Hi Tony! Frankie Heron,and he's Brother Jackie,lived with their Parents,directly opposite my Family home in Hollymount Square,in Bedlington,from the first dozen houses built not long after the war.[somewhere around 1947-8 ish] They were two big smart fella's,Frankie being the extrovert,always shouting over a loud hello to my family,out in the street,taking photo's of life in the street,all of the bairns playing,sitting us on the wall for group shots,etc. I have got Frankie to thank forever,for taking the only shot in existence of my little Spaniel/lakeland terrier dog,sitting on the wall, like an ornament,posing for him! I would have been roughly 12 yrs old,and my little dog got killed on the road beside the "store"..[Co-op],by a speeding opencast coal lorry,not long after the pic was taken. This would have been about 1956,when Bedlington suddenly went from being a quiet,traffic-free road,[the main street],to Tulip's coal lorries thundering down the street overladen with coal,speeding down Bedlington bank,spewing smoke-screens of exhaust fumes,on the way to Bebside Pit to be unloaded at the washery plant. Jackie was very reserved,but still very sociable,in a more quieter way. Old..[to us kids!] Mr and Mrs Heron,were a lovely couple,and Mrs Heron and My Mother were very close friends for years. Frankie had the nickname of "Spanky",at the Doctor Pit,probably cos when he went out,he always went dressed to the knocker,immaculate,his ginger top always vaselined doon!! When we talk aboot thi gud aad days,THEY WERE gud aad days,in a proper aad-fashioned pit community. Thinking back,a suppose everybody got dressed in "Sunday best",when they went anywhere special,cos most folks had nowt except work clothes, and "best" clothes.....nae big wardrobes full of designer-wear in them days! Sorry to hear of Frankie's passing ,Tony,thanks for the info. R.I.P. Frankie.