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In the Blyth Gleaner 1819, this appeared, about John Corby late sexton of Bedlington. He died 11th Jan 1819. Here Corby lies in his last sleep Grave digging was his occupation Or ring the bell, or church to sweep, Or dust the pews upon occasion Lame of an arm and but one leg Some charity Jack was deserving He was to bashful for to beg He rather did prefer half starving His speech and manners were uncouth But firm and staunch upon occasion He always bluntly spoke the truth Without the smallest deviation To hunt the fox was his delight To get sly reynard in his clutches He stopped the fox holes in the night All day he hunted on his crutches Whene'er the fox was in full view No footman with Jack could keep stitches, So swift he on his crutches flew And sprung quite over dykes and ditches But now his sporting is all past We trust his faults are all forgiven Tis hoped he will meet with at last All honest Sportsmen safe in heaven Seems an interesting character and one we would have enjoyed having on the forum

Thomas and Dorothy Croudace. Bedlington Colliery

Hirst Head Farm Gravestone

Good Luck Synergy. I am sure the programmes will be excellent.

Friday this week Woman's Hour are doing a feature on the suffragettes. I am sure all views will be welcome.

Have a good day Tony.

Two war graves Lawson 1917 in the churchyard and Dodds 1943 Westlea Cemetry

Pendlington of Choppington. I have not heard of that name in Bedlington before, it is very close to our town name.

Church graveyard and another Foggan

The folks bought a Morris Minor convertible and suddenly day trips were organised. The Sunday run. Let's go out for a run had a different meaning then! Holidays usually meant my Dad went to work on the farm. On two occasions we went away, once to Bassentwaite for three days in a caravan. The other was to stay with a cousin of my Dads in Scotland. I cannot remember feeling that I missed out in any way.

Morpeth have detailed information in the church graveyard.

Do you dream of being cold or is the air con enough.

Double posting again, sorry but it has a time delay and seems not to be taken up.

A Foggan Gravestone about to be levelled I guess.

A Foggan Gravestone about to be levelled I guess.

Thomas and Sarah Brown.

Mary Lynn

Susanna Jordan.

Wonder what the tale is with this person named Yule. Why was the grave erected by his work mates?

George Thornton

Eddie Izzard talks about knocky door ginger but the average age in his gang in Bexhill was about 70. Mrs Stevens could not get down the path quickly and they had to go in for coffee!

The boiler was in the wash house for white washing and the Parnall washer was in the kitchen or scullery. Wash day was a Monday and I even remember the music playing on the light programme. I hated wet Mondays and the washing drying inside. Left overs for lunch/ dinner! Happy Days. Even fish on a Friday.

Steps back in time to a thriving town. Churches, garages, shops all doing well. The irony of using the Internet for communication, for shopping etc, but looking fondly at the past when things were different. It is often the simple things that matter. A friend is dying of cancer and we were remembering all the times that people have been kind and thoughtful. Strangely the people who are not we simply edit out of our lives.

This is great, anytime any of us have a word we think we used but are not sure it is a reference point. Well done John. Canny bit of work like!

I met up with Miss Wilkinson later in life. Amazing how the passage of time makes us all equal. Retirement is another great leveller.