Walking to school in the 60s and 70s

speckyget said:
Some great nostalgia on this thread. But sadly I'm left with a slight feeling of disappointment that my schools were named for angels and saints and all that crap, whereas some got to attend a school that celebrated an infamous American porn mag.
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I didn't know there was a magazine called Boynton.
 
ThatFragranceGuy said:
We'd get home at 3:45 and be waiting at home on our own til about 17:30 when our parents got home, never thought any thing of it but imagine get in trouble for that these days
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Our school day finished at 15.40 but similar to yourself, we would be home a good hour or so without any adults.

We all knew we were safe with Danger Mouse looking after us.
 
speckyget said:
Some great nostalgia on this thread. But sadly I'm left with a slight feeling of disappointment that my schools were named for angels and saints and all that crap, whereas some got to attend a school that celebrated an infamous American porn mag.
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I still have a good chuckle when I tell people that I went to Hustler School, and watch their eyes widen.
 
borolad259 said:
I do remember my Mum goin mad with me once. Pre-school I used to go and see a lady in the next street, Mrs Stevenson, who had a big aviary with budgies, and some nice dogs. She usued to make my dinner for me and stuff. One day, coming back from Whinney Banks, it was raining .... it might even have been the day it went totally dark (remember that?). There were massive puddles everywhere. The lady's husband, Mr Stevenson, saw me, stopped and offered me a lift home ... in his cortina. Of course, I got in and he dropped me at home. Mother went apeshit with me for accepting a lift .... "But he's not a stranger ... it's Mr Stevenson", I reasoned. I couldn't understand her ire .... then, years later I realised that it probably co-incided with the Moors Murders.

I did get my daughters walking home from school together by the time they were about 6 or 7. Same with my son.
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I remember that day vividly. I've tried various googling attempts but can't find a mention of it.
 
Not wanting to bring the mood down but think this might. We once had all stayed back after school with the boys playing football and the girls netball. When we made our way home we crossed at the lights on the Trunk Rd (no Green Man back then) and two girls ran out in front of a car and got run over. One was badly injured and the other died of her injuries. We were all aged 10/11 at the time.
 
Norman_Conquest said:
Not wanting to bring the mood down but think this might. We once had all stayed back after school with the boys playing football and the girls netball. When we made our way home we crossed at the lights on the Trunk Rd (no Green Man back then) and two girls ran out in front of a car and got run over. One was badly injured and the other died of her injuries. We were all aged 10/11 at the time.
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Really sad to read that. Must have been very difficult for you to come to terms with.
 
borolad259 said:
Infants in the 60s was about 5 to ten minute walk to Whinney Banks. My Mum took me the first day. After that I walked alone. Usually an adventure was had along the way ... even if it was buying penny sweets from Maynards. Or a lucky bag if I was flush.
Half way through 1st year juniors we moved to Linthorpe, so I moved schools to Green Lane. Can't have been more than a ten to 15 minute walk, usually with mates.
Then went to Hustler, so it was walking up Roman Rd, down to Tiollesby Fields, then either through the Arty and Acklam Woods or up Tollesby Road via the shop to pick up some midget gems, black jacks, refreshers or whatever. The Arty on the way home usually involved some caper or other on a tarzy, or being stupid enough to chuck a log into a wasps nest .... it didn't end well.

Like most kids of that era, we'd be self reliant from a very early age. Going out in the morning with some malt loaf, a banana and some pop to make dens somewhere and generally get mucky. Coming home about tea time.... or later in the summer.

I do remember my Mum goin mad with me once. Pre-school I used to go and see a lady in the next street, Mrs Stevenson, who had a big aviary with budgies, and some nice dogs. She usued to make my dinner for me and stuff. One day, coming back from Whinney Banks, it was raining .... it might even have been the day it went totally dark (remember that?). There were massive puddles everywhere. The lady's husband, Mr Stevenson, saw me, stopped and offered me a lift home ... in his cortina. Of course, I got in and he dropped me at home. Mother went apeshit with me for accepting a lift .... "But he's not a stranger ... it's Mr Stevenson", I reasoned. I couldn't understand her ire .... then, years later I realised that it probably co-incided with the Moors Murders.

I did get my daughters walking home from school together by the time they were about 6 or 7. Same with my son.
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Borolad Can you remember the name of the shop on Tollesby Rd( the one on its own not the ones next to the Dev.). Drove past it the other day and said to my Mrs that the house on the corner at Lunedale Rd used to be a shop I went into on the way to school but couldn't remember it's name .
 
Blf said:
Borolad Can you remember the name of the shop on Tollesby Rd( the one on its own not the ones next to the Dev.). Drove past it the other day and said to my Mrs that the house on the corner at Lunedale Rd used to be a shop I went into on the way to school but couldn't remember it's name .
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No, can't remember its name either. I think it was a news agent or something. But all the kids from Hustler and Boynton that walked back that waay would congregate there.
 
Used to love walking to school, down to Ormesby Henry Taylor, and let’s face it there was so many kids on the same path how could you not feel happy. On the way back it was a rush to get to Mrs Paige’s paper shop to get my copy of “shoot” with maybe a few bubblegums for good measure.
 
borolad259 said:
No, can't remember its name either. I think it was a news agent or something. But all the kids from Hustler and Boynton that walked back that waay would congregate there.
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Yeah it was named after the family that lived there I think but can't remember it's name.
 
Millbrook said:
I remember that day vividly. I've tried various googling attempts but can't find a mention of it.
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Goggle "The day day turned to night in Middlesbrough" mate. Takes you to a few including the Gazettes report.
I was in Mrs Widdowfields class in Green Lane Jnrs. I can remember a lot of the girls crying and screaming.
 
spanishman said:
We had a coke fire with a back boiler when I was young. That was too complex for little kids to light, thank goodness.

Mind you there is an event involving the fire that one of my older brothers still takes the **** out of me about.

My dad and mam were sat in armchairs either side of the coke fire. With a fireplace separating the two of them. When I was little I used to sit on the fireplace next to the fire. On one side of the other.

I was sitting there on my dad's side and my mam said for me to move. As she wanted to stoke the fire. I did not hear her. Probably as I was watching telly. She then started opening the door to the fire. It slipped out of her control. The hot door with the metal and glass front hit my bare leg.

Apparently, in shock, I did not move. I just said "move me I'm burning".

For some reason my brother still thinks that this is funny.
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When I was 4 I burnt our house down when we lived in Berwick Hills. I found some matches, made paper aeroplanes. lit them and threw them round the house, pretending that they were German bombers that had been shot down. Hence the reason we lived in Easterside.
 
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