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  1. On the Facebook Bygone Bedlington group site a question from 

    Hi i have a question, dose anyone know if the dome shaped structure i have highlighted on the picture of the market place club was once the housing for a second world war air raid siren? 
    There are several buildings locally that have similar structures including the old COOP building at Stake ford and the COOP at Bedlington Station. I have seen them all the place atop large buildings.
    Not my photo i lifted it from Google so thank you to whoever took it.

     

    I have no idea - Searched on Google but no info returned :-

    Image may contain: sky, house and outdoor
     
     
     
  2. 11 hours ago, threegee said:
    And, lest you think I'm trivialising things by injecting a bit of humour: let me say that once again it was the ordinary "Tommies" who unselfishly won the day for their country, whilst the feckless elites would have sold it down the river for perceived personal advantage.

    The so -called "negotiations" don't really matter because - like all ponzi schemes - the EU will collapse under the weight of the same unenlightened self-interest that caused many naive people in this country to support it.  Twenty seven countries that are all on the take;  don't even have a common method of communication, and have been extensively lied to by professional liars who are themselves on the take, do not a nation make.  Nations are created by selfless common people and WE still have enough of those (yes, even in Scotland!).

    Champion -  :mellow::huh:^_^:o;):P:D:lol:B):rolleyes:-_-<_<:):wub::angry::(:unsure::wacko::blink::ph34r::beer: 

    Isn't it rich? 
    Are we a pair? 
    Me here at last on the ground, 
    You in mid-air.. 
    Where are the clowns? 

     

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  3. Some will win; some will loose; some will never know the difference and others won't even know it happened.

    I think all the discussing should be left to the Brexit negotiators and the rest of us should just switch off when multiple seemingly contradictory statements are broadcast by the media, almost daily.

    On the other hand, as Spuggy & brownsugar were not members of this site when the Brexit vote was on it's way the following is just to let them know that there are 15 who knew what was going to happen and should easily be able to advise them of what will happen :):-

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  4. Posted on the Bedlington remembered Facebook site by Joseph Henderson a player I have never heard of :-  

    today in 1908 Joseph Richardson, Newcastle servant born Bedlington. (1929-75, player & trainer)

    Right back signed from Blyth Spartans in May 1929 who remained with United as both a player and coach until his death in June 1975 - amassing 46 years of service.

    Following the "other" J Richardson (outside right Jimmy) from Croft Park, Joe's senior debut came in a home FA Cup tie against Brighton and Hove Albion in February 1930, taking the number 2 shirt from Alf Maitland.

    He then shared right back duties with Jimmy Nelson before finally displacing him in the opening weeks of the 1934-35 season, by which time United were in Division Two.

    Recognised by England schoolboys in 1925, Joe would win one full cap for his country, in an unofficial friendly international staged at SJP in December 1939.

    When Manchester City duo Eric Brook and Sam Barkas were injured in a car accident en route to Tyneside, Richardson and fellow Magpie Tommy Pearson stood in for England in a 2-1 victory over Scotland.

    Remaining at Gallowgate during wartime, Richardson's final first team appearances came in the various competitions the club entered during the 1944-45 campaign.

    Thereafter he coached United's apprentices and reserves until his death.

    he played 337 games thought he was worth a mention

     

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  5. First computer - not mine but I did have a loan of 3 of them for 8 hrs per day in 1975 :-

    1906A with 256K 24-bit words of store (650ns) including extended precision Floating Point Unit, paging, 1 high-speed channel, 5 extra slow channels.

    The processor :- 

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  6. 10 hours ago, threegee said:

    Don't panic Mr Mainwaring!  No actual data has been lost.

    Andy is off on a jaunt at the moment so we'll look at the problem after the weekend.  There's quite a lot of other work to be done to optimise things further as we are using a "straight out of the box" configuration at the moment.  Page load times will be further reduced after this work, and there's a major new feature lined up - but you all read the recent newsletter, so know that already. ;)

    Me, panic  - stupid boy:D - that's the trouble with these upgrades :- They don't like it up 'em :ph34r:

  7. On 8/7/2017 at 18:53, Dawn said:


    I've recently joined and found this old post, just incase you're still interested I took a photo of a dance card belonging to MIL Mother. This was above the Co-op, is this the mystery hall?

