Memory Bank

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  1. Hi.Joan.and.margaret.,.they.were.real.gentlemen

    • Lovely to hear from you Terry and your lovely memories of our Dad, Eric Marshall. Sadly we lost him about eighteen years ago but he left us with lovely memories of life at Westhorpe. He often entertained with his stories. Some of which were true. As you say, he knew everyone’s check numbers. I often bump into “old” miners etc in the village who remember him fondly. Stuart and Eric Marshalll, my and Pat’s (Bone, administrator of this site and KHS Facebook) brothers both worked at Westhorpe until it sadly closed. My Dad retired then, Stuart and Eric moved to Markham.

  2. Searching for information on the eldest man in Killamarsh in 1968. He is from what I am told my grandmothers brother and since I am researching our family tree I would greatly appreciate any information to add to what I have already and excited to add to our story. Thank you in advance.

  3. Does anyone know Linda and Mick/Michael who now live in Killamarsh. I don’t know their surname now, bit Linda was Linda Staniforth before she married. They emigrated to Australia in the ’60’s, but came back. Linda and I were good friends at Grange Grammar School in Sheffield, and I am sorry we lost contact. Thankyou

  4. The 1960s were good days in Killamarsh, people were generally happy, friendly, polite and well dressed. An even more special effort to look ‘smart’ would be made if going to see a Teacher or Doctor etc, perhaps another shave, a clean shirt, tie, jacket/suit, shoes polished etc for the men! Grass was cut and streets were cleaned regularly by the council, the vast majority of gardens were nice and shops were interesting, well presented run by well known village characters. At the time the majority of married women still didn’t go out to work, although this was just starting to change. Most families were at least quite comfortable and content with living within their means without getting into debt. Household furniture wasn’t changed often, it lasted for years, sometimes a lifetime!

    Many of the men of the village who worked at the local coal mines, factories, found escape from their dirty, often unpleasant and dangerous work by going fishing and/or making their gardens as pleasant and colourful as possible, quite a few also grew tomatoes, chrysanthemums etc in a greenhouse. Mr Arblaster who lived on Rotherham Rd actually grew Orchids, which was very exotic, impressive at that time! At the age of 9, I was regularly properly mowing the lawn with a cast iron, push lawnmower, cutting the hedges and helping when coal was delivered to the house.

    Pupils who attended Westfield School and the village Secondary Modern were on the whole still very smart, uniform was generally worn with some pride. The girls had their natural hair, looked nice, wholesome and wore little or no makeup. Many children throughout the 1950s, very early 60s had still been going to either St Giles Church or one of the village Methodist Chapel’s Sunday Schools, but by the mid 60s however, this attendance was declining rapidly. The subsidised Church/Chapel coach trips to the East Coast resorts were just still happening at the time and had for years enabled families to have a cheap, enjoyable day trip to the seaside! Sometimes three or four, five buses would be lined up outside where The Admiral is now, with village families in their ‘Sunday Best’ queuing with anticipation and excitement. These trips were declining a little though by then as car ownership slowly started to grow.

    Village policeman PC Fielding who lived in Gannow Villas, knew just about every boy and family on his patch. His stern look or imminent appearance on his bike would send us all scattering for cover and wondering with dread, if our parents would be receiving a knock on the door from him later on in the day! He and his wife would often have a drink in village pubs, particularly The Angel at Norwood. This was policing that actually worked! A few local Teachers also lived near to their pupils at Norwood, such as Mr Reid, Mr Lowe and Mrs Arblaster.

    Each estate/area of the village had their own large, communal bonfires on the 5th November, organised not by adults but by the boys. Wood, railway sleepers etc were collected for weeks before the big day. Potatoes were thrown into the embers to cook and then eaten. Raids were made on rival bonfires to steal wood, sometimes guards were posted to protect our own. At Gannow House where his family lived, Kenny Hames’s bonfire parties were terrific and Mischief Night saw us out with our pockets full of 1d bangers and Jumping Jacks, we often ended up with numb fingers! ‘Penny For The Guys’ were made and taken round the houses, the better the Guy, the more money was collected, not for charity, … but for ourselves, as we needed it! I’ll never forget once at our back door, when a very young Allan Dopson well disguised (with straw sticking out of his clothes and wearing a mask and hat) as a Guy over I think Mick Martin’s shoulder came unstuck, as my mother not falling for it, gave his bottom a slap as we all cracked up with laughter. They still got some pennies though for their cheek!

    The sports we played changed with the seasons. A cricket wicket was made by us, flattening the earth and cutting the grass In Norwood Place and we used the correct fielding positions and rules of play, tennis and olympic events followed the same pattern. We even brought a chair out for the Tennis Umpire to sit in! These things were all organised by older boys, such as in my case Geoff Slack. As a bat, stumps, ball etc were in short supply then, anyone who had them was highly popular indeed! Football games made up of all ages from 8 to 17 would take place for hours, no allowance at all was made for age, so no wonder skills, fitness and confidence improved, it was either sink or swim! Sometimes even the men would stop leaning on their garden gate and give in to the urge to join in with us youngsters! We also made trolleys from pram wheels and wood, throwing arrows, made our own kites from garden canes/brown paper and flew them unbelievably high on fishing line. Winter warmers – tin cans with holes in, then filled with red hot coals and swung around on a piece of wire, rope swings over the Pingle stream, we played on haystacks, raided local orchards for cherries, pears, apples, went fishing and we grass surfed in cardboard boxes obtained from the Co-op, down the slope in Mills’s Field. We fished and roamed far and wide for hours, amongst the fields, lakes and woods around the village. Sometimes we would take empty bottles back to the local pub or shop to make 3d on each bottle. Then would go straight to the sweet shop, Heely’s 1d Tray, bottle of lemonade, or Mullins’s shop on Rotherham Rd. Sometimes we would raid The Angel pub’s own outhouse store of empties and then with innocent faces, knock on the door to return his own bottles to the Landlord in exchange for the money!

    Who will ever forget the quality of Croft’s Fish & Chips, the Killamarsh Youth Club Dance with Joe Cocker and his band, held in the Secondary School Hall, or the weekly ‘Friday Teenage Evenings’ at The Killamarsh Empire Cinema! – What went on there was the stuff of legend, romance, fashion parade, eggs flying about, peashooters firing dried peas/sago balls etc through the projection light, or Ted Fox shouting out his witty comments about scenes from the film being shown! The village Bobby was often in attendance, lights were usually left on for the whole programme, … and of course there was the famous Saturday front page headline of The Sheffield Star – ”Spud Gun Gang Closes Killamarsh Picture House”! … It really was though, all very harmless, mischievous fun compared with what goes on today.

    I was aged 15, in the house alone and watching the World Cup Final live on TV one day in the Summer of 1966, Germany went into the lead and I being so upset, immediately switched the TV off and took refuge down in the greenhouse. After about 15 mins though, I finally managed to pluck up the courage to go and switch the TV on again to find that England had equalised! The rest as they say … Is History!

      • Lovely to read these memories, the smell of scorched grass brings it all back, sitting on a piece of cardboard and sliding down Mills (Millie’s) field. The cardboard got smaller and smaller with each go…… I remember you Roy, I lived at 21 Norwood Crescent in the 50s and 60s, Jane Storey, now Northridge and living in Derby, but I absolutely LOVE this site.

    • Cinema Riot Confession……! It was Myself and Anthony Shaw who bought the potato guns the week before the fracas, they only had cork “ pellets” at purchase so we we took them the following week……with a potato each ! The film ….Our Man in Havana to teenagers TOTALLY boring ( despite starring Alec Guinness……amazing to remember this when I can’t remember why I went into a room sometimes ! ) I blame the “ riot “ on the film and the fact that rival village teens ( mainly Eckington ) looking for trouble ! It probably did not help that a few stray bits of spud hit such customers. I think KEITH Nicholls was chased up the road…I got a fat lip from a non too pleased “ foreigner “and little sympathy when I got home , and even less when the “ Star” headlines hit the street ! Cheers to Roy for the memories.

    • I think the Bobby’s name was Phelan, his daughter LInda worked at the Co-op Beer-off at the same time as me, in the mid 60’s

    • Wow! What an amazing piece of history! I have just started some canal walks and went on the one in Killamarsh that sadly has been lost to a new housing estate in the 70’s. I did see the Derbyshire board on Pingle Road telling of the tragic lives lost of 6 children in 1915 who were skating on the iced over canal and the ice gave way.I wondered if they were buried in nearby St Giles church and also wondered if there was a memorial plack/stone to remember the tragic accident that happened all those years ago.When lock down has ended I will return to St Giles to find out and leave some flowers for them.

