time I spent in this village, as a child I remember hardly ever being in the house, I was either up the woods, near ushaw college, or down the beck, "catchin minners". Life seemed so much better then. Well those were the days, by the way,, great site....:)

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Ushaw Moor Historical Website: "James William Chappell was reputedly the first person in Durham County to own a bicycle with pneumatic tyres. He is seen here with the machine he rode to London and back in 1890. "

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I don't know if it's the same enid greenwell as dated queensland Feb. 2003 but we used to be great friends till she moved to australia with her family when she was 11 she also had a younger sister .we used to go to a place called broadgate i have only just found this sight i was born in the village and have lived here all my life i went to ushaw moor infants & junior school then the secondary

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I read the "Autobiography of Frank Proctor" some time ago and I thoroughly enjoyed the book. I would recommend this book to any of the older generation in Ushaw Moor. Frank was a very strong character who went as a very young man with a number of friends to work on the farms in Canada. He suffered homesickness as one by one his friends returned to the Ushaw Moor area and he was left alone in a

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I enjoyed reading about Martin and Ruby Gallagher. My Gran and Grandad lived at 28 Arthur St. and as a child I was often sent to the little shop. It was a happy place, Ruby was always singing. My Gran never called her Ruby Gallaher it was Ruby Deaton. Also in Arthur St. were Mrs. Quinn, Mrs. Jolly , Mrs. Nanncarrow and the Wallige family. They were friendly with the Young family who lived in

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Fantastic - I've only just found this site (17 June 2004) and am really keen to provide input - when I have the time. But for the moment this will suffice (hoping it might capture some response from long "lost" friends. I grew up at Red House Farm (College Road), attended Ushaw Moor primary then Whinney Hill. Parents still alive and well living in Seggiston, brother Malcolm still in area - lives

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I have looked into the UM site for the past couple of years and I have met Paul Clough who runs the site and I think it is a great shame that more residents and ex-residents do not use this great facility. Hebburn, where I have lived for over thirty years has a great website, many residents of the Town use the website, and also many ex-residents who now live all over the globe contribute to the

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My grandfather Frederick Vickers worked at the Ushaw Moor coal mine and lived at 29 Ladysmith Tce. All his children were born there including my mother Jane, born 1916. During WW11 I went to live with my grandparents for a short while and went to Ushaw Moor Infant School. I often saw Vicar Welby as the manse was at the end of Ladysmith Tce and I once went to tea there. My grandfather owned a big

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Ushaw Moor Having failed my 11+ exam, in September 1959 I went to Whinney Hill Secondary Modern School (i was living in Musgrave Gardens in Gilesgate, Durham). Some of the more senior boys tried to make us feel welcome by fiding out our interests and introducing us to senior with similar interests. Being a trainspotter I was introduced to the late Stephen Dent who lived at 22 Whitehouse Lane in

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Relly Mill, As a frequent trainspotter at Durham Station, I got to know most of the staff quite well. I would often end up on the footplate of the steam banking engine - with complete approval of all but the Railway Police who just turned a blind eye. If I agreed to carry the daily water supply to the signal boxes, I was allowed to travel in the guards van. This is how it worked. After the last

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The schools in Hebburn are closed this week for the autumn half term holiday and this brings back memories of my own far off school days in Ushaw Moor. Tatie picking week was the first week of the holidays and you offered your labour to one of the local farmers. I picked spuds for Ernie Laing, the first farm on the College Road, another year for George Dixon at the College farm. another year

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Compared to those memories I have read this evening mine are very mundane but a few names might spark others memories. My Grandad was Martin Gallagher who built and ran the little grocers shop at the top of Arthur Street with his wife Ruby. They had two daughters, Shirley and Isabel (my Mam). Auntie Shirley and her husband, Tom Wilson (from Bearpark), succeeded to the shop then it passed to my

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The last entry from Margaret Mc Lean is a wonderful description of a childhood spent in Ushaw Moor. Her Dad I think was the son of Jack Mc Dermott who was the landlord at the Flass for a lot of years. Her Dad Maurice worked at New Brancepeth Colliery and I think he was a brickie. Her Uncle John worked at Ushaw Moor Colliery. Maurice and Ellen moved into Oakridge Road and I think were

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I was born at 9.30 in the evening on the 10th August 1945 at the Flass Inn, Ushaw MoorMy mother Ellen McDermott (nee Cavanagh) was born locally, and who married my father Maurice Patrick McDermmott on 5th December 1943. I attended St Johephs RC Junior School and then moved onto St Leonards RC Secondary Modern School in Durham during 1952.I have fond memories of my childhood in Ushaw Moor. Mr

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I was a pitlad born in Spennymoor. I started work at Chilton Colliery in 1944. I left in 1948 to volunteer for service in the R.A.F. I eventually arrived back in Durham and was employed as an Ambulance Driver-Attendant at the H.Q. Depot, Framwellgate Moor. Bobby Alderson was our Head driver. I remember him with affection. He was a highly organised man who ran our Depot with great efficiency. In

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I have not been on the Ushaw Moor site for a number of weeks but when I looked at the Railways programme on the site this afternoon it brought back many happy memories of 'train spotting' at Relly Mill bridge. It was a great place to look at the trains from, it was a very busy junction in those far days in the early 50s. The sun seemed to shine all the school holidays then. Steam trains roared by

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I was reading this page tonight and enjoying the stories when as my page scrolled down I came across the words "My grandmother, Elizabeth Ann Hudson". I thought to myself, hang on Elizabeth Ann Hudson was my great grandmother. I kept scrolling and found myself reading about us, my family. The lady writing is my mothers cousin Sheila. My mother was one of the 5 Mitchell cousins she mentioned. I

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My grandmother, Elizabeth Ann Hudson used to live in the miners cottages at 10 Cochrane Terrace. It was a tiny place with only 2 rooms, a passage way and a scullery. When I first started going to stay with my grandma in the 1940's, there was still a privy at the bottom of the garden. The railway line ran along the bottom of the gardens and many a time I've been startled while in "contemplation"!

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I have been looking at the site this evening and there is an entry about the Station House at Ushaw Moor. I remember this area well. As a child up to the age of eight years I lived at 29 Harvey Street, New Brancepeth. I attended St Josephs school in Ushaw Moor and in the summer we walked to and from school. We used to use the footpath from the station and the path ran between the Station

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I wonder how many people traveling the road between Esh Winning and Ushaw Moor realise that they are passing through an area where a small mining community and a pit existed between forty and fifty years ago. The site of Ushaw Colliery village and the site of the pit are now almost lost. My most vivid memory of the village is of walking through the remains of the streets in the village and the

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