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Emily may she rest in peace, was demonised by some politicians and by some elements of the media, after she died.

The great British public voted with their feet and flocked to the London Funeral.

Others lined the route of the the train standing at stations to pay there respects.

In Morpeth crowds gathered to pay witness and respect to a lady who has been described as a local hero.

I guess nothing has changed, there are still elements who do not understand why she did what she did.

I feel that horse racing is dangerous, but I also think the jockeys and horses are more at risk from their own actions than from a young lady with a message.

Well done to the jockey who paid tribute to her.

Fenwicks is still good for cakes.

The Mona Taylor homes are/ were at Hepscott.

On the main Morpeth Road.

Sometimes they were known as the Thomas Taylor homes.

Now cafe plant sales and a pupil referral unit.

Mona gets a mention in Morpeth as being a suffragette sympathiser.

Hoggs in Morpeth.

Donkins Ashington and Barnes in Bedlington.

Wonder where they came from to Barnes.

Wish things were simply that easy.

An argument, confrontation and then resolution.

The Ragged Trousered Philanthropist by Robert Tressell written in the early 1900s is testament to that.

Does power corrupt?

People are very loyal to Bedlington.

Particularly when in exile.

Who was Mona Taylor?

Where did the red ash come from?

How many of us cycled along it to Humford.

Summers where we felt free and safe.

Frost bite may have been a problem after swimming.

Maybe your life could warrant the Hollywood treatment!

Unfortunately Tony Scott not available you will have to settle for Ridley.

B U D C, great never thought about that.

Japs or peach melbas!

Elephants feet or apple turnovers.

Postings or postungs!

Freudian slip maybe!

Just Bedlington and humour.

My initial thoughts were based on history.

As an elder citizens I felt the heritage initiative was a great incentive.

Later I felt we could be the eyes and ears for people living elsewhere.

Promoting Bedlington in a positive light seemed like a good idea.

However having been to a forum meeting I realise how many people do not post their thoughts.

I am interested in what other people think.

I never ever set out to upset people with my thoughts or topics.

Mine were from The shop at Westlea.

No fear of cholesterol then.

I was going to post more but I guess no one is interested.

Back to one hundred years and forgotten by one and all.

Ancestry.com

Was he from Bedlington Tony

Why was it called that?

I thought maybe a humorous play on words.

That is if you were in the place you looked like a budgie in a cage!

Perhaps once in there you would not budge.

Morpeth Town Hall exhibition.

Details, the prison authorities flooded her cell.

She thought she would die.

Magna museum near Rotherham and you can relive these memories.

Huge huge steel works and interactive.

Sadly no longer anywhere you can hockle.

Did we call the shelter next to the Red Lion 'The Budgie'

The Fountainhead by Ayn Rand

Hothouse Flowers

Nick Kelly and The Fat Lady Sings.

Or how about Kieran Halpen

All Irish Ghostly Voices.

Family connections seem to suggest some of my lot were Orangemen and ended up in Tynemouth.

1864 The Wreck of the Stanley and the setting up of the Watch House.

Maybe love of music has its place in the past.

Craster today and chatting to a couple from Germany. Amazingly he was from Choppington, family worked at the A Pit.

In 1916 his ancestors were at Netherton, proof that those ghostly voices from the past do exist.

Well at least not many degrees of separation, between us all. Regardless of where we end up in the World!

The Journal today page3, has an article and picture of the war memorial.

"Long - lost memorial back in place at last"

Hopefully people can read the article on line

Our trip to the Lake District involved a stay in an old house near Coniston.

Two days walking, two sailing and two rock climbing. Happy memories!

Red Cross trips to Glanton with Miss Wilkinson involved staying in an old Nissan Hut and/or a caravan. Amazingly we were allowed to cook for the kids they entertained there!

Sadly no tall tales.

As I left in 63, all your memories are from a more youthful intake.

They may already have them.