tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5563327546075276103.post7126472042675540244..comments2024-03-11T20:48:37.922+13:00Comments on Woolshed 1: Noble Street kids - Yil het te gan te chorch!Dr Clive Daltonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15929644974912176271noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5563327546075276103.post-42548961929936303172011-11-23T11:48:54.245+13:002011-11-23T11:48:54.245+13:00I am related to the late Jean Milburn.I believe sh...I am related to the late Jean Milburn.I believe she was my Great Grandmother's cousin. I met her once when she was quite elderly. She seemed like a character but it's all so long ago.Sue Kellynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5563327546075276103.post-66559594661062969242010-03-15T07:01:47.401+13:002010-03-15T07:01:47.401+13:00Wonderful memories.
I'm afraid I was one of ...Wonderful memories. <br /><br />I'm afraid I was one of the Brownriggers<br />you mentioned whispering in the back pews albeit between 1960-63. In our defence Sunday breakfast at Brownrigg was rather sparse so we were all eager to hurry back to school for the much more substantial sunday lunch! Our sunday afternoons were spent hiking, Hareshaw Linn or along the track of the old North Tyne Railway were popular and in the summer term illicit swims in the North Tyne to refresh ourselves hot from the fells.<br /><br />Saturday afternoon visits to see a film in the Town Hall followed by a quick milk shake in the village snack bar was a treat - the snack bar had a juke box and consumed many of our threepenny bits!<br /><br />Coincidentally I too was confirmed by the Bishop of Newcastle - though at St Cuthbert's, and enjoyed the pleasures of Whitley Bay where I would vacation with relatives during school holidays when my parents were overseas.<br /><br />Alas Brownrigg School is no more - I never returned - though I still remember idyllic times there, spring lambs bleating on the fells, a cuckoo calling lazily on a heavy hot summer's afternoon, beautiful clear autumn days with the promise of winter in the breeze. And Bellingham's friendly 'fowk'.<br /><br />Happy days!James Ian Murdochnoreply@blogger.com