57 thoughts on “Tarring Street in Stockton. c1985”
My parents Jack and Doris Metcalfe rented rooms in Tarring Street from a man who I believe was called Tom, can’t remember the number though. We moved to Bishopton Court when I was about 4 I think. The house seemed very dark to me if I remember but can recall me taking a cat out for a ride in my pram !!
84 Tarring Street, Stockton – between 1914 & 1939 : Home of the Hymer family; Roger Lee b1890 ( grandfather ), Margaret b1881 ( grandmother – maiden name Fenny ), Leslie b1916 ( uncle ), Roger Lee b1918 ( father ).
Anyone remember Eddie Rogan & his wife Ollie, they lived in Tarring Street for years, Eddie sadly died in 1986. He used to drink in the Clarendon pub in Dovecot Street.
My name is Barrie Braney. I lived at no.17, Tarring St. with my maternal grandparents, Laura and George Temple until I got married to Edith Patten from Sedgefield in 1961. (We met at Power-Gas in Bowesfield.) I attended Mill Lane School from September, 1939 until scholarship days in 1946 and would love to hear from anyone of this area.
My brother, Wilf is in Billingham; Eric Shaw whose father Dick the “bookie” (wife Edie) lived opposite at no. 10 lives, I think, in Fairfield/Hartburn; Colin Fletcher of no.21 lives over the road from me in Manor Place. Barry Cursen, no.36 and Mick Conroy, no. 32, alas, are both dead; but Hughie Jamieson was still in the street until recently. But more later when I can make time! Let’s have a get-together before our remnant memories deteriorate. PBB
I lived at number six with my grandparents, Bob and Lizzie Worsnop. That was from 1946 until 1953. They were good friends of the Shaws. I remember Alice and Eric and I also remember Dickies brand new maroon saloon car. It could have been an MG. Next door to the Shaws lived Kitty Heron. Her grandson was a dentist on Denshems Corner.
Hi just visited this site and very interested in some of these comments my dad lived at number 76 Tarring Street his name is Bernard Pattison he said he knows a lot of people that are mentioned here. If you would like to get in touch please email Picture Stockton – pictures@stockton.gov.uk and the team will forward on my email address
Many thanks
We moved from Lawson Street where I was born in 1948, to Hardwick in 1960. We didn’t settle, so Dad bought 22 Tarring Street in 1961 for £1,100.
Sadly our house of so many good memories when growing up, was demolished in 2010.
I lived in 22 from 1991 to 1995, purchased it for £25k, updated the kitchen, bathroom and added central heating. Sold in 1995 for £20k. I came back to show my wife where i had lived in 2018 and was upset to see that it had gone. I will always remember it as my first home.
I used to go out with Susan Dunning when I was about 12/14 years old – always wondered
what happened to her.
I used to live in Milbank Street and go to Mill lane. I’d love to see some pictures of the area.
I knew all the Dunning family and spent most of my childhood playing out with them, in Tarring Street. However Susan was the youngest of a big family and I do not know what happened when older. I do know that Laura died a couple of years ago.
As I have mentioned on this page I do remember the Dunnings of 91 Tarring Street. If any of the Dunning Familey would like to get in touch Picture Stockton have my email address. Jennifer was my friend, I would love to catch up on the last 50 years.
Regarding the dunning family who lived in 91 Tarring Street, yes do remember them very well indeed, in fact I spent most of my chidhood playing with them, especially Laura who was my age and in the same class at school. Starting with the oldest their names were Edmund, Joyce, Malcolm, Laura, Andrew, Brian, Jennifer, Linda and Susan. I still often think about them all.
Please keep the comment relevant to the photograph (some extra detail or history) and avoid addressing it to an individual. Email, postal or web addresses should not be added.
