May Richardson in her garden, summer 2017

May Is one of two survivors of the Dibbles Bridge disaster, the 1975 tragedy which claimed 32 lives of a coach party from Thornaby mainly senior citizens. Dibbles Bridge was the worst peace time loss of life in the town.

I am assembling a photo memorial to all 32 victims of the disaster for an exhibition and book planned for showing at Thornaby Town Hall. I am trying to contact relatives who might be able to loan photographs and help me compile a short biography on each person. Can anyone help?

Details courtesy of Derek Smith, Thornaby Project.

Furness Shipyard Athletic Club Medal

t13986I was intrigued with the quality and potential cost of this medal, in a Collingwood Jeweller presentation box, given to my grandfather John William Hill in 1922. Furness shipyards must have provided quite an extensive social facility. As this medal was for cricket I assume all of the team received one. Any information about this period, particularly the social facilities at Furness, would be very much appreciated.

Photograph and details courtesy of Maggie Pulle.

St Gerards School, Haverton Hill

Bill Burnett has written his memories of his time at St. Gerard’s school for my album project and I thought it may be an idea to use his words. Bill was at the school in the early to mid 1950s.

‘There were just four classrooms in the school with folding partition ‘walls’ between them; infants at one end, the seniors at the other. When the folding partitions were opened up a fair sized space was created, which had been used in the past for Sunday mass; though I don’t remember it being used for that purpose while I was there. Miss McNamee took the infants, Mrs McGloghlan took the next class, then Mr Carroll took the third class, and finally the headmaster Mr. Morrisey took the senior class. I have a clear memory of my first day at school and being paired with another boy – his name long forgotten – who was very tearful after his mum had left. We were given a toy ‘shop’ to play with. At some point in the proceedings Miss McNamee asked if anyone could count to more than 10. My hand shot up and I confidently counted 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, Jack, Queen, King, Ace; my parents and grandparents were keen card players and I was all too familiar with the hierarchy of a pack of cards! Miss McNamee was highly amused but my mother was mortified when she told her. On another occasion we had an inspector visiting the school he wrote the initials B.Sc on the chalk board and he asked if anyone knew what they stood for. Muggins responded with “British Sugar Corporation”. Well – at that time if you went shopping and bought sugar it came in blue paper bags with British Sugar Corporation printed on the side; a reasonable mistake to make I think.

Behind the school there was a playground with a toilet block and to the side a sloping playing field, which was out of bounds in wet weather.
The lower part of this field was largely devoid of grass and after rain we would often find small coloured patches on the surface of the mud, indicating that there was a metallic object buried beneath. These would be eagerly dug up in the hope of finding a coin. In those days we used to have free milk delivered to the school in 1/3 pint bottles. In the winter the milk often froze and pushed the foil top off leaving the creamy top part sticking out of the bottle – ice cream!’

Courtesy of Bruce Coleman and Bill Burnett.

Mr and Mrs English c1950s

A photograph of Mr and Mrs English, Mr Carroll and Miss Armstrong at St Gerards School in Haverton Hill c1950s.

I believe Mr English took the Headmastership at St. Johns school in Billingham when Doctor Smith retired in the early 1960s and became Headmaster of St Mary’s RC Primary School in Stockton possibly during the mid-1960s, as I started school at St Mary’s in September 1967, and left in July 1974. Incidentally, I spent my final two years in Mrs English’s class.  I would very much love to know what happened to Mr and Mrs English after I left St Mary’s, maybe someone who went to St Mary’s at the same time as me can shed some light.

Details courtesy of Perry Moore.