One of the postcards uses the word wharf instead of either docks or quayside, was the wharf a different section of the port? Corporation Quay was at the bottom of Finkle Street, could The Wharf be at the end of Wharf Street? I have sailed into many ports and harbours throughout the world and there are often different sections that have different facilities depending on the type of cargo, I wonder if Stockton had a similar system.
These photographs were taken when I was a pupil at Holy Trinity School and are on a school trip to Bamburgh. It seems quite a long way to go for a school trip especially as there were no motorways then and few dual carriageways. I am sure we all enjoyed ourselves and it looks as though the sun was shining. I wonder where these pupils are now – Martin Pennock, Derek Yarrow, Geoff Brown and Peter Mash.
Joseph Parrott b.1846 was an amateur artist and several of his local studies are in Picture Stockton. Parrott appears to have lived in Wellington Street and been a hairdresser. Interior portraits of 19th century living rooms are rare and this is rich in detail allowing us to identify the various busts and other items to record Parrott’s tastes and interests.
The following is a photograph of another 4th year class – same year, 1974 and yet as I’m writing this I noticed it’s all boys – we changed to Sheraton Comprehensive from Hardwick Secondary Modern for boys 1973/74 term. On closer inspection some the the faces look familiar and also appear to be slightly younger versions of boys in my class photo. Which makes me think this must likely have been 3rd seniors c1972/73. Not sure of many names so leave that for others to name, if they can!
Photograph and details courtesy of Andrew Beevers.
This photograph is dated June 1970 but there’s no indication of the photographer. It shows the Robber Band from a production of ‘The Snow Queen’, a children’s musical based on the Hans Christian Andersen story and using music by Grieg.
It was one of a series of end-of-year shows by the junior school put on by Miss Jones, the music teacher, with input from across the junior school – for example, I remember making flower hats for the flower garden scene by forming papier mache over balloons, then cutting the bottom up so ‘petals’ could be bent up. And we also made the robbers’ weapons – such as the knife being brandished by the girl on the left. The room is the same main hall at Queen Victoria High School as in the 1967 assembly picture but facing the other way.
The Talbot cellar bar taken in 1979 left to right Terry Westwood, Jeff Cooke and William Sutcliffe. It had a great jukebox in those days. We listened to Dylan Positively 4th Street and Black Sabbath’s Paranoid. Great times or am I looking through rose tinted beer glasses!?
Photograph and details courtesy of Terry Westwood.
This postcard of the Parish Church and Cenotaph I think to have been taken sometime in the 1930s or possibly slightly later. There are no obvious signs of the tramway in the picture, but of course they may be out of shot, the trams closed in 1931.
The dress lengths are generally a good indicator of dates but mens clothing doesn’t change too much with time. The buildings along Church Row/Church Road are clearly visible. The fruit and potato merchant is also reasonably clear. I think the advertising hoarding has Bachelors Peas on it.
The thing that most interests me is the “K1” telephone box in front of the fruiterers. These were of concrete construction and were first introduced in 1927, they were later replaced by the “K2” kiosk in the 1930s. The “K1” was pre-cast and bolted together on site, there are many photos of this model of kiosk but this is the only one I have seen with “Public Telephone” on it. Generally the word “Telephone” is all that is on the kiosk.
The “K2” was the first of the well known red phone boxes that have been a feature of British life for many years, they had small Georgian style windows, the “K6” was the last of the series with the one large and two small window panes, the one everybody knows. I should think this would have been one of the earliest public telephones in Stockton, if not the first.
The shot of the Church and Cenotaph as well as the interested bystanders makes this a very nice piece of social history.
A photograph of Edith Place taken at the corner of Nicholson Street with houses in Leonard Street along the top c1948.
In reply to a comment made by Derek796 (18 November) – it’s one of my cousins and myself in the above photograph.
The photograph below, taken in the 50s is of my father-in-law standing on the common off Portrack Lane between the back of Barrett Street and Watson Street with a view of Barracloughs bakery shop in the background.
Photographs and details courtesy of Richard Scott.
I took these in Stockton in about 1976, the hardware shop was run by J.T. Hodgson who is in the main photo. He was an amateur artist who painted detailed work with Valspar paint a very unusual medium! Unfortunately I recorded no other information and I’d be interested to know more. The shop was ready to be demolished as part of a redevelopment.
A photograph of Mr Al Hart with the June apprentice intake in Billingham. One week later we were all in overalls and hairnets filing blocks of metal. I am in the back row fourth in from the right. Have fun picking out anyone you know!
Mill Lane in Billingham was one of a number of shopping areas thatexisted before the opening of the new Town Centre in the 1950s. The shops themselves are still there and in use, barely changed in the intervening years.
I have a number of family connections with Mill Lane, an Aunt who worked in Jack Bruce’s newsagent for over 40 years, my uncle David Leek had a DIY shop for many years in Mill Lane, David is now retired but Leeks DIY is still in existence, a Brother-in-Law had a motorcycle shop in Mill Lane and my Father worked in the shop.
At the far end of the road can be seen the Picture House on the left and the Co-op on Belasis Avenue to the right, behind the Co-op can be seen the brewery chimney, there was a small park directly across the road from the Co-op where all the kids streaming out of the Saturday Matinee gathered to re-enact the films they had just seen, we could be Hop-along Cassidy or Superman or Brick Bradford or one of numerous other characters, brilliant times.
I have a marvellous memory of one of those days, my great friend Brian Storey and I had seen seen a cowboy film at the matinee, it was a standard tale about warring between the cowboys and what we then called Indians, after the usual murder and mayhem there was a scene at the end where the enemies became friends and became blood brothers by cutting their wrists and holding them together and declaring that they would remain friends for ever.
Brian said we should become blood brothers and I thought it was a great idea, silly nine year old’s we might have been but stupid we weren’t, we wandered down to Charltons Pond, known to us as Cowpen Lake, and pricked our fingers on a Hawthorn bush and pressed them together and swore our oath, it seemed to work alright as Brian and I remained firm friends for the next sixty five years.
I am sure there must be many such stories in the memories of so many people, before Brian’s passing we had both written our remembrances of our formative years and we both remembered this story vividly.