I remember the Dunning familey well, George father and Jenny mother. I recall the names of the children were Susan, Linda, Jennifer, Brian, Malcolm, Laura, Joyce, Raymond and one more who I can not remember the name of. Jennifer was my age and we went to Mill Lane school, we were good friends. I lived in 77 Tarring street and, as you did in those days, played out in our street all together. One of the occasions I remember was the Coronation – we had a great day all us kids doing treasure hunts, fancy dress and races in the street. All the kids got presented with souvenirs and had a great time. I have photos of the Dunning kids from that day.
I lived in Dean Street and went to school with a girl called Laura Dunning who lived in Tarring Street, I seem to remember that they were a large family.
Yes, Michael is still around, in Aberdeen at the moment I believe. Jacks other brother Leslie is fit and well too, he lives in Saltburn by the Sea, he’s the one that was in the Navy.
I also lived in 77 Tarring St, Alistair, and do remember you, Ann and your children. I also remember when Jack was killed. I lived in this street for 28 years. Wonder if you remember our little dog named Pip, he was always following Ann and going to your house for "treats" He followed Ann to Taylor’s shop on Denshams corner one day and ran onto the road where he was hit by a van. Ann was very upset. I remember you going to live near The Swan in Billingham.
I remember Moffats the dentist on Bishopton Lane, my wife Anne Bower worked there as a dental nurse with a young woman called Shirley Gallagher – she had many very happy memories of working there, she described Mr Moffat as an absolute gentleman. He used to pay for the staff to go on outings and on occasions they would be invited to his home on Hartburn Lane to be treated to a meal by himself and his wife, he would take them there in his beautiful Armstrong Sidley – I think his son inherited the business, cannot remember his name though.
I love this site, its fascinating to read all these snippets of bygone days. My Grandma was Grandma Bower commonly known as Flo or Flossie Bower of 3 Tarring Steet.
I too remember visiting her on a weekend with my mam and dad and sneaking off upstairs to have a look round the bedrooms and if we dared peep into grandmas jewellery pot on the dressing table.
She was a superb cook and baker and always had bread rolls and bread rising in the hearth ready to bake, I remember doing a lot of washing up at the sink in the kitchen at the back and the outside loo – very chilly in the winter.
My dad remembers she made great billberry pies and got the fresh billberries from the well stocked stockton high street market. Her daughter continued the family tradition of cooking as she was an excellent cook too and could cook just about any type of food. Both great ladies.
My grandma was Flo Bower at No 3 and I was born at 59 in 1963. Me and Stuart would go to Flos and play with the mangle in her back yard, wringing out wet tea towels as well as my fingers. I can also remember the house next door covered in all the ivy.
Just fallen on this website by pure chance, was looking to see if Tarring Street was been demolished as someone had told me, and low and behold a mention of my wife’s mother, Flossie Bower – married her daughter Anne in 1960 lived at number 3 Tarring Street with Flo, remember Louie Plumley very well, and near by Cliff and Hilda Henderson who had the near by grocers shop, 2 of my children – Stuart and Kathryn were born at 59 Tarring Street which we rented, always a very safe and friendly community – I think those days are long gone. Last time I walked down there the lanes were sealed off with 8 foot high gates – how sad – remember ruds rec, used to spend hours there with the kids and the dog perfectly safe. HAPPY DAYS
Acquiring cinders from the gasworks as a (smelly) subsitute for coal was a practice that was carried on into the 1960s. I vividly remember queuing with an old pram many times through the bad winter/early 1963 (I think) when coal depots/wagons were frozen up.
Indeed I do remember the Osbornes, my mother was Teds(uncle)sister. There was indeed quite a few of us. Twentymans took it over from the dear old Herr Power(we called him that-with affection) Uncle Ted and Aunt Betty lived opposite us, Aunt Tilly next door, Aunt Rose down at number 70 (were I was born) Mill-Lane school, didn’t get as much schooling(academically speaking-that wasn’t the teachers fault) it was a fella called Hitler.
Could like you go on and on about those days but I must take a nap,it’s all the excitement.My very sincere and best wishes to you.
