The Works & Black path. Spring 2022.
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- Опубликовано: 5 сен 2024
- Eston Road, Middlesbrough Road, Black path, Dorman Long. None of the 'Then' pictures belong to me so many thanks to the People & Sites listed below. Music by The Cat and Owl 'Insomnia'
1- Brian Morris. From the Facebook site 'Proud to be a Grangetowner'.
2- Bonnie Wright. Proud to be a Grangetowner. 1982/83?
3- Alan Murray Rust. Geograph. 1966.
4- David Christie. Flickr. April 4th 1971.
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7- Vince Smith. Proud to be a Grangetowner. September 1979.
8- David Christie. Flickr. April 4th 1971.
9- John Henderson. Friends of the Teesside 500 club.
10- Friends of the Teesside 500 club.
11- Vince Smith. From the Facebook site 'Slaggy Island Memories' May 15th 1988.
12- Alan Murray Rust. Geograph. 1971.
13- Paula Miller. Slaggy Island Memories.
14- Ernie's Railway Archive. Flickr. October 1985.
15- D Hey. Flickr.
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Thanks for putting these images together- very moving; brings back lots of memories.
Thanks but these videos make me shudder....to think I might have had to stay there all my life 🫣😭😱🙏
The eery.music fits!!!!
Nice to see the TRTB trolleybuses
Fantastic ,well made video.Brought back many memories of my childhood in the 60;s, Walked that Black Path many a time.Brilliant evocative photos ,
Whoever made these vids is a genius .❤️👍
A big huge Thankyou for that lovely comment.
OMG ! I was there on the black path and the wooden Bridge in1962
Growing up during the late 70s to mid 80s we spent a lot of time on the Black path, Its a different place now. Alot of work now taking place on both sides of the path/lines as regeneration gathers pace.
I remember it well, in southbank I thought we had won the lottery when my uncle brought some thick ICI plastic bags he got off a bloke in the club, they were to put on the bottome of my bed so that when it rained, the water that fell on my bed would drain away into a bucket and my bed would stat dry, times were bloody hard, but i was 6 - 9 yrs old so I did not know most of it. Once we had no food for 3 days, my mother said we could not eat because we had worms and if we did not eat they would go away.
we then moved to grangetown the house was water proof but we had just the one fire and it was a parkray, you needed a gas poker to get them to light, our house had no gas, somedays my poor mother was dememnted and sitting crying because she could not get it to light and the house was cold. Who else remembers ice inside the windows and standing by the oven to try and keep warm? we did go hungry my Mother had 3 jobs but it was not enough, Sunday was the day the food would run out, we would have home grown veg for dinner, with puds and gravy, then nothing else until the next day when she had saved 3 slices of bread for us to have something to go out to school with, to my shame now, I never once thought what my mother was going to eat.
My nana lived around the corner in Stafford rd, in the 70's it was still posh (working class posh that is) nice front gardens, privet hedge, and lots of food growing in the back garden. By every measure like many others my life is materialy better. I have everything I need, but sometimes I want to go back and live that simple life, 2 tv stations, everyone eat the same meal, 10 pm was the middle of the night and it was shocking if a child was up that late. in the summer if you stood at the end of slater road when ICI was flareing, the flames would make your sunburn hurt. Fish and chips was such a treat from winnys. I never cried then, it was just life, we were all in it togher. My recolections of southbank and grangetown are not rose tinted, like some on the face book pages, I remember many many brawls on the streets, usualy women, you could not leave your door unlocked if you did your gas meater would get done.
The church was a safe place then mass in the leagion before St Anns was built, the nuns battering the shite out of you you lol, but I would go back to my nanas 52 Stafford rd tommorow
Hi Mjw, a very evocative account of your childhood memories from Grangetown/south bank. I was drawn in and could see what you describe, you give a real feel for the place that connects with me. I did work for a few years in this area in industry and although it’s all gone now my strongest memories are of the people, people like you with your life experiences, this was the stand out feature for me, good people, hard graft, and good memories. Thx, take care.