mickypotts

Might a thord varse be in the mekin?

2nd vorse same as the forst

The treasures that were to be found from the junk he tossed away seemed like the best toys we had, my 1st transistor radio came from here with mouldy batteries that worked once I cleaned the terminals up, we never had a radio at home so my appreciation of music was due to Mr. Millnes dump!! also how about the camps we built in the Dr. Pit timber yard til yi got chased by the watchee

Sorry 3 bairn bogie

We took our custom enclosed 3 man bogey doon the Bedlington bank more than a few times, and went skidding into the field at the bottom to slow down, we needed spotters at top and bottom to give us a nod when the traffic was clear, it was a longer ride than the bank top and with the wood panels enclosing us we got knocked aboot but nee real bad scrapes, once we made the turn to go over the bridge on the river. we called it the Supabogie!!

wey Man jist luk at yi, aaal Hacky Dorty from splodgin in the clarts, git yer sel ootside reet noo

Check out this site, a good history from the very start of the ironworks http://web.archive.org/web/20080508220053/http://www.pitwork.net/terrymcbedl.htm a tale of Mounsey,s wife being torn to shreds by a machine shaft in front of her kids

My wife and I were driving on the seabridge from Moncton New Brunswick Canada to Prince Edward Island when the news came on, I turned the camcorder on in the car and still have the footage with the radio reports as it happened, the stretch of water under this huge bridge is called the Northumberland strait. The people of Canada could not have been nicer, we were camping down through Nova Scotia and back down through Maine to Pennsylvania but the borders were closed for 2 weeks so we made the most of it but we never played a tune on the radio after that,we only listened to the news, a lot of the camping parks in Canada kept the lights on all night which made it hard to sleep in a tent but I guess gave the campers a better feeling of security. Strange days they were......

Happy Birthday Vic, all the very best

Malcolm X is Malcolm Tate Aka The Talc

sorry guys, that was keith Wilkinson in the pic not David

I think the lad on the far left on picture 2 is David Wilkinson, we were the best of mates, sadly he died that year of yellow Jaundice, his mother has passed the year before of the same ailment. 2nd from right on same pic is John??? he stayed on after his year left and joined our class to take O levels again

HPW, the life story is a great idea but have someone in mind to take it when you go, My Dad had a pile of papers he had written of his whole life after he moved to Newbiggin from Bedlington, it was to be a book called the Perils of Private Potts, the pile was over 4 feet high with photos and newspaper clippings and he added to it almost every day until he passed, My sister in law came in to clean the house for my Mam after the funeral and she chucked out the whole collection he had made, when I found out my heart almost fell out of my chest, the woman had never paid attention to my parents ever before this, so Mark my words and put your writings in safe keeping Wilma

Very canny varses aal aboot the Waal, dis enybodi hev the Lampton worm?

These last 4 pics are some of my class, and others, 1st pic next to #8 is John Bowman, little guy in right side front row below #5 is Charlie Roberts

Elizabeth Coultard was in my class, very nice Lass, what was the name of her freind with the platinum blonde hair??

How about John Bowman, Michael Furlong or Desa Reay they all lived near the Bank top?

Fantastic Keith, just what I wanted, Thank you

I saw some class pics a while ago on here and now I cant find them, can anyone point me in the right direction?

Happy Birthday Merc, All the best mate

Back in 1986 I was working construction at the Philadelphia North East airport we were adding a building at the base of the control tower to train air traffic controllers, we had to dig over 30 Feet down through clay to reach bedrock and pour the concrete footings, I was in the trench nearest the tower when I saw a dark streak in the clay from the surface, at about 25 feet a hard chunk was sticking out so I got closer and pried it loose with my claw hammer, it was very heavy and mettalic, oval shape and about the size of a pancake, about 2 inches thick and kind of curved inward. a sledge hammer could not put a dent in it. it had a bubbly kind of surface. I cleaned it up and took it home where it sat on my porch for years as a doorstop until my son Jonathan needed something for his Science fair at school so he took the rock. It sits in the science class to this day in a glass case, and they Identified it at Penn state university as a Meteorite, They think I donated it to the school which I suppose I did but they valued it at over $10,000.00 !!!!! Moral...........Easy Come Easy Go

Maggie, are your freinds in Canterbury the Bowmans, they are my best freinds and we skype all the time

Did you ever meet Millie Henderson at the Welwyn, she was my Aunt and lived on Vulcan place next to the Whitley and the sweet shop?

And divint fergit the pokaa

and the page usually lit up and floated up ti the ceiling