Sorry I stand corrected, it was Freedy Adams the bookie. The only butcher I remember was Laurie Twentyman opposite corner to Wassells. Does anyone remember hiring a wheelbarrow from a backstreet, we used to hire it to get cinders from the gasworks, that was in the late forties and coal must have been in short supply. John, do you remember the Osbornes, a big familey in Ewbank street? I was friendly with Barbara Osborne, we had our first babies together. Her brothers were good footballers. I have so many memories of my childhood spent in those streets and going to Mill Lane school that I could be here all day!
I believe the “bookie” was Freddy Adams ex-RN, lived opposite us. He had a very torrid time in the RN, served on the Warspite. Do you also remember the butcher, Mr Power(German)very florid gentleman? We the urchins of the area used to give him h… about his blackout. We reckoned he was signalling to the Luftwaffe, how our minds worked in those very chaotic times.
Carrying on from you John Duncan, I used to go to Mrs Wassells corner shop it was on the corner of Ewbank and Bell street, I was always going messages to Wassells. We used to get our glass bottles refilled with Domestos, mam always said “mind you dont get it on your clothes”, I always walked home with it at arms length! I also remember an off licence on a street corner, may have been Stoker Street, everyone called it the Beehive. Do you remember Fred webster? He was a bookie and you could put a bet on with him just in the street, he didnt have a shop! We lived in Tarring Street, no 77, then moved into the corner genaral dealers shop no 66. Happy days.
One of my happiest memories was the penny a ride man coming to our street. Every time he came he would shout AH LAST RIDE, I always thought he meant he would be gone soon so as fast as we could we ran for a penny off mam or dad. It was a big boat pulled by a horse and we kids sat in the boat on benches round the sides of the boat, the ride was up Tarring Street then down Ewbank Street. The poor horse slipped all over on the cobbles in our street but it was a much smoother ride in Ewbank Street as that had a smooth road (great for skating on). I remember the feel of the mans hands, all hard and rough, as he helped us climb up onto the boat and the smell of the poor horse working hard pulling us kids. That smell must have started a nice feeling inside me as I loved watching and doing a bit of horse riding when I was younger and my love for horses stays with me. Can anyone else remember the ‘AH LAST RIDE’ man?
I was born in the upstairs bedroom of 77 Tarring Street the youngest of two girls, mam and dad were Joe and Lily Smith. My own son mark was born in the downstairs front room of 77. Mam and dad then baught the corner shop off Thwaits who had had the shop for some years. The owner before them was a Mr Perron and before them a family called Malaby. The shop was 66 Tarring Street over the road from the house in the pic. I was born in 1945 on the 4th July. I have happy memories of my childhood in Tarring street and can remember all the names of the neighbours. Can anyone remember living in good old Tarring street? I hope it doesn’t get pulled down!
very random really i live in manchester and have just bought my girlfriend a vintage clutch bag from c1940 the origional owner had written their address in side S.Clark 35 tarring st stockton-on-tees just been doing some research and found this. if anyone knows anyone who lived there would be fab to know
Did George Malcolm have a brother called Robert? I was told a couple of years ago that my grandfather Robert had a brother who played for Darlington and Middlesbrough. I have tried to trace the family tree but no luck so far.
We spent many holidays in Tarring Street in the 1960″s my nan and grandad lived there. Florence and George Malcolm (the footballer). My father Len Malcolm is 94 and has not been back for many years and loves the Pics. We had never seen cobbled streets or houses without front and grassy back gardens. A different world!
Hells bells,I well remember Mrs Plumley, a wonderfull lady with ivy all over the walls. As for Flossie Bower, she was our next door neighbour. I remember the police asking my mam to go into Flossie”s late one night as her son Jackie had been killed in a car crash and they were about to break the news. Yes,I remember “Fish Lizzie” so called because she couldn”t speak very well rumour had it she had a fish bone in her throat. The Queen Mary penny long ride! Wow!
Hello Gordon,
I lived across the road from you and you occasionally popped in to my grandparents house and we used to draw together.
