The High Street looking north on a market day in the 1950s from the top of the Town Hall, 1950s. Victoria buildings, the Parish Church and war memorial are included.A crowd of peiople in a general view of Stockton Market as seen from the top of the Town Hall. c 1950s.View of north end of the High Street from top of the Town Hall including church tower. c 1950sA variety of cars on Stockton High Street seen from the top of the Town hall. c 1950s 
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A Pictorial History of Stockton-on-Tees
I remember the tripe stall next to the Shambles run by two sisters as I used to go there with my dad every week for tripe, pigs trotters and udder. When I got married and moved to Darlington I still bought stuff off the stall but when I came through to my mothers then in the late eighties the stall dissapeared so I have not been able to get my favourite which was udder. Can anybody out there help me? (cant beat a bacon and udder sarny)
Uncle Harold must have been married to Nora as she had her tripe stall next to Annie Rees tripe stall near the Shambles. I”m sure some one will remember them.
My uncles name was Harold, my Mam and Dad were Myra and George Hainsworth. Living in Canada from such a young age, I don”t remember very much about Harold except that he loved his motorbike, or is it motorcycle. I have some photos of him in the races. I was thinking about what I said before and think the tripe shop was on Newport Road, not Linthorpe Road and as of the date of the Stockton market, 1950. I think my folks had a confectioners store beside the football field in Middlesbrough around that time, just before we moved to Canada. My brother and I looked after bikes in the back yard for spectators. No tripe in the confectionery store though!
Ann Robertson, My mother and father Ellen and Bill were good friends of your mother Joan and Harold we visited the house in Moat street many years ago, we might be remembered.
Re: Stockton Market – Tripe stall I was looking up “Tripe” for a friend of mine who has never heard of it. I came upon this site and your comments about the Tripe stall at Stockton Market. My mother had the stall in 1950 and we emmigrated to Canada in “52. The name was Wiley, my Mam”s maiden name. I remember as a kid being in the store on Linthorpe Road in Middlesbrough, don”t remember ever eating tripe though, remember it being white and fluffy. Saw some in the grocery store in Canada and it was brownish and dry, very unsavoury. My mother wouldn”t eat it here.
Thank you very much John, I went straight to the You Tube site and had a nice wallow in nostalgia. I recommend that everyone who checks out this site go and have a look at the film. Great.
There is a video film featured on the You Tube website showing Stockton market in 1957. It can be found by typing in Stockton-on-Tees via the You Tube search. The film is wonderful, showing familiar faces of stallholders from the market that was once a great attraction bringing visitors from miles around. One man instantly recognized on the film is Norman Holmes the pikelet man. If you love old Stockton please make time to view the film, it is pure nostalgia.
Stan Hilton – Stan purely on the subject of the Black Path, there was another unpaved lane which my parents referred to as the “black path”. It ran from Mowbray Road, behind Norton Road, down the back of Victoria Avenue, ending up at the circular end of Dalton Grove, off the bottom of Derwent Street. The area to the right, between it and the “cuckoo line” embankment, is marked on modern maps as allottments. The area was always called Shanty”s field by my mother. Can anyone shed any light on the reason for this or perhaps name the lane?
My grandfather was a great tripe eater which I think used to be cooked in milk for his Saturday tea. He also bought chicks which he reared in an incubator, in the back yard, heated with a parafin lamp until they were tough enough to go onto his allotment up the Black path behind Brown”s foundry. Two doors down from his house in Compton street a women kept not only hens but ducks which splashed around in a large tin bath in her yard. On the allotment my grandfather had an unusual hen house, it was the remains of a horse drawn hansome cab, wheels removed and supported on bricks. Even the shells from his Saturday bag of winkles from the market had a use, he crushed them with a hammer to provide grit for the chickens. Nothing was wasted in those days of rationing.
Alan W. Yes I remember the Pet stall next to the Shambles. I used to buy pigeons from there as a young boy. 3 weeks later the same pigeon was being sold again because it had flown back home. I also used to buy the young chicks. Keep them as pets till Christmas and then my father prepared them for the Christmas dinner. Do you notice the stall at the botttom right of the Photo. This was my Grandfathers fruit & veg stall. Jackson Walkler, for many years the Chairman of the Stallholders Associsation. In 1964 at the age of 86 after leaving the stall to go home he was knocked over crossing the road for the “O” bus and was killed.
Just to add to all the tripe that”s being discussed (pardon my pun too!), I have to say that I loved tripe when I was a kid and I still do. My mother used to get it every Saturday from a stall next to the Town Hall on the Shambles side – I think it was called Wiley”s or Whaley”s. We can get tripe in Toronto and my wife and I still feast on it when the fancy takes us.
Further to my comments earlier, the tripe stall I was sent to was positioned up against the South side of the Town Hall, directly under the Town crest. Whilst on the subject of markets in the late forties and early fifties. Do any of the senior surfers remember the pet stall that was next to the Shambles. They sold pups,kittens,goldfish and unbelievably small chicks. The little golden yellow type that children adore. Presumably these were carrying on the tradition of people keeping their own hens,rabbits etc in their back gardens to supplement the meagre food ration during the War. I always aked for some chicks for Christmas but HE never listened to my pleas!
We never left the market without buying honeycomb tripe and a bit of the udder (which is nice with salt & vinegar ) or a trotter a bit messy to eat , Dad used to say stop son when you get to your elbow !! It would seem out dictators in Brussels have stop the sale of offal as you rarely see these delight for sale
I remember fixing Jimmy Bucks truck.
My grandmother, too, was a tripe fan and I could NEVER stomach it (pardon the pun!). However, I remember that we were always treated on a Saturday afternoon with a pint of winkles and a crab. Those fish stalls were stacked with very fresh fish.
Around the time this photograph was taken my maternal Grandmother would, on Saturday afternoons, sometimes send me down to the tripe stalls to seek out the cheapest prices for tripe. She gave me a price ceiling I could go to and I was instructed to come back with a certain weight. I never could be tempted to try it( much to my Nanna”s disappointment) and it was not until this year at the ripe old age of ** that a friend said I should be brave enough. She still enjoys it after being introduced to it by her Mother. I did try it and found it tasting a bit salty and unpleasantly chewy. A bit like eating the ocean floor I would imagine!!