     

    @Dawn - the Bedlington Station one on Station Road above the co-op was the Reay Hall, and the last I noticed it was Yates Evolution Gym & Tanning Centre.Reay Hall.jpg

    The one you have the dance card for, the Locke Hall, was on Front Street East - no longer exists.

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  8. 2 hours ago, Pete said:

    I remember the ice cream man, he came round the oval area as well as Stead lane early fifties and into the sixties. His second name was Bell but we always refered to him as Jack Bell but his name may well have been Billy Bell. He had a white ice cream cart and it was pulled by the horse.

    I remember reading somewhere, not sure if was on this thread that he came from Camboise but I always thought he was from Bebside but again I could be wrong.

    My mind @Pete says that my parents told me that the guy with the horse & cart, selling ice cream in Coquetdale Place late 1950s, came from Cambois, but I can't remember his name.   

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  9. 4 hours ago, Canny lass said:

    I think the man in the white coat with the horse and cart could be Jack Antonio (not sure about the spelling), ice-cream seller. He came to Netherton as well in the early fifties. He seemed ancient to me, at 4-5 years old, then. 

    There was another ice cream seller - same type of horse & cart went around the Oval & Bedlington Station estates but I can't remember his name and the only other bit of info that's stuck in me mind is that he came, all the way, from Cambois to sell his wares.

    Two images of Jack Antonio in the Doctor Pit rows and it looks like they were both done on the same day, just seconds apart - one from Facebook groups and the other with some info on Jack from Evan Martin's book The Shire of Bedlington in old picture postcards :-

     

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  10. 6 hours ago, Peter Turner said:

    All four photographs of Puddlers Row, Bank top, Bedlington were kindly sent to me by Mr Jack Earl. He was born at number 20 Puddlers Row in 1939. 

    Jack contacted me through a request for photos of Puddlers Row in the local history magazine ' Creeful of Coals. 

    Many thanks to Jack for the only photo I've ever seen of Puddlers Row. 

     

    Thanks for sharing Peter - I think these will be a first for anyone  on this site.

    It's too difficult fore me not to make this request - Is it Ok to share these photos with interested parties, ie. old Bedlington folk?

    There is one particular person I would like to pass a copy to and that's @Reedy, who is a member on this site but I know he hasn't visited the site since April 21st and uses the Bedlington Facebook groups more. You would see from many of Reedy's posts on this site that Reedy's dad ( born c1929 and lived on the Bebside side of the river next to the Furnace Bridge) has been a source of a lot of info.I would like him to see the photos, if that's Ok with you? The photos would not be posted on facebook but sent, with text on them, via the Facebook personal Message service to Reedy.

    eg   

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    You never know he might be able to name someone in the photos

  11. 13 hours ago, HIGH PIT WILMA said:

    "......waits excitedly......waiting....waiting.....for the rest..."...! ....but nae bugga seems ti knaa  it,so howeh,

    Trekker,tell wi!!!

    Aa think ye shud add sum pitmattic to the vurses

    And this is not from memory, it's a 'cut and paste' job. 

    As Wikipedia says :- "Good Ship Venus", also known as "Friggin' in the Riggin'", is a bawdy drinking song devised to shock with ever increasingly lewd and debauched sexual descriptions of the eponymous ship's loose-moraled crew. The tune usually used (especially for the chorus) is "In and Out the Windows".

    Recordings
    Oscar Brand recorded an early version in 1952, but the best-known version was recorded by the British punk band Sex Pistols, which appears on their Great Rock 'n' Roll Swindle album, and was the finale track in the film of the same name. Released as part of a double-A side, it reached No. 3 in the UK singles chart in 1979 and was the band's biggest selling single.  Length    3:37 - Label    Vigin

    Origin

    It is possible that this song was inspired by an actual event, where a female convict (Charlotte Badger) sailing on the colonial brigantine Venus, convinced members of the crew to commandeer the vessel, sailing from Port Dalrymple in Van Diemens Land (now Tasmania) in 1806.