That would have been 1952 or 53. Grandparents were called Worsnop. I think Tina and Reg Spence were also your neighbours.
Hope you are keeping well.
Mike Gutteridge
I too was born in the Robson in 1956 but lived in Redwing Lane for the first 12 months of my life before moving down to the Midlands. One of my relatives lived in Tarring Street but nobody in our family can remember who or when !!
I can also recall there was a house in Tarring Street where the windows were extremely grubby and the net curtains looked as if they were never changed for years
I was born in the Robson in 1951 and then lived at 1 Tarring Street(which was my maternal grandmother”s house)for a few years before my parents got their own house on Roseworth. I still have happy memories of the Street & the neighbours – Mrs Bower(Flo) and my gran (Louie Plumley) used to have conversations over the yard wall stood on stools – a bit like the Les Dawson & Roy Barraclough TV sketch! Can anyone remember “Fish Lizzie” who used to live in Worthing Street at the top of Tarring Street? I remember she used to visit us in order to borrow hats from my gran”s spectacular collection.My mother still manages a passable impression of her.I can also recall there was a house in Tarring Street where the windows were extremely grubby and the net curtains looked as if they were never changed for years, which upset my gran who insisted on doing her front step every morning well into her 80″s. Oh and the “Queen Mary” used to come round – but my mother reckoned it was “common” and wouldn”t let me go for a ride on it – happy days !
In 1929 I was born in the Robson Nursing Home in Bowesfield Lane after which event I was taken “Home” to Tarring Street. I have no idea what number house we lived in as I was only very young when we moved to the Parkfield area. And so, whilst Tarring Street in itself has no memories for me, the name does bring back memories of Mum and Dad who would talk of their early married life there.
I remember as a child, not a teenager but a 7-8 year old child. Our regular walks were to go to Wynyard going across the Station Fields and past the Wolviston Mill. We would go to Wynyard Woods for Blue Bells or later in the year brambling or for conkers. My mother would supply us with jam sandwiches and a bottle of water. Sometimes at the Golden Gates we would turn right and go to Wolviston. I suppose the later we got home that my mother would worry a little bit but there was nobody in those days would harm us. Another walk on a Sunday was to go up Junction Road to Kiora, past the Prisoner of War Camp along to Fewsters and back down through Fussicks Bridge and home. I lived near to Norton Green in those days.
Tarring Street. I agree with Gordon I too can remember the non-relative Aunts and Uncles where it was possible to go, in safety if parents were out or at work. I remember “Aunty Mary” (no relation) who made lovely gingerbread men and a visit always had a tin available. A visit to the local “rec” was as safe as playing in your own garden with all folk keeping a caring eye on you, while a whole day could be spent either in the “Rec” or along “Billy-Beck” fishing for stickleback or paddling, again you could approach any grown up if you had a problem. A far more happy, safe and secure age for children. What happened??
I was born in 5 Tarring St in the same house my late mother was born in 1920. I married in 1972 and moved away but have many happy memories of my time there in the good days when you had no need to lock doors and neighbours were called “aunt or uncle” though they were not related. It was a community where people cared for each other but sadly those days seem to have gone.
My parents Jack and Doris Metcalfe rented rooms in Tarring Street from a man who I believe was called Tom, can’t remember the number though. We moved to Bishopton Court when I was about 4 I think. The house seemed very dark to me if I remember but can recall me taking a cat out for a ride in my pram !!
84 Tarring Street, Stockton – between 1914 & 1939 : Home of the Hymer family; Roger Lee b1890 ( grandfather ), Margaret b1881 ( grandmother – maiden name Fenny ), Leslie b1916 ( uncle ), Roger Lee b1918 ( father ).
Anyone remember my dad Bernard Pattison he lived at number 76. He would love to get in touch with anyone who knew him
Anyone know anyone who lived at 50 or 53?
