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Great story that! Reminds me of my dad. The house was a wedding present from my grandad. I was told he paid £100 for it and bought the one next door for him and my grandma. Identical pair of mid terraces. That must have been in the 1930’s.

First thing my dad did was have the gas ripped out. He thought gas was dangerous. So mother cooked for years using only the Yorkshire range and open fire, or a small prmus stove (Remus brand) with a single burner that ran on paraffin and meths.

The only source of hot water was the boiler - part of the Yorkshire range. The hot water in there was not much good for owt as it got soot falling in it from the chimney. On bath nights we’d boil up water on the open fire in a big bucket and fetch the tin bath in that hung on a nail on the outside wall. Then we’d have a laden can to put cold water in from the big stone sink with a single brass cold tap.

The electric supply was 3 round pin sockets. Dad never had it updated because he said it would mean having the whole house re-wired and cost too much.

We had no fridge, washing machine, telephone or cooker. The toilet was outside across the yard. Lit in winter with a paraffin kelly lamp to stop the pipes freezing. It was a scary place, home to big spiders, and a makeshift store for a few garden tools and an air rifle. (Later a 410 shotgun that my brother used on the farm where he worked).

Next door and on the rest of the street, most folks had at least a few “mod cons”, but we had none. My dad refused to modernise. Around 1970 the entire row of houses was condemned and the council came offfering us keys to a council home. My dad refused to budge. They started demolishing the empty houses around us. We went from being a mid terrace to being an end terrace! We had wallpaper on the outside and a fireplace sticking out of the upstairs wall where a bedroom once was in the demolished house next door.

Being surrounded by rubble on one side brought all kinds of problems, including rats. My dad used to tape a torch to the barrel of the 410 shotgun and sit out at night looking for them and blast them to smithereens. It was like a hillbilly existence.

I lived like that till I was 18, when my dad died of a heart attack, aged 54. He’d not worked for years due to being crippled from arthritis, a condition not helped by working for almost 30 years without a day off sick, in the coal mines.

In 1975, following his death, me and my mum moved into a house on the council estate. It had running hot water and gas, we had a cooker and a fridge and a telephone and she got her first washing machine!

My story is not unusual for someone brought up in my fathers generation, in the 1930’s. But it was unusual for my generation.

Hardship can shape you for better or worse I suppose. Despite the paltry existence I had a great childhood and lots of happy memories. But I wouldn’t want it for me or mine and have busted a gut to make sure we had a better life.
fucking hard core man.. respect ;)
 

Weird seeing that. Clearly 90's as the Kop is built and John Street is just being done. I was brought up just off camera to the left on Heeley Bank Road. Just thinking that the B&Q seems to have been there for so long that I can't really recall what was there before. I used to walk with my mum past that garage towards Silver Blades ice rink for my ice skating lessons and I remember looking over the train tracks and seeing that warehouse thingy there. What was it? Builders' yard?
 

that's a kilt, the linesman is a Scot by the looks and the short tweed jacket and tam o'shanter complete the highland dress. I'm guessing that in those days one linesman was supplied by either team, like they are in school games? He completes the look with woollen socks and brogues, he's even using ribboned garters.

The linesman in question was one Captain Robert Main Christie and he is indeed wearing kilt, tweed jacket and the whole garb. Interesting character, until the arrival of Andy Murray he was the greatest sportsman to emerge from Dunblane.

https://www.scotsman.com/sport/more...e-dunblane-s-original-sporting-hero-1-3385615

One of the many footballers to die in the 1st World War, as below:

https://www.footballandthefirstworldwar.org/robert-main-christie-service-record/
 
That reminds me actually.

There's a photography exhibition about Park Hill and Hyde Park flats from 60's to 80's on at S1 Artspace (in Park Hill I believe). Been there since July and I had no idea. Finishes on Saturday so last chance to see it. Finishing work early and heading down on Friday myself (shuts at 5pm on weekdays).

https://ourfaveplaces.co.uk/whats-on/love-among-the-ruins-a-romance-of-the-near-future/



http://www.yorkshirefilmarchive.com/film/environmental-health-part-park-hill-slums-1-5



Wonder if they have photos of Lofty and the midget Scottish misery who were two of the caretakers on there?