      • What a kind gesture. The last time I went was several years ago. There is/was a small In height stone were a couple of them are buried. It is right at the very bottom near the hedge (Literally the other side of the then canal – now houses) more towards the right. In fact I think there are two graves next to each other. I cannot remember the inscription but you will know when you see it. I remember as a child being very upset by this story.

    • Hi.roy. 41rotherham.road.

  5. To Gabrielle White: I remember Christians Butchers I’m afraid! I briefly rented a flat in summer/autumn 2000 in Killamarsh over the top of what was then Betfred on Bridge Street whilst my house sale went through and the people moved out of the one I was purchasing. I remember Mr Christian leaving me a very rude and frankly bizarre note, telling me not to put my knickers in his dustbin – which I can assure you I most definitely did not! If you find him, then see if he remembers it! There was also a fish and chip shop nearby on the same side of the road, Blue Oyster I think. I bought fish and chips there and I wasn’t enamoured and neither was the cat, which tells you a lot if a cat turns her nose up at fish!

  6. Hi, I know it’s a long shot but does anyone know the name of the owners who owned the butchers back in 1991?

    I believe it was a family business who may have also owned the fruit and veg shop? The son of the owner was called Andrew Cristian and it’s probley around 60. Who also worked in the butchers.

    Any information would be great, I really need to find this man! Thankyou.

    • The butchers shop run by Frank Christian was where Jemima’s is now. It was owned and run for years by the Windle family. The old man (can’t remember his name) owned a farm at Upperthorpe and he the shop for years, until his son, Colin took over. They made lots of money in the late 50’s early 60’s hen their farm land was opencasted.
      Frank Christian I think was in partnership with another butcher took over the shop.
      Frank lived on Casson Drive Harthill for years, not sure if he’s still there.

  7. Hi I’m David Dennis I do remember the Beatles staying at the Park Hall at spinkhill in 1964 we lived in the railway cottages at the side of the railway my mum and sister seen them my mum said they stopped at the angel. She said that they came out and got into a black car and has they drove of they were waving at my mum and sister.

    • My mum, Dorothy Stevens, on her very first day of working at Park Hall met the Beatles….Ringo signed a potato that was in the shape of a heart, another signed an egg…they all signed a piece of paper,
      She sold at auction many many years later!

    • Hi David, i moved with my mum and dad to 31 station road in February 83 when I was 5 months old. I would love to hear about stories of the house. Mrs Cochrane lived next door

  8. KHS had a display at the Killamarsh Open Day last week. Old photos of Killamarsh Pubs, of which there were several as some older residents will recall were featured on the photo board. One was of the Blacksmiths, now Farriers Way. Does anyone have photos of the original Blacksmiths?


  9. Hi all,
    This is a long shot but hopefully someone will be able to throw some light for me. I am researching my family history, and looking into the background of my 3 x Great Grandfather John Shephard, born in Killamarsh about 1811,in 1830 he married Rebecca ? and they had 4 children before she died in 1839, in 1841 John is shown on the census as being a collier and a publican, and his address is shown as The Bridge, Nethermoor. Here’s the question does anuone know whether The Bridge was a public house in those days or is it generally an area of Killamarsh.
    Any help greatly appreciated
    my email is if anyone can help


    I am writing this – not because I have clear memories of this period – I merely have snippets, but hope that others will fill in the gaps and embellish the detail.

    The meetings took place every Thursday in the Scout Hut on Walker’s Lane at the top of Bridge Street, which was a semi-circular prefabricated construction – I assume it originally had a military design or function.

    However, I will start by saying something of the Cubs – led by Akela, [aka Marion Green from Church Town], assisted by Baloo [aka Margaret ??? from Sheffield Road at Norwood]. These were lovely, kind people who gave up their time and energies for young people in the village. The cubs acted as the guard of honour for Margaret’s marriage to Ron Oxley who became the Scout leader. [My brother, Neil, was his assistant]

    However, I wasn’t one of those who appreciated Akela and Baloo’s dedication and hard work. My brother is four years older, so he was in the scouts, which for me, was far more interesting and grown up. As a result, I joined the scouts early – going on the camps such as Whitwell where we pitched the big ex-army tents, dug the latrines, prepared the camp fires – cooked the food – and went into the woods foraging for fire wood. If my memory serves me well, the campsite was at the very bottom right hand corner of a field off the main Whitwell road, next to the boundary with dense woodland – and just inside the wood I can still see in my mind’s eye a big tree that had fallen many years previously so the roots were exposed – these must have been 10 foot high, and so a great place to climb. For some reason, which I still could never fathom, the scout leaders, Brian Fleet and David Hames, insisted that first thing in the morning, the Tenderfoots wore wellies but no socks!! Why? It was greatly uncomfortable on a cold morning, and pretty pointless. My only answers are that they were trying to toughen us up, or they were merely sadistic – I think it was the latter.

    The delights of camping!! I well remember the scout equipment; tents, sleeping bags – and cooking utensils were stored in the old rectory stables. The actual camps, which I discuss below, consisted of certain rituals; particularly camp fires with songs such as – Oh you’ll never go to heaven in an old Ford car …. The obligatory Kum ba yah, my lord …

    The food was cooked on open fires – the porridge so thick that the ladle had to stand up straight, and hold there, before it was considered cooked. It always had a piece of chopped wood in it – apparently to take away the taste of the smoke – not sure if it worked, but it was a tradition. We always seemed to have a stew we called something like ‘panagety’ – which consisted of a layer of sliced onions/corned beef/sliced potatoes – repeated until the ‘dixie’ was full. A dixie was a very large cooking pot. Whatever we ate, it was out of mess tins. [Recently on Countryfile, they referred to panagety by its correct name and spelling, but I can’t remember it]

    In addition to Whitwell, three camps stick out in my memory; the first was in about 1961 we loaded up a lorry with tents/sleeping bags and cooking equipment stored in the rectory stables to take us to High Skelgill Farm near Ambleside. Riding all the way to the Lake District in the back of a lorry – madness I say, madness! But great fun. The last night we were there we slept in the farm’s barn, complete with the comfort of straw – but there were rats running over us in our sleeping bags. I am sure we caught a train back, which must have been quite a journey back then. One of the scouts rather foolishly fell asleep on the way back; he woke up with his legs covered in pen drawings – he was not impressed!

    The other camp was at Red Wharf Bay on Anglesey in Wales. Here, myself and several others did [I think] the scout’s second class badge award. This consisted of hiking a few miles – then pitching camp and sleeping over. Cook breakfast – break camp – and return to the main campsite. I remember that the troop were going to go up Snowdon that morning, so we left early to join them; therefore, our day consisted of an early eight mile hike – plus a walk from Llanberis up Snowdon by the side of the railway track – and for those who have done this, will I am sure agree that it is a long, long slog – particularly when we were about 11 years old! But if I recall rightly, it was a lovely day, so the views were tremendous.

    The other camp I recall was an international scout camp in Chatsworth Park so it was called the ‘Ramberee’ in 1965. All remember of this is that it rained incessantly, such that I remember saying to myself there can’t be any more rain left – but then I remembered, it was coming from the Atlantic Ocean, so was plenty more where that came from!! The other vague memory is playing football against Tunisian scouts – and Canadian scouts. This was in itself interesting.

    I have a vague memory of going to the Sheffield Lyceum to watch a Scout Gang Show, where we all sang [riding along on the] Crest of a Wave. The show was created by Ralph Reader in the 1930s, and apparently is still going within the scout movement. [Anyone else remember it?]

    Finally, for a couple of years we seemed to not have a leader – Rev. Cheetham had moved away, the older scouts lost interest and moved on … So we were left to our own devices – which amounted to two things – playing football all evening in the scout hut [it was a great size and shape for 5-a-side] – and cooking soup. We all brought a tin of soup each – but say nine of us brought tomato or vegetable soup – and one brought in oxtail – then the intensely strong flavour of the oxtail swamped everything else, so we all had oxtail soup whether we liked it or not.

    We were supposed to be working towards out ‘badges’ but nothing much was done at that time, however, I do remember going to Mrs Collin’s house in Norwood [near the roundabout] to learn how to do rudimentary cooking. Outside Cordy’s shop in Norwood, we also did the Penny-a-mile, and went round the village to do the Bob-a-Job. Some people were kind and just gave us the money – but others seem to wait until the [sucker] scouts came along and gave them all the jobs they had been avoiding – generally the dirty jobs.