Anyone remember Eddie Rogan & his wife Ollie, they lived in Tarring Street for years, Eddie sadly died in 1986. He used to drink in the Clarendon pub in Dovecot Street.
Yes I remember them, they lived in No.71, it was on the corner with Dean Street we lived in 77.
My name is Barrie Braney. I lived at no.17, Tarring St. with my maternal grandparents, Laura and George Temple until I got married to Edith Patten from Sedgefield in 1961. (We met at Power-Gas in Bowesfield.) I attended Mill Lane School from September, 1939 until scholarship days in 1946 and would love to hear from anyone of this area.
My brother, Wilf is in Billingham; Eric Shaw whose father Dick the “bookie” (wife Edie) lived opposite at no. 10 lives, I think, in Fairfield/Hartburn; Colin Fletcher of no.21 lives over the road from me in Manor Place. Barry Cursen, no.36 and Mick Conroy, no. 32, alas, are both dead; but Hughie Jamieson was still in the street until recently. But more later when I can make time! Let’s have a get-together before our remnant memories deteriorate. PBB
Barrie I remember you very well, and although we lived in the “short end” in no.77, I remember everyone you have mentioned.
I lived at number six with my grandparents, Bob and Lizzie Worsnop. That was from 1946 until 1953. They were good friends of the Shaws. I remember Alice and Eric and I also remember Dickies brand new maroon saloon car. It could have been an MG. Next door to the Shaws lived Kitty Heron. Her grandson was a dentist on Denshems Corner.
Hi just visited this site and very interested in some of these comments my dad lived at number 76 Tarring Street his name is Bernard Pattison he said he knows a lot of people that are mentioned here. If you would like to get in touch please email Picture Stockton – pictures@stockton.gov.uk and the team will forward on my email address
Many thanks
We moved from Lawson Street where I was born in 1948, to Hardwick in 1960. We didn’t settle, so Dad bought 22 Tarring Street in 1961 for £1,100.
Sadly our house of so many good memories when growing up, was demolished in 2010.
Hello Dennis
This is Tina Walker, how are you ? It would be good to here from you .
Hi. I lived in number 25 over the road from age five to thirty four when married. Houses rebuilt now. Jeff sawdon.
I lived in 22 from 1991 to 1995, purchased it for £25k, updated the kitchen, bathroom and added central heating. Sold in 1995 for £20k. I came back to show my wife where i had lived in 2018 and was upset to see that it had gone. I will always remember it as my first home.
I used to go out with Susan Dunning when I was about 12/14 years old – always wondered
what happened to her.
I used to live in Milbank Street and go to Mill lane. I’d love to see some pictures of the area.
I knew all the Dunning family and spent most of my childhood playing out with them, in Tarring Street. However Susan was the youngest of a big family and I do not know what happened when older. I do know that Laura died a couple of years ago.
Hi do you remember Bernard Pattison from no. 76?
As I have mentioned on this page I do remember the Dunnings of 91 Tarring Street. If any of the Dunning Familey would like to get in touch Picture Stockton have my email address. Jennifer was my friend, I would love to catch up on the last 50 years.
Regarding the dunning family who lived in 91 Tarring Street, yes do remember them very well indeed, in fact I spent most of my chidhood playing with them, especially Laura who was my age and in the same class at school. Starting with the oldest their names were Edmund, Joyce, Malcolm, Laura, Andrew, Brian, Jennifer, Linda and Susan. I still often think about them all.
Please keep the comment relevant to the photograph (some extra detail or history) and avoid addressing it to an individual. Email, postal or web addresses should not be added.
I remember the Dunning familey well, George father and Jenny mother. I recall the names of the children were Susan, Linda, Jennifer, Brian, Malcolm, Laura, Joyce, Raymond and one more who I can not remember the name of. Jennifer was my age and we went to Mill Lane school, we were good friends. I lived in 77 Tarring street and, as you did in those days, played out in our street all together. One of the occasions I remember was the Coronation – we had a great day all us kids doing treasure hunts, fancy dress and races in the street. All the kids got presented with souvenirs and had a great time. I have photos of the Dunning kids from that day.