    Despite various reports, the ultimate fate of the Venus is unknown. This may have led to speculation by those left behind, with fantasies leading to the creation of this drinking song. 

    T'was on the good ship Venus,                                                                                                                                                                                                                   By God you should have seen us,                                                                                                                                                                                                           The figurehead was a whore in bed                                                                                                                                                                                                              And the mast the Captain’s penis.

    The captain of this lugger,                                                                                                                                                                                                                          He was a dirty bugger,                                                                                                                                                                                                                                 He wasn’t fit to shovel shit                                                                                                                                                                                                                    From one ship to another.

    The captain’s wife was Mabel.                                                                                                                                                                                                           Whenever she was able,                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  She’d fornicate with the second mate                                                                                                                                                                                                Upon the galley table.

    The cabin boy was Kipper,                                                                                                                                                                                                                             A dirty little nipper                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          We stuffed his ass with broken glass                                                                                                                                                                                                    To circumcise the skipper.

    The captain had a daughter                                                                                                                                                                                                                       Who fell into the water                                                                                                                                                                                                                                 We heard her squeal and knew an eel                                                                                                                                                                                                          Had found her sexual quarter.

    The captain’s name was Morgan                                                                                                                                                                                                             By Christ he was a gorgon!                                                                                                                                                                                                                              Ten times a day sweet tunes he’s play.                                                                                                                                                                                                        On his productive organ.

    The captain’s daughter Mable,                                                                                                                                                                                                                 They laid her on a table.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  And all the crew would come and screw                                                                                                                                                                                              As oft as they were able.

    Another cook was O’Malley                                                                                                                                                                                                                         He didn’t dilly dally.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                        He shot his bolt with such a jolt                                                                                                                                                                                                                 He whitewashed half the galley.

    Another one was Cropper                                                                                                                                                                                                                           Oh Christ he had a whopper.                                                                                                                                                                                                                Twice round the deck, around his neck                                                                                                                                                                                                      And up his bum for a stopper.

    The bosun's name was Carter                                                                                                                                                                                                                    He was a musical farter                                                                                                                                                                                                                              He could play ‘God Save the Queen' from beginning to end                                                                                                                                                       And Beethoven's moonlight sonata.

    The first mates name was Carter                                                                                                                                                                                                             He was also a farter                                                                                                                                                                                                                                When the wind wouldn't blow, and the ship wouldn't go                                                                                                                                                                   they called on Carter the farter to start her

    So now we end this serial                                                                                                                                                                                                                       Through sheer lack of material.                                                                                                                                                                                                                      I wish you luck and freedom                                                                                                                                                                                                                 from Diseases venereal.

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  12. On 8/2/2017 at 22:15, Dawn said:

    ..... Her father Jimmy worked in the cooperative butchers for many years starting at Bedlington Station, his family lived in South Row.

     

     

    Then (said to be c1900 but no proof) & Now (2016) Co-op building on Station Road - South Row was opposite 

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  13. On 8/2/2017 at 22:15, Dawn said:

    Mum is struggling with her memory now, so I am trying to put together a family history/tree for her. Her father Jimmy worked in the cooperative butchers for many years starting at Bedlington Station, his family lived in South Row.

     

     

    There are a couple of photos of South Row, at Bedlington Station that have done the rounds on the Facebook group sites. South Row used to be two rows of houses, one at either side of the entrance to the 'A' pit off Station Road. All the photos I have seen are of the East side/Bottom end that was closest to the railway crossing and station. @John Fox (foxy) provided the photo of the demolition of Soth Row in 1974.5984c5b50812c_BedStation1921.thumb.jpg.ce293d5923e9e950413ff32517789554.jpg

    This map published 1924 shows  the two parts to South Row.  

    South Row Then & Now.JPG

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