    By about aged 15 years I became disillusioned with the scouts – sadly I felt it had become nerdy, and I was a child of the ‘60s. However, I got so much from the scouts – a moral compass for caring for others. A sense of duty – to DYB [do your best] – and so, doing the ‘right thing’. A love of the outdoors – having said that, I decided that if ever I could afford a hotel or B&B, then goodbye to camping!

    I would now struggle to keep the scout promise about my duty to God and the Queen! A loss of the Christian faith put paid to the first bit – and my commitment to left-wing politics inspired at Westhorpe in the 1972 and 1974 strikes – and later studying politics at Sheffield University, put paid to the second bit.
    However, I do genuinely wish that the scouts didn’t have a reputation of ‘nerdiness’ – it has so much to offer young people; far more than learning to tie knots – it provides a moral compass – and teaches social and life skills – not forgetting survival skills! I do think that the choice of Bear Grylls as Chief Scout is far more inspired than Sir Lachlan, Charles, Hector, Fitzroy, McLean, who was the Chief Scout in my time! Not someone I could ‘connect with’ on any level!

    • Some more thoughts!!


      These are ‘snippets’ that hopefully prompt clearer memories from others of that time – or the stories of others, before and after.

      Before I joined the Church choir, I attended the Killamarsh Methodist’s chapel on Sheffield Road – going with my older brother and sister every Sunday morning and afternoon, regular as clockwork. We thought that mum was trying to make us in to God-fearing, Christian children, but the reality probably was, as a single-mum she wanted a break from us so she able to have a peaceful fag and a cup of tea with Mrs. Taylor next door. As a parent now, I would not blame her? But little did she know that often the penny for the collection we were given was spent on Black Jacks or Fruit Salads at Hall’s shop on Sheffield Road [Near the entrance to Jubilee Crescent]. We would then play in the stream that runs under the road there, and return home to say we had heard and learnt from Mr Manchester’s spiritually uplifting words! Mr Manchester, I assume, was the main lay preacher at the Chapel; I remember when Mr Manchester went out of the room, my brother climbed up and moved the clock forward so that we could get out early – only for Mr Manchester to notice – and my sister to ‘split’ on him!

      I joined the choir in about September 1958 because I was told by Steven [Sam] Hall that Rev. Cheetham had arranged a choir trip to London in the November. He also said that they got half-a-crown for a wedding – and 5 bob for a funeral, but when [old] Dr Lipp died – one of the great men of the village – this was much much more!

      The trip to London was memorable for me for three reasons a) Madame Tussard’s ‘chamber of horrors’ – it was terrifying! b) The ‘smog’ – there was a real London pea-souper because it was before the Clean Air Act came in to effect. c) Rev. Cheetham had booked us in to what [to us] seemed a ‘posh’ lunch [no it was dinner-time!] where we were given [I think] watercress – I remember saying to the waitress ‘What’s this? GrAss?’ The waitress responded in what sounded like posh indignation – ‘GrARss – grARss!!’ I felt so embarrassed – however, what was posh to me was probably just her cockney accent.

      Mr Philip Creasey was the choirmaster – who took practise every Wednesday evening, with Church services every Sunday for Communion and Evensong. I remember one Wednesday evening when we had finished the choir practise at about 8.00; we noticed the apples from the cottage next door overhanging the graveyard wall – so we helped ourselves to them. However, we then saw a man walk through the gates with his dog on a lead and a stick in his other hand. Without a word, he grabbed hold of Dogga Booth and started hitting him across the backside with his stick. He then told the dog to ‘get’ me – but no disrespect to the dog, it didn’t have a chance. I shot down the footpath adjacent to the graveyard wall and jumped over the wall, which was about 6 foot high on to Church Lane – and didn’t stop running until I reached the big tree on the black path up to Norwood. Dogga and the others caught up, where Dogga revealed the biggest, red-raw marks across his backside. For months, nay years, I was wary of going in to the church in case I was seen by the man from the cottage!

      I remember Philip Creasey being a kindly man, however, my only real memory is that he had a ‘Tarts and Vicars’ party at his house on Primrose Lane. Seeing all these ‘nice’ respectable ‘ladies’ from the WI and the Young Wives dressed as tarts, seemed so grown up to us kids in a pre-PC world.

      As for Rev. Cheetham, he was a good man with a sense of fun and irreverence; he once revealed to us that he had nine Christian names! He was probably from a very well-to-do family. [I have tried to find something more about him – but I haven’t been successful – anyone help?]
      At the annual garden party in the rectory grounds the Choir had responsibility for the crockery shy [there is a photograph of it on the heritage website]. We probably smashed some now very expensive Moorcroft, Clarice Cliff or Poole Pottery – but the standby was Pearson’s Pottery from Chesterfield, which probably would be a fair old price now. [N.B. Just checked on EBay – they are embarrassingly cheap!] I recollect the rectory as a big imposing early 19th century ‘pile’ with large rooms and outbuildings – including stables. I distinctly recall Rev. Cheetham’s impressive large study, high ceiling and full of books and b) the cellars and how they were converted in to a ‘wonderland’ for the Christmas Grotto – going down the steps with the walls covered with fairy lights and tin foil [!] made it look so magical to the eyes of a nine year old. I remember my first love, Cynthia, from Ashby-de-la-Zouch being there – a place of mystery to me ever since! But why was she there – does anyone know? c) The stables which I mention in the piece about the scouts.

      Another recollection is that Rev. Cheetham, as a bachelor, lived alone in this big rambling building, so some of us from the choir/scouts slept over in one of the big upstairs rooms – myself, Dogga Booth, Keith Nichols, Keith Walker, Graham Haslam – and others. Rev. Cheetham was mischievous; I remember in the middle of the night [very dark and eerie], Graham Haslam’s camp bed was mysteriously moving across the floor; this was because Rev. Cheetham, in the dark, had been in and tied a rope to it and dragged him across the floor – we were all terrified until we knew what was happening.

      I can’t remember too many people in the choir – there were school friends, like Sam Hall, Keith Nichols, Ivor Burton, Terrence Booth, Alan and John Walker and Peter Walker. I also remember Eric Ibbotson a decent tenor who stood on the back row with the other adults, [us kids were on the front row]. Eric was an inspiration to me because I learned he had been an electrician in the coalmines, [Westhorpe – I think], then he went on to teach in a college. I thought, I like that idea – thank you, Eric …

      This paragraph mentions lingering but insubstantial memories. Being confirmed at Staveley Church – going to some sort of chorister get-together at Chesterfield, where I was more impressed with the size and grandeur of the church than the get-together. I also remember going to a chorister ‘something’ at Frecheville Community Centre. I recall the choir going up the church tower to see the bells, but what bad timing – it was about to strike the hour – being that near to the bells at that time was quite terrifying. Finally, one last memory is that one lad was so much better than the rest of us – he really could sing – so he went off to a chorister school – I have tried to remember his name and where he went – but to no avail. [Any help?]

      As for the singing – we were probably pretty mediocre – but we tried. Of the actual services, Evensong was the favourite because we chatted and played cards through the whole sermon such that I remember Rev. Cheetham having to stop in mid-flow to tell us to be quiet. I also recall Mr Priestley, an old man then, who always sat in his same seat in the congregation, [against the central column between the nave and the North Aisle], singing his heart out, but always slightly behind the choir. He was like Corporal Jones in Dad’s Army. This is not to mock him, but to remember him with fond affection.

      A key event of my time in the choir was to ‘put on’ John Stainer’s oratorio ‘The Crucifixion’. We spent weeks preparing for it – attending many more choir practices, but if I remember rightly, ‘it was alright on the night’ – probably Easter 1962. I still remember certain sections – the uplifting ‘Fling wide the gates’ – and the turgid ‘… and the desolate land will be tilled’. I was reminded of this when I went to Tilbury on the Thames – a place of great historical significance, but what an awful place now! And the desolate land will be Til-bury … came to mind.

      The other key event was that each Christmas the choir would go from house to house; carol singing – raising quite a lot of money for the church coffers. However, being young enterprising entrepreneurs, one Christmas we decided to cut out the middle-man and ‘go it alone’ – and pocket all the proceeds. We got away with it because people recognised us from the choir and so assumed we were singing on behalf of the church and gave generously. Who were we to correct them? This was fine until we got our comeuppance at a house on North Crescent, in Norwood. We had gone round the back to sing, but the people inside asked us to move to the side of the house because they couldn’t hear us. We duly obliged, but as the window above us started to open, the older ones realised what was about to happen, so we quickly moved away, leaving the little ones to take the full force of the bucket of water. Obviously we were not amused – but neither was the church when they realised what we had done!!