I lived in Dean Street and went to school with a girl called Laura Dunning who lived in Tarring Street, I seem to remember that they were a large family.
Does anyone remember a large family named Dunning that lived at 91 Tarring Street?
Yes, Michael is still around, in Aberdeen at the moment I believe. Jacks other brother Leslie is fit and well too, he lives in Saltburn by the Sea, he’s the one that was in the Navy.
I remember Jack Bower well and remember when he was killed on the moors road. I also
remember his brother Michael. Is he still around?
I also lived in 77 Tarring St, Alistair, and do remember you, Ann and your children. I also remember when Jack was killed. I lived in this street for 28 years. Wonder if you remember our little dog named Pip, he was always following Ann and going to your house for "treats" He followed Ann to Taylor’s shop on Denshams corner one day and ran onto the road where he was hit by a van. Ann was very upset. I remember you going to live near The Swan in Billingham.
My father always referred to his dentist as Bob Moffatt.
I have a feeling that both Moffat’s the dentists, father and son, may have been called Frank.
I remember Moffats the dentist on Bishopton Lane, my wife Anne Bower worked there as a dental nurse with a young woman called Shirley Gallagher – she had many very happy memories of working there, she described Mr Moffat as an absolute gentleman. He used to pay for the staff to go on outings and on occasions they would be invited to his home on Hartburn Lane to be treated to a meal by himself and his wife, he would take them there in his beautiful Armstrong Sidley – I think his son inherited the business, cannot remember his name though.
My husbands Great Grandfather lived at 91 Tarring Street in the early part of 1900. He went by the name of Jimmy Dee or Jimmy Mockler.
Does anyone remember him?
I love this site, its fascinating to read all these snippets of bygone days. My Grandma was Grandma Bower commonly known as Flo or Flossie Bower of 3 Tarring Steet.
I too remember visiting her on a weekend with my mam and dad and sneaking off upstairs to have a look round the bedrooms and if we dared peep into grandmas jewellery pot on the dressing table.
She was a superb cook and baker and always had bread rolls and bread rising in the hearth ready to bake, I remember doing a lot of washing up at the sink in the kitchen at the back and the outside loo – very chilly in the winter.
My dad remembers she made great billberry pies and got the fresh billberries from the well stocked stockton high street market. Her daughter continued the family tradition of cooking as she was an excellent cook too and could cook just about any type of food. Both great ladies.
Hi. I lived at number six and was a friend of Michael Bower. I remember his mother very well.
My grandma was Flo Bower at No 3 and I was born at 59 in 1963. Me and Stuart would go to Flos and play with the mangle in her back yard, wringing out wet tea towels as well as my fingers. I can also remember the house next door covered in all the ivy.
Just fallen on this website by pure chance, was looking to see if Tarring Street was been demolished as someone had told me, and low and behold a mention of my wife’s mother, Flossie Bower – married her daughter Anne in 1960 lived at number 3 Tarring Street with Flo, remember Louie Plumley very well, and near by Cliff and Hilda Henderson who had the near by grocers shop, 2 of my children – Stuart and Kathryn were born at 59 Tarring Street which we rented, always a very safe and friendly community – I think those days are long gone. Last time I walked down there the lanes were sealed off with 8 foot high gates – how sad – remember ruds rec, used to spend hours there with the kids and the dog perfectly safe. HAPPY DAYS
Acquiring cinders from the gasworks as a (smelly) subsitute for coal was a practice that was carried on into the 1960s. I vividly remember queuing with an old pram many times through the bad winter/early 1963 (I think) when coal depots/wagons were frozen up.
Indeed I do remember the Osbornes, my mother was Teds(uncle)sister. There was indeed quite a few of us. Twentymans took it over from the dear old Herr Power(we called him that-with affection) Uncle Ted and Aunt Betty lived opposite us, Aunt Tilly next door, Aunt Rose down at number 70 (were I was born) Mill-Lane school, didn’t get as much schooling(academically speaking-that wasn’t the teachers fault) it was a fella called Hitler.
