Maggie/915

Thank you

I sincerely hope you are right and all is in place for safety.

However people's actions, including your own avatar name, mean we need to be careful.

I wish it was simple

How do we keep safe.

So many scary stories.

Could we have our identities stolen from this site.

Bamburgh is supposed to be the castle of Lancelot.

We could claim the legends for our own.

Forget Cornwall, Northumbria was/is the place to be.

Obviously we are all in the band this week.

Fighting injustice!

Guess it is table 25 at The Red Lion!

Pity it is not a round table.

Where is King Arthur when you need him.

There is a Northumbrian folk tale about him asleep in our hills waiting to be woken at our time of greatest need.

Be afraid be very afraid!

Crazy concerts, we saw Wreckless Eric at an old cinema used as a concert hall in Ashington.

It seems he met the girl for him not in Tahiti but in Hull.

The original concert was in about1980 and the last one last year.

The track that was popular was Whole Wide World.

How safe is the personal message!

All these programmes, dramas etc mean we all become a little insecure.

Just today radio television have all run items on computer Internet safety

If people can hack into the banks and government websites what hope is there!

Bring back the old days.

Then we can be safe with people knowing our mothers maiden name and our date of birth.

My point is Bedlington has always been a place where you could share and be happy in the connections that make life good.

It is all sad the way life is now and I fear for the next generation.

Pictures on the targets could help secure concentration

Walking down the Main Street and people talking to each other.

Everyone friendly new and old alike.

Okay not all the time but there are not many places you can break down in the car and before the AA arrive someone has phoned a relative got them out of the bath and they are there to help first.

Yep it is good place to live.

Such a shame the Internet security issue means we cannot share names etc.

Not the Bedlington of old.

Instead of meeting on the ledge we will just have to meet at the Red Lion.

By the way it was not me.

There was a pie shop, the hot mince pies were good.

November 5th bonfires were good in this neck of the woods.

Someone even took the wood from a telegraph pole.

The top was left intact just on the ground.

A neighbour once confided in me that Bedlington is/was not like it used to be!

People walk past your house and you do not know who they are!

Maybe we need to appreciate that it is a brilliant place to live.

One day things will change.

My memory is not that good and it is such a long time ago. If your Aunt was there she would remember me.

My family connections have always made it easy to pick up any conversation with anyone anywhere in the World.

Pete you were there at the Empress ballroom, what a shame the Spanish City is not the place it was.

We have friends in Canterbury who keep meeting people from Bedlington.

One guy working at Tescos in Lewisham went to school with me and on another occasion they were in the Maldives and chatting Bedlington with some local farmers.

One son plays football locally and hates the idea of anyone finding out he was not born in the NE.

Maybe it is in the Genes!

You can take me out of Bedlington but you can't stop me being a flag waving Terrier and Geordie.

Many people would chose a bomb, possibly to send me back, when I am away.

It was a very happy time, working at the Welwyn, they just did not pay that much.

I had gone to Morpeth grammar after Westridge but decided that making money was a better idea.

Studying later with small children was not for the faint hearted.

Then there is the art of laying the fire.

Cinders paper and only one match allowed if you had done it correctly.

I now make up for those days by lighting garden fires.

Sorry everyone, the smoke can be a problem.

You can now call it renewable energy!

Someone wrote a song about being 'a fire starter'

We could send smoke signals if the computer crashes!

What about all the buildings nearby the bridge.

Seem to remember a shop, where you could buy sweets before the walk to Stannington.

Maybe my memory is playing tricks.

Would be interested to know who they all are?

Think it was a trip to Blackpool.

Obviously for reasons of Internet security we cannot say who our nearest and dearest are!

Particularly if like me we are using our real names.

Life is strange.

Not the way it used to be, sadly.

Everyone is too young or to polite to talk about the Nettys.

Perfect recycling and no toxic fertilisers.

Everyone had bathrooms en suite because there was always a potty!

No pipes to freeze and no water leaking.

I am not arguing to go back to those days.

A book on Wallsend has an interesting poem:-

My husbands a midnight mechanic

He works at the dead of night

And when he comes home in the morning

He is covered in -------

Turkish Delight

Recycling ash and human waste onto the fields.

My Dad earned a few pence doing the digging into the fields. Child Labour.

Anything was better than the soup kitchen or charity.

Times were hard in the 1930s Bedlington.

Anyone got pictures off the Red House Farm.

We all see buses etc going in that direction but have forgotten what was there.

Seem to recollect people living in caravans when I was small.

No one complaining.

Not sure Malcolm.

Was not allowed in the pub back then.

Yep for six weeks in the labs.

If I worked overtime, I still only got the same pocket money. Moan Groan!

Going on my board was a major problem.

Happy Days!

And you tell the kids now and they don't believe you! Quoting Monty Python!

It did a good job that Paper.

Now the papers are too small. Journal and Chronicle

I have some papers with The Famous headlines from WW2. They reduced the size then too.

What about the chimney sweep!

Hope that is right Foxy.

Anyone remember the dumping that went on in the opencast. Local recycling

The Sun Inn regulars

Can anyone remember the old road to Humford past the Original Broadway House Farm