      St. Giles church choir had, for several hundred years, been a boys/men tradition, but in the early 1960s all that changed – girls were allowed to join! Oh heresy! But not just any girls – but girls who could actually sing! The Limb twins [Brenda and Beryl] were the ground-breaking – tradition-breaking duo. The reality was that this was not a feminist conspiracy or concerns about gender equality – it was that the choirmaster [I think it was Mr. Parr by then] realised not enough young boys were interested in joining; therefore, girls had to be allowed in the choir so could survive. To be honest, they improved the singing quality significantly.

      When I was about thirteen Rev. Cheetham left for a parish in Basford in Nottingham, and was replaced by Rev. Peterkin. Rev. Peterkin was quite a different animal – whereas Rev. Cheetham was ‘low Church’ – historically aligning the church more closely with the simplicity of the Methodists – Rev. Peterkin was an Anglo-Catholic – aligning St. Giles closer to the Roman Catholic tradition. This caused quite a bit of dissention at the time because Rev. Peterkin bought in incense sticks, a side-altar, and a Matins service early on Sunday and Tuesday mornings. I remember as a server-boy I was usually the only one present at these services. [This is not to say that the low or high church is better – it is still an on-going debate in the Church of England since the Reformation, a debate that interests me because I experienced it first in Killamarsh].

      I was about 14 years old when I had an ‘epiphany’ – but not of a religious sort, quite the opposite! I was singing the hymn ‘Praise to the Lord, the Almighty, the King of Creation’. I thought, why am I singing this – I don’t believe a word of it – so I left – only to return to be married by Rev. Peterkin, who showed me great kindness.

      Therefore, I have fond memories of my time in the choir – although I lost my Christian faith, St. Giles and the choir are still close to my heart because it was fun, and from it, I have a life-long academic interest in church architecture, theology and the history and purpose of religion – and I still adore church music. It is strange that even after all these years if a hymn is sung on the radio or television, I often know it!!

      To close, one question: Can anyone shed any light on the Pre-Reformation Madonna and Child in the chancel – this seems to be a real anomaly in a church that has mainly late-19th- early-20th century stained glass?

  11. Some thoughts about the playground called Killamarsh in the 1950’s and 1960s


    I hope these comments prompt more substantial memories than mine!

    Growing up as a child in the 1950s meant we were basically feral, going out all day and entertaining ourselves in the countryside, climbing trees, making camps, and ‘fishing’ for tiddlers, newts and frogs in the canal; sustaining ourselves on berries, raw peas and carrots – even potatoes and turnips [Yuck]. Television and radio had only a small part to play in our lives at that time, but did have to listen to such programmes as the Billy Cotton Band Show or the Forces Requests – but I will try and relate a memory to each part of Killamarsh as a playground with the intention of prompting your memories of these places. There are numerous places, so I will start with my favourites.

    We lived on South Crescent, which is on the ‘new’ estate at Norwood, so the ‘green’ in front of the house was our original play area. Later we played football but originally it was a place where we acted out our imaginations playing ‘war games’ – ‘dropping dead’. That is, who out of the group, including Sam Hall, Martin Hibbert, Keith Nichols, Alan Walker and Kenny Fisher – could be ‘shot’ and ‘die’ with most conviction – the most dramatic performance – won. The other war-related memory was to use the rockery in front of Martin Hibbert’s house as a battleground for our tin [later plastic] soldiers and guns. We would hide the soldiers in the aubrietia [I think], and fire matchsticks from toy Howitzer guns at them. It was hardly ‘Call of Duty’!! There is little I would change about my childhood [apart from having more money] – I do however, envy children their access to computer games – but certainly not the addiction!
    The roads on the estate were made of concrete sections which marked out a simple tennis court – so we would use these and play endlessly. The other pastime was using the melting tarmac and make shapes in it. The summers of the 1950s always seemed so much hotter and smelled of peeled skin and camomile lotion!

    From about the middle of September our thoughts turned to Guy Fawkes and Bonfire Night. All the kids spent the next two months dragging wood from woodland anywhere in order to build the crescent’s bonfire in the corner of the ‘green’ near the Mantle’s and Plant’s – and the Atkinson’s. I remember the bonfires being so impressive there must have been a lot of work put in by the parents. We bought fireworks by making rubbish Guy Fawkes out of old clothes and rags, and basically begging for money.

    This covered an area between the canal and Jubilee Crescent – going over towards Lock Hill. It was a wild uncultivated land with trees, bushes – and importantly a stream. The stream was the centre of the adventures – either damming it in order to make bigger pools – or our favourite, the rope swing over the stream, which was great until two kids in successive weeks, broke their arms as they fell off. The result was that a concerned parent cut the rope down, but needless to say, the following week it was back up again!

    Also my clearest memory of the Pingle is of seeing a grass snake in the undergrowth when we were playing hide and seek – made me jump out of my skin.

    I don’t think we realised how privileged were to have this stretch of water in the village – now it has gone, we all regret it. From Lock Hill towards the Angel on Rotherham Road past the chemical works was open and clear for fishing, so we tended not to ‘play’ in this area – but going back from Lock Hill towards the top of Bridge Street, particularly the section up to the Church, was the ‘play area’. Those things I remember are a) ‘frogging’ – which basically meant making a crossbow and bolts for the sole purpose of killing frogs! Why, I don’t know – I have a lot of negative karma to work off! b) Seeing a dark shape moving through the water – and for years wondering what it was, until relatively recently, I realised it was an otter. c) Walking on the canal bank near the ‘rec’ a ‘big’ lad came towards us with something wriggling inside his shirt – he then brought out a 3-4 foot grass snake!! I was amazed and shocked! d) At the school we went down to the canal to use the canoes, which didn’t impress the fishermen too much.

    This must have some significance because many others have mentioned it – we knew it was old, but had no idea of its real purpose other than to provide a route under the canal from Kirkcroft Lane to Jubilee Crescent – however, it was a play area for kids. To many of the kids it was a base for ‘breaking into’ the scrapyard that contained many old military vehicles – a great fascination for us ‘war-mad’ kids. We would climb and hide in the vehicles for hours on end. A great playground – but on reflection, a very dangerous place!

    This is still on the right hand side of Rotherham Road going towards Wales Bar. It is not its correct name, but it is the name we gave it as kids. Right in the dip below the Angel is still an old brick structure next to the road – that was our base where were climbed and zip-wired over the stream and scrambled through the tunnels under the road. If we went towards the chemical works, there were large pools of tar where I remember John Walker, who would only be about six or seven, putting his foot through the layer of dust that masked a pool of tar – his shoe was ruined and his mum was not at all impressed. I recall he also lost another shoe shortly afterwards while we were paddling through the stream. Showing our age! We entertained ourselves by kicking over the stoops of wheat that the farmer had set ready for threshing. Great, but pointless fun, and very annoying for the farmer [Sorry!]

    As regards the Rat Wood itself, this was in a corner with the canal on one side and Rotherham Road on the other – the third side being the lane that took vehicles up to the old canal buildings towards the Tunnel Tops. This was so dark, dense and wet; we scared ourselves from ever going in there.

    These are located on the right hand side of the canal as you go towards the Tunnel Tops – and accessed by climbing a barb-wired gate over a bridge so far along – before the Boatman Inn. The wood was a great place where we built camps from old branches and covered them with ferns, play hide-and-seek and play our pretend war games – but always with the fear of the ranger catching us. I don’t think he ever did, but it was an ever-present fear.

    These were a place of endless fascination – that is until the M1 put an end to it. We would often walk right through the railway tunnel – scaring each other with loud shouts and bangs that echoed along its length. The tunnel was long but the day light at both ends lit up the puddles from the constant seeping water above. As regards the canal tunnel we had to settle with peering through the hole and be in awe of the length of the tunnel – even for us kids, it was far too dangerous a place.

    I have said Cinder Lane because it was [still is?] the way up to the farm and the fields beyond. Here I remember we camped at the side of a stream – it is a place I would like to return to, but I am not sure I would find it. We used to keep rabbits so we would ask the farmer for some straw – needless to say, because we were kids, he gave us bails of straw that contained chicken poo!; that is, useless for the rabbits!