Could like you go on and on about those days but I must take a nap,it’s all the excitement.My very sincere and best wishes to you.
Sorry I stand corrected, it was Freedy Adams the bookie. The only butcher I remember was Laurie Twentyman opposite corner to Wassells. Does anyone remember hiring a wheelbarrow from a backstreet, we used to hire it to get cinders from the gasworks, that was in the late forties and coal must have been in short supply. John, do you remember the Osbornes, a big familey in Ewbank street? I was friendly with Barbara Osborne, we had our first babies together. Her brothers were good footballers. I have so many memories of my childhood spent in those streets and going to Mill Lane school that I could be here all day!
I believe the “bookie” was Freddy Adams ex-RN, lived opposite us. He had a very torrid time in the RN, served on the Warspite. Do you also remember the butcher, Mr Power(German)very florid gentleman? We the urchins of the area used to give him h… about his blackout. We reckoned he was signalling to the Luftwaffe, how our minds worked in those very chaotic times.
Carrying on from you John Duncan, I used to go to Mrs Wassells corner shop it was on the corner of Ewbank and Bell street, I was always going messages to Wassells. We used to get our glass bottles refilled with Domestos, mam always said “mind you dont get it on your clothes”, I always walked home with it at arms length! I also remember an off licence on a street corner, may have been Stoker Street, everyone called it the Beehive. Do you remember Fred webster? He was a bookie and you could put a bet on with him just in the street, he didnt have a shop! We lived in Tarring Street, no 77, then moved into the corner genaral dealers shop no 66. Happy days.
Remember it, where has the time gone. Lived in Ewbank St, penny came from returning bottles. Mrs Wassell had the corner shop.
Lots of memories of the ‘Penny-a-ride’ on picture t2209…
One of my happiest memories was the penny a ride man coming to our street. Every time he came he would shout AH LAST RIDE, I always thought he meant he would be gone soon so as fast as we could we ran for a penny off mam or dad. It was a big boat pulled by a horse and we kids sat in the boat on benches round the sides of the boat, the ride was up Tarring Street then down Ewbank Street. The poor horse slipped all over on the cobbles in our street but it was a much smoother ride in Ewbank Street as that had a smooth road (great for skating on). I remember the feel of the mans hands, all hard and rough, as he helped us climb up onto the boat and the smell of the poor horse working hard pulling us kids. That smell must have started a nice feeling inside me as I loved watching and doing a bit of horse riding when I was younger and my love for horses stays with me. Can anyone else remember the ‘AH LAST RIDE’ man?
I was born in the upstairs bedroom of 77 Tarring Street the youngest of two girls, mam and dad were Joe and Lily Smith. My own son mark was born in the downstairs front room of 77. Mam and dad then baught the corner shop off Thwaits who had had the shop for some years. The owner before them was a Mr Perron and before them a family called Malaby. The shop was 66 Tarring Street over the road from the house in the pic. I was born in 1945 on the 4th July. I have happy memories of my childhood in Tarring street and can remember all the names of the neighbours. Can anyone remember living in good old Tarring street? I hope it doesn’t get pulled down!
are they pulling all the houses down or just part of tarring street?
Most of Tarring Street is currently boarded up awaiting demolition.
very random really i live in manchester and have just bought my girlfriend a vintage clutch bag from c1940 the origional owner had written their address in side S.Clark 35 tarring st stockton-on-tees just been doing some research and found this. if anyone knows anyone who lived there would be fab to know
George did come from a large family and had a brother Robert, same age as my father. Check out genes united and search for George Malcolm.
Did George Malcolm have a brother called Robert? I was told a couple of years ago that my grandfather Robert had a brother who played for Darlington and Middlesbrough. I have tried to trace the family tree but no luck so far.