It's on Norwich Street, on the town side of the flats, just up from Park Square roundabout.
 
I used to walk with my mum past that garage towards Silver Blades ice rink for my ice skating lessons and I remember looking over the train tracks and seeing that warehouse thingy there. What was it? Builders' yard?

Arnold Lavers
 
School Lane area of Park:

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I speak to a lot of folks who can relate to some of those things, but few who had the full set of Victorian attributes like that, from my generation.

I remember starting Comp school and bringing new friends home. I quickly became a source of ridicule for the way we lived. “You should see his house!” was the regular remark. I quickly stopped bringing friends home. As I got into my early teens I was acutely embarrassed about the slum I lived in. I used to get off the school bus a couple of stops early so the kids who lived in the next village and had to pass the house, didn’t see where I lived.

It was Eckington to be precise. Not Chesterfield, not Sheffield. Somewhere in between...” The Twilight Zone”. :)

Eckington, how very cosmopolitan....

I grew up in the back water just up the road, Marsh Lane in the 60's. At school we had shared classrooms, one year group facing one way and the other year group facing the other. If our lesson wasn't too involving we'd turn around to see what the others were doing, to be be greeted with them seeing what we were up to. I didn't learn a great deal but I was happy.

Our school dinners were made in the "big" school in Eckington, one day during some decent snow the van had crashed and couldn't get through so every one who was having school dinners had to walk to the "big" school for dinner. Our school had outside toilets, the boys consisted of a sandstone wall with a piece of drainage pipe on the floor and no roof.
 
Steve Faulkner/Liam Brady
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31st January 1976. Attendance was only 14477. Liam Brady is seen celebrating the only goal of the game. My dad drove down to my school near Newbury and he took me and my three mates to that match at Highbury. My dad had arranged for Jim Brown to meet me and my mates before the match and we met him after the match too along with Paul Garner and TC (who told my dad that he wont be with the club for much longer). Early in the match my mates were saying "Your number 4 is terrible" I knew they meant Steve Faulkner who is on the right of the photo.
 
31st January 1976. Attendance was only 14477. Liam Brady is seen celebrating the only goal of the game. My dad drove down to my school near Newbury and he took me and my three mates to that match at Highbury. My dad had arranged for Jim Brown to meet me and my mates before the match and we met him after the match too along with Paul Garner and TC (who told my dad that he wont be with the club for much longer). Early in the match my mates were saying "Your number 4 is terrible" I knew they meant Steve Faulkner who is on the right of the photo.
The relegation season what a shock after 75/76
 
School Street looking towards Duke St

That brings back great memories SEB.

I went to St John’s Junior School on School Street till I was 10 years old when we moved to Gleadless. It was a Church of England school tied to St. John’s church nearby, and the best part about it was we had additional holidays compared to other schools for other religious festivals like Ascension day.

I only lived 5 minuted walk away and I could hear the roar of the crowd from the Lane from where I lived as well as Hyde Park dogs. They both seemed like magical places back then. Happy daze! :)
 

31st January 1976. Attendance was only 14477.

Incredible, isn't it? On 9th September 1967 (a mere 51 years ago...) I was stood on our kop for a match in the top flight to see us lose 2-4 to Arsenal. John Harris was our manager and our team included Hodgy, Badger, Jones, Birchenall, Reece and Bill Punton. Even so, we were a poor side (relegated that season, on the last day). The crowd? 14,939. Message to our young(er) fans? Enjoy these good times.

Anyway and back on topic, today I was looking for some pics. of the old Minerva on Charles Street, which became Bar Rio and then The Yorkshire Grey (now demolished to make make for Barclay's battery-hen centre) and I came across this cracking thread which deserves revival.

Old United Pubs
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