    As a child I remember walking up with our mum and having an ice cream from the old house near to the pond – and sheltering from the rain under the arched corrugated iron shelter. Then going off and playing in the woods and the long fern. As far as fishing went – it was not my cup of tea. I can see the pleasure and excitement of sea fishing, or the sort that Jeremy Wade does on River Monsters – but pond and canal fishing – yawn!! However, I was reminded recently that I did once catch a fish there, which I struggled to get it off the hook. I recalled this as I did this again for the second time in my life when my son caught a fish at a local pond. It was yucky first time – equally yucky second time, some sixty years later!

    My favourite place at the ponds was to be found as you entered down the footpath where the old house was – there was the actual dam [I think] – at the other end was a deep gulley with high steep walls, particularly on the right hand side. Here we tied ropes to the exposed tree roots, and swung round from one root to another – perhaps 10-15-20 feet – it seemed a long way – and was great fun. We had taken the idea from a film called ‘Third Man on the Mountain’ [1959] where the climber traversed the mountain [I think it was the Matterhorn] in the same way. On reflection, it would have been a disaster if one of us had fallen, but kids don’t worry about such things!

    To be honest, I can’t really remember much about this apart from it was very picturesque and watching the steam trains ‘of interest’ go through belching smoke in our faces as we stood on the bridge. [I yearn for many things of days gone by – but not dirty steam trains]. You trainspotters will, I hope, correct me; I think the trains ‘of interest’ were The Flying Scotsman/Mallard/Sir Nigel Gresley – perhaps others. This reminds me that as a kid I went with others from the church choir as far afield as York/Grantham/Derby/Doncaster – in search of ‘rare’ trains – we could ‘cop’ [?]. The thoughts of my children going that distance on their own fills me with dread! By the way I always thought what a strange word ‘cop’ was in that context – apparently it is an old English word meaning to ‘catch’ or claim – things you learn on Countdown!!

    My other memory of the Cat Gallows is down Boiley Lane where, as a young teenager, my first love lived at Boiley Farm, so I went down there – ‘courting’. Needless to say it didn’t last!

    I well remember the cinema on Saturday mornings with Flash Gordon, Dale Ardor and Ming the Merciless [boo!] – excited, but only later realising how naff it was! The real pleasure came later as young teenagers, meeting the opposite sex and throwing aniseed balls at the rows in front. When we went in we bought our box of aniseed balls and rushed in to get the seats nearer the back – and if we failed, we kept our heads down. Often the usher’s torchlight was suddenly in your face – for talking or moving; that is, for generally making a disturbance. One time I had ‘scored’ with a girl from Eckington – a rare success! But this was rudely interrupted when I was told to leave the cinema! Little did the ushers know but that could have been the start of something instantly forgettable! Ann Dunbar where are you now??? I do remember going to see Cliff Richard’s ‘Summer Holiday’, as a mature 16 year old, with my first serious girlfriend.

    Football has always been an abiding love, playing in all weathers, and all surfaces. When I was about eleven I got a football for Christmas, and although it was Christmas Day and the ground was rock hard, we had a kick about on the rec at Norwood. Not ideal, but football is football! On South Crescent, we played football usually on the ‘green’, but more often than not we played in the junction between South Crescent and Rotherwood Road – using the road signs as goals. We played there endlessly, but we had to stop every couple of hours for a car to go past – such inconvenience! Now that junction is a wall-to-wall car park – how times change.

    The places where we could have a game – were Walkers Field and Ropers Field – and the much bigger ‘green’ on the ‘old’ estate at Norwood. This was one of my favourite venues because we would often have semi-organised twenty-aside mayhem – but great fun!

    These have always been forbidden places, but the steam trains in those days were much noisier, slower and less frequent, so the lines were less dangerous; therefore, they were great places to ‘play’. To be honest, I can’t remember that much apart from walking the lines, and putting pennies on the line above Glover’s Mill – or hiding in the metal structures of the bridges – above the road! We didn’t graffiti anything because it was the days before spray cans – carrying tins of paint around would have been rather obvious!

    We did not perceive this as stealing because we were merely sharing in ‘God’s Bounty’! This was an ‘us versus them’ – those who had apples or pears, and those of us who wanted them. Any orchard was fair game so ethics had no part to play in this exercise! A favourite target was a house down from Jubilee Crescent where the garden backed on to the rec where the swings and slides were – where the leisure centre is now. I remember my brother was leading the raiding party – he went up the tree to a) to drop down fresh apples b) to be the ‘look out’. However, we were caught by surprise as this angry old lady came out of the house brandishing a stick to chase us off. My brother was in a predicament because he was still up the tree! The old lady didn’t realise it, so my brother had to wait for her to return indoors to make good his escape. As I have become older I can now empathise more with old lady; it must have been terrifying seeing all these young kids – perhaps a dozen – in her garden, stealing her apples – windfalls or not!

    As the summers seemed warmer in the 1950s – the winters seemed colder, so snow was a usual event; not that rare thing of today. Each winter we would sledge down the hill on Sherwood Road [just down from the roundabout on Rotherham Road] – cars were few in those days so it was a good ‘nursery’ slope for the young or faint hearted. The other sledging slope was the black path and the rec at Norwood, but I remember it has being pretty rubbish because the black path was so called due to it being made from coke and ash, so the snow didn’t cover it so well – and the grass on the rec was far too long. However, the real test was the red brick path that went from Norwood down to Church Town – here we could get up to breakneck speeds, so it was only for the brave or the foolish.

    At the side of the sledge run on Rotherwood Road we would often include a slide, which was a long patch of ice – the longer the better for sliding down. Doing the ‘little man’, which meant starting by standing up – then crouching to go faster and further. This was great until we came back to find the slide covered in coal ash from the fire! All because some winey old lady or man was scared of falling and hurting themselves by breaking their hip or pelvis! No consideration for the needs of the young for play and fun. Having said that, the elderly must have felt under siege because anywhere there was a bit of a slope, there was an ice slide. However, wisdom comes with age [hopefully] so they were quite wise to take this precaution – but it was a pain at the time for us, not them!

    I don’t think Killamarsh was on the cutting edge of the ‘60s revolution, but it did have its coffee bar on Kirkcroft Lane; the sadness for me was that I was slightly too young to be made welcome!! It did seem such a ‘cool’ place with the older teenagers and their DA haircuts [cut by Mr Youle], drainpipe jeans – winkle picker shoes – and the girls in their pencil and/or mini-skirts! [I think I am mixing eras, but as I said Killamarsh was not on the sharp end of fashion!]

    To emphasise the point – the more mature and daring teenagers [usually girls] went off in to Sheffield to the Mojo nightclub or the ‘Mucky Duck’ to see a very early Joe Cocker. Some, such as Jim Batterham, David Brookfield and Mick Hazard – and girls too numerous to mention [including my sister, and her numerous pictures of the Small Faces] tried to bring the ‘60s to Killamarsh with their mod clothing and scooters. The rest of us ‘squares’ went to the new Killamarsh Parish Hall, where music was provided by the Savana or Silver Prize band. This is not to mock them – but the Glenn Miller Sound was hardly the Rolling Stones. Nevertheless it was a place to meet others – have a barn dance – or failing that – a Saint Bernard’s waltz!

    Having said that, I vaguely remember the Foottappers with Roger Rutland, Evan Davis, and I think Mick Batty – but I am not sure anymore! All I remember is that they were very good. My contribution to ‘60s fashion was a pair of hipster trousers that were made of wool – so they itched like crazy – they were checked – and showed half my underpants off to the world! All because I thought I looked ‘cool’. To think I mock that awful present day fashion of male teenagers who wear jeans that are slipped down to their hips – and show their backside to the world. Oh what a hypocrite I am!!

    I think we used to have a church youth club but I cannot remember much about it. The youth club I remember was at the school in Mr Thornton’s classroom. After school the desks and chairs were moved to one side and replaced with table tennis tables, which most kids played – some of us played football in the ‘Pen’ or on the football field. Then again, some chatted up the opposite sex by the air raid shelters, or had a quick fag behind the back of the building. The only thing I really remember was a weekend trip that was organised to go to Lea Green near Matlock where we ‘had a go’ at several sports; for example, I had a go at judo, learning terms like – O-soto-gari, Chun-gari roll – Tio toshi … terms I learnt, never to use again. Others did archery or table tennis – others played football … and so on. The place was a revelation; staying in a lovely old house, with loads of rooms and long corridors – oak and mahogany furnishing – sharing meals where the 1966 World Cup winning team stayed and trained. I always wanted to go back, so in 1982 I arranged my own visit for students from Richmond College who were also very impressed with the place.