We spent many holidays in Tarring Street in the 1960″s my nan and grandad lived there. Florence and George Malcolm (the footballer). My father Len Malcolm is 94 and has not been back for many years and loves the Pics. We had never seen cobbled streets or houses without front and grassy back gardens. A different world!
Hells bells,I well remember Mrs Plumley, a wonderfull lady with ivy all over the walls. As for Flossie Bower, she was our next door neighbour. I remember the police asking my mam to go into Flossie”s late one night as her son Jackie had been killed in a car crash and they were about to break the news. Yes,I remember “Fish Lizzie” so called because she couldn”t speak very well rumour had it she had a fish bone in her throat. The Queen Mary penny long ride! Wow!
Hello Gordon,
I lived across the road from you and you occasionally popped in to my grandparents house and we used to draw together.
That would have been 1952 or 53. Grandparents were called Worsnop. I think Tina and Reg Spence were also your neighbours.
Hope you are keeping well.
Mike Gutteridge
I too was born in the Robson in 1956 but lived in Redwing Lane for the first 12 months of my life before moving down to the Midlands. One of my relatives lived in Tarring Street but nobody in our family can remember who or when !!
I can also recall there was a house in Tarring Street where the windows were extremely grubby and the net curtains looked as if they were never changed for years
I was born in the Robson in 1951 and then lived at 1 Tarring Street(which was my maternal grandmother”s house)for a few years before my parents got their own house on Roseworth. I still have happy memories of the Street & the neighbours – Mrs Bower(Flo) and my gran (Louie Plumley) used to have conversations over the yard wall stood on stools – a bit like the Les Dawson & Roy Barraclough TV sketch! Can anyone remember “Fish Lizzie” who used to live in Worthing Street at the top of Tarring Street? I remember she used to visit us in order to borrow hats from my gran”s spectacular collection.My mother still manages a passable impression of her.I can also recall there was a house in Tarring Street where the windows were extremely grubby and the net curtains looked as if they were never changed for years, which upset my gran who insisted on doing her front step every morning well into her 80″s. Oh and the “Queen Mary” used to come round – but my mother reckoned it was “common” and wouldn”t let me go for a ride on it – happy days !
In 1929 I was born in the Robson Nursing Home in Bowesfield Lane after which event I was taken “Home” to Tarring Street. I have no idea what number house we lived in as I was only very young when we moved to the Parkfield area. And so, whilst Tarring Street in itself has no memories for me, the name does bring back memories of Mum and Dad who would talk of their early married life there.
I remember as a child, not a teenager but a 7-8 year old child. Our regular walks were to go to Wynyard going across the Station Fields and past the Wolviston Mill. We would go to Wynyard Woods for Blue Bells or later in the year brambling or for conkers. My mother would supply us with jam sandwiches and a bottle of water. Sometimes at the Golden Gates we would turn right and go to Wolviston. I suppose the later we got home that my mother would worry a little bit but there was nobody in those days would harm us. Another walk on a Sunday was to go up Junction Road to Kiora, past the Prisoner of War Camp along to Fewsters and back down through Fussicks Bridge and home. I lived near to Norton Green in those days.
Tarring Street. I agree with Gordon I too can remember the non-relative Aunts and Uncles where it was possible to go, in safety if parents were out or at work. I remember “Aunty Mary” (no relation) who made lovely gingerbread men and a visit always had a tin available. A visit to the local “rec” was as safe as playing in your own garden with all folk keeping a caring eye on you, while a whole day could be spent either in the “Rec” or along “Billy-Beck” fishing for stickleback or paddling, again you could approach any grown up if you had a problem. A far more happy, safe and secure age for children. What happened??
I was born in 5 Tarring St in the same house my late mother was born in 1920. I married in 1972 and moved away but have many happy memories of my time there in the good days when you had no need to lock doors and neighbours were called “aunt or uncle” though they were not related. It was a community where people cared for each other but sadly those days seem to have gone.