A street trader’s horse and cart outside the shop at the bottom of Tees Street. Allan Hoggarth advises us: ”I am sure this is Eddie (or Neddy) Jackson! He used to have a lock-up on Dam Street where he would leave his cart and stock. I seem to remember he had a small attachment to the building for his horse, (couldn’t swear to that though). The building was burnt down one weekend by vandals. Never saw Eddie again after that!” We are now aware that the small boy was David Linton and his mother is shown purchasing some fruit in 1947.
Image courtesy of Joyce Dobson and thanks to Allan Hoggarth for the update.
Frederick William Bowers, Harry’s son, is standing in the doorway of the shop at No 1 Tees Street, East Loftus. Fred was born in 1916, so the photograph was probably taken in the late 1930s. Owen Rooks tells the Archive: “I’m pretty certain that this is the shop which was run by the Misses Amy Thurlow and Florence Fletcher for a while in the late 1940’s early 1950’s. Amy Thurlow was raised at Boulby Barns and her family feature in several photographs on your site. As close friends of my mother, Misses Thurlow and Fletcher were both known to me as “Aunty”. I recall that at the time they owned the shop, the accommodation above it was occupied by the Brown family (Mother, daughter whose name I forget and son Colin).” Joan Jemson adds: “I remember the shop when it was owned by Miss Thurlow and Miss Fletcher.”
Image courtesy of Keith Bowers, thanks to Owen Rooks and Joan Jemson for the updates.
The tall chimney was from the gas works coke house, can you remember the smell? The hut partially hidden by the bushes was the tally cabin, where the miners would have picked up their lamps and their tallies before crossing the bridge in the foreground to enter the mine. I am sure some of you will remember Fiery Jack that worked in the tally cabin.A. N. Andrew has advised: “Miners only collected their tallies from Fiery Jacks, all miners made up their own lamps at home before going to work. I used to polish my stepdads lamp.”
Image courtesy of the Pem Holliday Collection, thanks to A. N. Andrew for the update.
A view of Skinningrove looking over the gasometers, down the village, towards the sea. The terraces on Primrose Hill show up clearly; as do the neat fields or allotments above Grove Road.
Another shop in East Loftus this time on Whitby Road, this photograph is dated 1907 and although I do not remember these people I do remember Ogden’s having this shop in the 1940’s and then I think Blaylock’s took it over. Do you remember it?
Joan Gray advises: “I’m Joan Gray (daughter of Doris and Jack Gray) and as a child I lived in Tweed Street. I remember the shop and Bill and Mary Blaylock and their son Tony. I used to call them auntie and uncle, although I’m not sure if we were actually related. We moved away from Loftus in 1963 but I know my mum kept in touch with them by letter. I believe they retired to Marske. Whilst writing, my parents and relatives have passed on, so if anyone can please provide any photographs or information it would be greatly appreciated. Mum was Doris Emily Foster and dad was John William (known as Jack) Gray. Dad was originally from Skinningrove.”
Image courtesy of Mrs Pauline Ovington, thanks to Joan Gray for the update.
The street most prominent in this view of East Loftus is Tees Street, shown from the rear; all streets there are named after rivers. Tees, Tyne, Tweed, plus the newer builds of Esk Terrace and Humber Close; all accessible from Whitby Road.
This was the Wesleyan Chapel at Brotton. A fine Victorian building which stood on the upper part of the High Street, Brotton. We have the following information from the ’London Gazette’ 30th November 1909: ”A seperate building, duly certified for religious worship, named WESLEYAN CHAPEL, situated at Brotton, in the civil parish of Brotton, in the county of York, North Riding, in Guisborough registration district, was, on the 25th November, 1909, registered for solemnizing marriages therein, pursuant to 6th and 7th Wm. IV.c.85, Dated 26th November, 1909. 452 T. W. Bradley, Superintendent Registrar.”Ms J. Findlay advises: “Lovely looking at these pictures, I was christened there and spent many happy times at the “sunshine Corner in the 1950’s.” Susan Smith adds: “My Grandmother was born in Brotton (High Street) in 1899. The family attended a chapel and I wonder if it was this one.” Whilst Patsy Gallon tells the Archive: “My Grandmother was also born in 1889 and lived in Brotton for most of her life. She was called Elsie Rogerson.”
Image and information courtesy of Julie Riddiough, thanks to Ms J. Findlay, Susan Smith and Patsy Gallon for the updates.
St. Peter’s Church in Brotton. This was the third church to stand on this site. ’British History On-line’ states: ”The chapel was rebuilt in 1778 and is now used as a mortuary chapel. It is a plain rectangular stone edifice, measuring internally 67 ft. by 25 ft., with a tower 6 ft. square at the west end. It is lighted at the east end by a large round-headed window and by three similar but narrower windows on each side.” The church was finally demolished in 1958, a little more information has come to light in an extract from a booklet “Know your Parish” it states:- “When St Margaret’s was built St. Peter’s became the mortuary chapel, this chapel was cleaned & restored in 1901 but was demolished later. When the workmen removed some large flagstones near to where the altar had stood they discovered a tunnel which had been bricked up some time in the past. The registers commence in 1641, baptism to 1881: marriages to 1901 and burials to 1956?
Image courtesy of Peter Appleton and Julie Riddiough
Two contrasting images of the same grave in the same cemetery about 70 years apart. This shows a well-kept graveyard and immaculate grass. Phillip Smith enquired: “Could you possibly tell me if Mary Ward is buried in the old Brotton cemetery?” Keith Bowers obliged with: ” There is a record of Mary Jane Ward buried 24 February 1944 Brotton Cemetery”.
Image courtesy of Julie Riddiough; thanks to Phillip Smith and Keith Bowers for the updates.
The same graveyard some 70 years later; I can remember it when you couldn’t have found this grave, the grass was so long! At least the grass gets cut sometimes now! What a contrast. .
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