    • Hello Eric I remember you well and your brother. You mentioned my grandmother Dorothy Collins from “Jesmond” next to Cordys and the cubs with Marion Green and Margaret Oxley (nee Taylor) and bob-a-job when me and Tony Milner used to try and get the most! Happy days. Very fond memories and can relate to all your memories. Take care.
      Tony Collins

    • Eric, you should write a book. Once again you had me in tears. You brought back so many happy memories of friends and places.

  12. Hi, I am a Marshall descended from other Marshalls (of course!) from Killamarsh. I have come across some old photos and would also love to trace my family history back. Is this forum still “alive”?

      • Hi I was wondering if anyone has any photos of the inside of the old bungalows . My grandma and grandad burdett used to live in one . I think it was no 37 . I’ve been trying to find any photos to show my children many thanks. April burdett x

  13. Freda Shimwell d.o.b. 26 August 1927
    Freda, my Godmother, was born in Killamarsh not far from Mortons (and later Mr Metcalfe’s) shop on Westthorpe Road. She later moved to Westville just round the corner with her family and two brothers Rodney and Alan. Westville stills exists to this day. She had relations up at Norwood who lived next to the then Coop where (later on) Mr Cawkwell spent many years as Manager. Her relatives including Ellis Shimwell were very musical and one of them taught Freda to play the violin. I also believe that this branch of the Shimwells were connected to the Savannah Band. Freda also had an aunt and uncle and cousins (Gladys (I believe) & Chris Lowe – for many years Deputy Head at Killamarsh Junior School – and Robin and Brian.
    For 50+ years Freda has sent me a birthday card and Christmas card without fail.
    She moved to Stoke-on-Trent with her husband, Reg Allman, who passed away in 1995 and she remains in her bungalow in Werrington, Stoke-on- Trent up to this day.
    On August 26 I am taking her out with a couple of friends for lunch.
    If anyone has any memories of Freda please let me know.
    Have very fond memories of Killamarsh – a place that will always be very dear to my heart.
    Was born in a feather bed in Norwood Place at my Grandma & Grandad Wheelhouse’s home on 14 June 1949. Best bed I have ever slept in (eat your heart out Premier Inn – but yours is second best!). Grandma & Grandad Collins – Dorothy & Arthur (Chum!) lived at Jesmond -still exists to this day- on Mansfield Road next to Cordy’s. My mum and dad – Neil and Margaret Collins – moved to 17 Upperthorpe Road – the “top end” and they remained there until October 2013 and October 2015 respectively until their departures from this world having spent 60+ years there.
    Fond memories from those times living next to Clarice & Frank and Shirley and Alec Moore (who died so young after a tragic accident at Westthorpe pit) with mum and dad and Jean, Michael, Nigel and Kelvin. Remember fondly the Steven’s family- Margaret and Norman and Joanne, Darren and their other lad whose name I cannot remember… and the Tatlows – Christopher and Julian…and the Shirtcliffes : Christine, Enid and the two other children
    Killamarsh Endowed – yes Mr Harston (from Clowne), Mrs Swift (Killamarsh- lived opposite my lovely Aunt Gladys and Uncle Tom Marsh down Norwood),
    Miss Tompkins (Beighton), Miss Shimwell (Killamarsh- Freda’s relative), Mr Thorpe and Eva Shirtcliffe (Secretary) who also played the organ at St Giles Church and Miss Helliwell from Eckington.
    Happy days. Can even remember Mrs Sewell organising us for lunch !
    Other folk who spring to mind include colleagues from my trainspotting days down on our bikes backing and forth from the LMS/L&ECR lines -Peter Darker from Station Road -sadly killed – mistakenly- in the Persian Gulf, Chris Tatlow (D7523 at Derby-remember Chris?) Tony Hodkin, Jimmy Batterham (many a day out spent with this great lad- do you remember Carlisle & Glasgow Jimmy and the time we came back from Sheffield on your scooter and got stopped by the police when you were still a learner?)
    Also remember Joyce and Malcolm from up on the Manor..the matinees on a Saturday at the cinema with the “Three Stooges” and the iced Jubblies and 2oz of cherry lips or floral gums from Mrs Hall’s and the fish and chips from that wonderful chip shop at Crofts…and Mrs Clayton at the Nag’s Head – what a formidable lady!.. and pinching beer mats from the Blacksmith Arms with Keith Hilton and swapping them – still have ’em in my loft- always have been a hoarder!
    Could write a book …will stop there. Thanks for the memories of our lovely village.
    Take care all.
    Tony Collins

      • Harriet (nee Taylor) and George William Wheelhouse -lived on the Norwood estate for most of their lives and had their only special seats at the Nethergreen Club which they visited evert Friday and Saturday for 50+ years

    • Hi Tony can you remember the Cullabines that lived next door to Tatlows ? .. last time I saw you it was in class at the endowed school .. you were teaching then .. it was just before leaving to go to Westfield .. regards Sharon

      • I can remember the Cullabines. Sandra, Sharon and Peter. All lived next door to Julian Tatlow. Mr Tatlow worked for the Prudential and collected insurance payments. I used to play with Sandra and Sharon

  14. Somewone wrote:
    In 1981, the first stage of a new church school was built in Sheepcote Road and the second stage was built in 1983. Together with the Endowed School, this became St Giles Church School, whose headmaster was Mr Richard Dumville.

    from the 6th form at Woodhouse Grammer School to second year univversity I was Richard’s girlfriend. More by accident than design we parted, although we did see one another occasionally later. Sadly he died years ago. Would love to read anyone’s recollections of him as a headmaster.

  15. can anyone help? I have never known either of my Grandfathers and feel as though I have been cheated for the past 68 years. I have found, thanks to my maternal cousins and dec. aunts and uncles, my maternal Grandfather but the following is all I know about my paternal Grandfather. He was born either Henry George Ward or George Henry Ward in 1882 and lived on Station Road with his brothers and sisters until he married my Grandmother, Clara Annie Bagnall at Killamarsh Parish Church on Christmas Day 1909.They went on to have 3 children, 2 boys and a girl. He died sometime in the early 1920,I think and that is all I can find out about hm, not a photo or anything. Can anyone help me?

    • Born George Henry Ward at Killamarsh in 1882, Baptism 3rd October 1882 at St Giles Church, Killamarsh under the name George Henry Ward. 1911 census, 14 Brown Lane Sheffield, on the census as George and Annie, with her father and her brother.

  16. Does anyone know or remember chemical bungalow owned by my great grandfather William Warrener married to Alice Warrener nee Garner the road into the chemical works split in two one to the bungalow and other to the chemical works it’s self .
    My grandma Elizabeth Warrener married John Miles Fell and they lived in chemical cottages ,my father John William Andrew Fell I believe worked their also and granny Graner lived there .I have a few photo’s but sketchy history of them.
    My father married Sabina Jenkins and came to live at kiveton park.
    My grandma Jenkins had family in killamarsh ,I remember going to Serbia villas across from the school in killamarsh and seeing Anne and I think Barbara .Anne perhaps more my age ,I am 67 time flies ,
    Can anyone perhaps shed any light on my family.
    Linda Marples nee Fell

    • My mother was Eva Jenkins and I have a long list of family members from Killamarsh but I am tring to build up family trees of the Family. Any family details would be great.

      contact me at

      Dave Hall

    • Following on from my previous reply.

      You are my 2nd Cousin 1xremoved. We are related through Robert Jenkins(on) 1847-1922 and Mary Hewitt 1850-1922.

      Dave Hall

      • Hi David Hall,
        What more can you tell me about the Jenkins family.I know both my parents family came from killamarsh .
        I have my mothers birth certificate somewhere with the address she was born at at killamarsh but I just cannt find it at present .
        My children have not been interested in doing the family tree .my cousin has he family bible but I haven’t seen him for years.
        Linda marples

      • Hi Dave,
        In view of your comments, we are probably related, as there is a Mary Hewitt in my family tree, dating back to the 1800s, but I’m not sure where.

  17. Please does anyone have any memories or information on the Warrener family .my great grandfather was William Warrener and Greatmother Alice lived at chemical bungalow and the chemical works were on the right ,my grandfather John miles Fell married their daughter Elizabeth Warrener and lived in the chemical cottages and also my father John William Andrew Fell (he was an electrical engineer he married my mother Sabina Jenkins,they lived in kiveton park.
    My mother had family in killamarsh ,at /Serbia bills across from the school I remember an aunt Rosie an uncle Frank there were two houses and daughters Anne and I think Babara. Memory not too good getting old now .anyone shed any light on my family please !
    Linda Marples nee Fell

  18. On the 04/06/16 I went too see the Fliyingscoctsman come through Killamarsh on it’s way too York it was wall worth the Wait

  19. I AM FROM ECKINGTON and a gang of us used to sit on the wooden fence opposite glovers mill under the high bridge waiting for the girls to come out from work ;; there were many marriages between killamarsh and eckington youths and lasses at that time. THE GOLDEN DAYS

  20. Does any one remember going on the Noahs-Ark (Speed Way) Ride and the Dodgems they used too with the Fun Fair when we used too have the Fun Fair @ Killamarsh beside the Waltzer. Me David and my sister Christinealways went on the Speed-Way Ride. I remember when Daddy was on duty in the Signal Box and seeing the Fair Lorries going over the Railway bridge that crosses the Middle land Maine Line and as I looked out of the Box I saw it said Tuckers Fun Fair on the side of the door. I remember Mum saying that was the cleanest Fair that she had ever been to. I remember the Fair after Killamarsh it went too Kivston then on to Eckington and every time we went to the Fair we always ended in the Fish and Chip Shop and there was always a queue.

  21. Can anyone give me information about my grandmother and granfather there names were emily and thomas william smith they had 6 children arthur lily bessie alice mabel and my mum margaret they lived on a minors cottage there were 3 in a row opposite the mines not sure when grandad died but granma died in 1926, we are trying to do a family tree the address i cant read thats on her death certicate looks like 9 perley lane but cant find any such address. Can anyone help me pkease thomas worked on the mines

    • Hi Pauline, I’ve had a quick look at 1911 census your grandparents were living at 9 Boiley Lane. The census gives your grandfathers job as coal miner hewer, his birth place as Stourton Nottinghamshire and his year of birth as 1875. Emily’s date of birth 1871 and place of birth as Wombwell Yorkshire hope this helps you regards John

    • Hi pauline, On another document the place of your grandfathers birth is given as Sturton le Steeple and this may be the right place as his birth was registered in East Retford and not Newark where Stourton is near. regards john

      • Thanks john really appreciate your help,we are trying to do the family tree its hard as most of the information died with my mum. Thank you very much

  22. Back in 1973 I stupidly and regretfully lost contact with a Killamarsh girl. Through this medium I’d like to find what became of her since then. Can anyone help me here?
    Her maiden name is Kathleen Green. We were at Killamarsh Infant and Junior Schools together from 1956 to 1962. Thereafter, Kathleen went to the Secondary Modern and myself to Westfield. We met again by chance in 1972 and became good friends for a short period.
    I’d be grateful if anyone has information on Kathleen.

  23. I lived at No 5 Boiley Lane throughout my teenage years with my parents, Leslie and Dorothy Stevens and my elder sister, Lesley and younger brother Timothy. We all went to Westfield School. My dad, a teacher, was brought up in Soft Water Square, Killamarsh and is related through marriage to the Bartholomews of Rose Cottage, where cousin Christine still lives.

    It was my dad who managed to get the houses connected with electricity. The five houses had to spend something like £40 a quarter each on electricity; what sounds like peanuts now was a cause of great debate with the neighbours.

    I think it must have been about 1964 when our houses had their roofs blown off when someone tried to break into the powder magazine for the Westthorpe Pit and blew himself up. It was Easter time but it was snowing hard. In the middle of the night my brother found himself out of bed and standing on glass. At first my dad told him off for being out of bed until he discovered that we had no electricity and no windows! I remember newspaper reporters coming for interviews and a photo of my mother was in the paper – News of the World I think. We cooked on the coal fire and relied on Tilly lamps for light.

    I think I was due to go on a school hiking trip but for the life of me I I can’t remember if I went but I don’t think I did. I was greatly relieved that the tree that grew next to the magazine was still standing as I used to climb it and do my revision there!

    I read somewhere on the memory bank an article by a man writing about playing down Boiley Lane but can’t find the article again. He mentions the ponds and the slag heaps. I remember seeing a group of lads skinny dipping in one – perhaps it was him!

    I also remember walking across the golf course from Eckington late at night having missed the last bus home from Sheffield to Killamarsh. I think my greatest fear was missing the bridge and falling in the River Rother rather than the fear of being attacked.

    I was a teacher in education all my working life, mainly in London and I now live in Cumbria.

    • I know Christine Bartholomew she was in our class at Endowed School Killamarsh, I had just moved from Sheffield to Killamarsh and started at Endowed school for about 6 months I always thought what a lovely face she had and lovely hair tied back in a pony tail, she was really nice. I Organised a reunion quite a few years ago in the Crown at Killamarsh and she came, it was good to see her, we had another reunion at the Crown the other week and I was told she still lives at Rose Cottage but she hasn’t been to another reunion.

    • I too remember the explosion of the pit powder magazine and for a long time afterwards walking through the nearby fields which were littered with bits of brick and concrete. I seem to remember that one of the houses had a lump of brick or concrete go straight through the front door and embed itself in the sideboard. I also remember a Lesley from those houses, who was a friend of Jenny Pogmore, would that be Lesley Stevens?

      • Hi John, cousin Christine (nee Bartholomew) told me that you had rememberd me – thanks for that – am I right in thinking you used to run a shop at the bottom of Bridge Street – (off licence)from memory and we often used to hang about together with Geoff and Arthur who lived on the White City – hope life has been good to you – remember me to Geoff and Arthur – oh what a long time ago that seems – hope you are well – fond memories – Lesley x

        • Hi Lesley, I was in the same class as Christine Bartholomew at Endowed School, she was always nice. I organised a reunion at the Crown years ago and she came to it we enjoyed having a good talk about the past. I still organise the reunions at the Crown to this day and we always have them on the first Friday in December, if you can tell her Hilda and Colin Hancock come to them and quite a few from Killamarsh.

        • Hi Lesley
          How good to hear from you, and I hope you’re well. Yes it was me who ran the Coop Beer-off at the bottom of Bridge street, until 1967 when I left Killamarsh to work as a civilian on Royal Navy warships in Plymouth and Portsmouth. I met my wife, Linda, in Portsmouth and got married in 1968, went on a 9 month world tour on HMS Hermes and we emigrated to Perth, Australia in 1969.
          We then went to Papua New Guinea where I had a job in a copper mine, in 1972, with 2 girls aged 2 and 1, and came back to England in 1974. Didn’t settle so we went back to Perth in 1976, but circumstances brought us back to UK in 1979.
          We lived in Harthill for over 25 years, then moved to a bungalow in Todwick 12 years ago. Jackie, our eldest daughter lives just around the corner with husband Ian, and our Grandson Josh and Nikki lives near Lichfield with her husband Phil, and our Grandaughter Katie.
          I occasionally see Arthur, and have seen Geoff, but not for a few years now.
          I too have fond memories of the 1960’s in Killamarsh, and as you say, it’s so long ago and so much has changed.
          Where are you these days?

        • Hi Lesley
          Yes you’re correct, I did manage the Co- op off licence at the bottom of Bridge Street, from about 1964 until 1967, when I left Killamarsh to join NAAFI, attached to HM Ships. Based in Plymouth initially then transferred to Portsmouth where I met and married my wife, Linda. We now live in Todwick.
          I remember the good times we had, with Geoff and Arthur, (both still live in Killamarsh), Linda Fells, Margaret Childs, Pauline Gillatt.
          Where are you these days.. Are you planning to attend the reunion at The Crown, opposite the Church, 1st Friday evening in December? Would be great to see you again.
          Kind regards

    • Hello, my mom has just sent me the link to this site as I wasn’t aware it existed and just wanted to say I moved into 5 boiley lane on Monday so hearing your story about it was very interesting 😀

    • I used to live in killamarsh on station road. Worked at highmoor colliery from leaving school in 1979.Sadly the pit is long gone 24 years ago. Has Anyone got information about a memorial for highmoor and the miners who Worked there

  24. My first visit to Killamarsh Heritage Society Web site and looking through the names of some of the people who have made comments brought back loads of memories of my younger days as I know most of you. Being born and bred in Killamarsh at my Grandad & Grandma’s house on Fanny Avenue on the Manor Estate 67 years ago I remember Killamarsh when it was just a little mining village even before the White City was built. I must sit down and put pen to paper to recall some of those happy days to share with you all, quite a few of you are part of those days

    • Hello Brian,I too remember Killamarsh as just a little mining village,but not before the “White City” was built.We moved from Sheffield city centre to live on there around 1954-55 when it was still brand new and the fields stretched from Delves road right over to “Pipworth Lane”, Eckington, with no houses in between.I started work in 1964 at Murphy Brothers (Spinkhill) alongside you and David Baumforth.Remember the old motorbike you bought for a coupla quid to go up the field and fetch the tea on till Ned stopped it,bet you wish you still had it now…and what about the Hillman Minx.. your first car.. going up the steep hill in Sheffield onto Glossop Road…oops…but thats another story.David now lives in Worksop, last saw him a year or so ago he’s fine.Nice to hear from you after all these years..take care..Paul.R.

      • We moved from Granville Lane in Sheffield behind Midland Station to Killamarsh in January 1958, and lived at No 6 Nether Avenue next door to Jennifer Pogmore. Eventually they built houses across the road from us and Alan Burdett Barbara Woolley lived there.. My dad worked at Bramah’s at the time and it was a Bramah’s house that we moved into. We moved in January and it started snowing and it finished up coming halfway up the kitchen door, I loved it, I went to Endowed school and finished up sitting next to Hilda Hancock and we are still friends to this day. I loved Killamarsh being able to walk on the canal and we went on the wreck and to the pingle. I had many happy memories and also of Killamarsh Secondary Modern, we are still having reunions to this day.

  25. We had a great night on Friday 4th December 2015 at the Crown Pub in Killamarsh it was our reunion once again, My name is Janet Morgan (nee Higginbottom) and have been organising these reunions since 1994 and we are still going strong, we get together on the first Friday in December at the Crown Pub, so if anyone is interested and wants to come next year just turn up. We are all from Killamarsh Secondary 68-70 years of age, Terry Ellin the PE teacher arrived, altogether there was 22 turned up and we had a good laugh, even Frank Shaw came from America to join us.
    Hilda and Colin Hancock, Sandra Garfitt, Ann Louder, David Revitt, Phillip Burgess, Barry Morris, Rodney Childs, Terry Beach, Les Laycock, Alan Goddard, Russell Barber, Alan Armstrong, Sandra Richmond, Margaret Bingham so come along it will be good to see you…

  26. As a child I lived on High Street, in the 50s and 60s we used to roam all over the place, people knew us and we knew them, I used to walk down Mallenders field onto Kirkcroft Lane, John Roddy was about my age, I think he lived with his grandparents at the sweet shop. Then you could go down Cats Arch, or get on the canal path. I went to the Endowed School from 1955-1962, the teachers I remember, Mrs Swift, Miss Tompkins, Miss Bell, Mr Beckett and Mr Harston the head, my school friends were Elaine Boulton, Ann Bailey, Angela Hodkin, Glenys Smallshaw, David Lilley, Phillip Whitehead, Peter Collis. I then went to the Secondary Modern at the top of Lock Hill, friends there were Linda Wombell, Valerie Gibbons, Janet Wells, Allan (Ben) Dopson, Anthony Shaw. The kids from around where I lived all walked to school, along Ashley Lane, Church Lane, then up the black path, or up the brick path that came out just below Cordies Post Office, no school buses then. Great web site, thanks

    • I lived in Killamarsh from 1957 and went to Endowed School, I sat next to Hilda Hancock she had a twin called Colin they lived in Bridge Street, but there was Katy Jones, and Jeffrey Webster who lived in High Street you might know them. Can you remember a Raymond Harper, and Alan Burdett he was a good runner when I first started there I had to race him and I just won him by a head, he wasn’t happy. I was in the same class Christine Bartholomew, maybe we are a bit older than you. I finished up going to Killamarsh Secondary Modern and left in 1962 to start work at Bramahs at Halfway, but in 1963 we emigrated to Aussie with my sister Lorraine Higginbottom, you might know her better and the two sister Linda Thompson and I have forgot the other name. I loved living in Killamarsh we had so many happy memories, I am still friends with Hilda Hancock and Colin and see them quite regularly. I remember we used to go to the walk over Cats Arch and go to Pingle, I lived on White City Nether Avenue. I used to walk up Black Path everyday to school but it’s a lot different now. Which school did you go to after Endowed. Been good talking to you..

    • Hi I am Lucy Newton’s granddaughter. I know she lived on Kirkcroft Lane. I believe John Roddy married one of her sisters. I am currently tracing my family tree and any information would be appreciated. Beverley Howson.

      • Hi, I am the granddaughter of George Edward Newton and Florence Smith. My father is Eric Newton. My cousin Valerie lives on Kirkcroft lLane. My family and I live in Ontario, Canada. Would love to hear from anyone who knew my family.

    • Hello, do you recall the names of John Roddy’s grandparents? I’m related to a John and Elizabeth Roddy who lived in Eckington in 1911, I’m wondering if they moved to Killamarsh.

  27. Does anyone remember the blitz of Sheffield in 1940. I lived in the row of
    houses opposite the Midland Hotel where a number of my relatives lived.
    Mr Kay was the landlord of the Pub and I recall spending the Thursday
    night of the blitz in blitz cellar. I was only 14 and I think we were given
    drinks. Also one of your subscribers referred to a Wilf Whitfield;
    I am sure I played cricket with Wilf in 1946 and he had the nickname of
    Baggy. He was a brilliant wicketkeeper.

    • My late father, Tom Bartholomew, was working in Sheffield at that time and an incendiary bomb fell on their factory, the Twist Drill. He rode a motorbike and set about trying to find a way out of the city. Every road he took was on fire. Eventually he did manage to find his way and arrived home where he was living with his parents on Upperthorpe Road. My grandma had stayed up all night waiting and worrying and had knitted a pair of socks!

  28. Ladies Bridge Sheffield is where we used to catch Hoggs buses to Killamarsh and Westthorpe. Sometimes to to the amount of passengers you had to get off half way up Bridge Street and walk to the top of the hill ie near the Endowed School, where I went for a while.

  29. In response to Margaret Woods’, (nee Plant) request about the chip shop at the top of High Street, my late brother Dennis worked for Keith and Margaret at the fish and chip shop. Margaret and Dennis’s wife Greta worked together at the GPO In Sheffield and remained friends after they were married.
    I never got my chips from there, as I lived just along the road from Ted Crofts.
    and it was a long walk up High Street to Plants.

    Ted’s shop was known as “Crofty’s” or “10 a penny Ted’s”. Rumour had it that’s what you got when you had a bag of chips! As I remember “1 of each” I.e. Fish and chips were about 1 shilling or 1shilling and 3d (pennies) in old money, about 7 & 1/2 or 8p. Chips were 3d or 6d and fish was 9d or 1s and they were lovely.

    • Hi John. Nice to read your memories of Crofty’s fish and chip shop. I remember it very well, as Ted was my dad. Don’t ever remember it referred to as 10 a penny Ted’s though, but I can remember getting a ribbing when going to the Empire picture house and an advert for the shop was shown!
      I lived behind and above the shop from 1956 when aged four to age twenty one. Think I was the envy of some of the kids, but strange thing then, I never liked fish! What did I miss out on??
      My bedroom was at the front left, over the gennel. No early nights with the continuous racket from the street, bus stop and shop below, especially after pubs turning out.
      I’ve lived in South Africa for the past 35 years. Don’t get to Killamarsh very often, but was there this summer to visit mum and dad’s grave at St Giles.

      • Browsing thro the Killamarsh web site ..came across a name from the past…your sister Edwina used to dance with my brother Ian. We’re both now in the south of England and don’t get back to Killamarsh. Fish and chips… 6d of scraps and chips eaten as we walked home up Bridge Street after Drapers practice on a Wednesday night…..

        • Hi Anne. I remember you and Ian well. I also have fond memories of your mum; one in particular that I’ll never forget… It was 1966 and I was 14. We junior dancers were travelling on a coach through Germany to compete in Berlin. Your mum was one of few adults looking after us. We were travelling through the Black Forest area, through the various military check points of that era. I was bursting for a wee when we arrived at the Russian checkpoint and we were all herded off the coach while it was searched. I took the opportunity to run off towards buildings that would surely have a toilet, only to be sent back at gun point to join the rest.
          When we got going again your mum took charge. Finding a bottle from somewhere, she had me at the back of the coach relieving myself before I passed out from the pain, but having ordered everyone else to sing thus covering the noise of my embarrassment. A good memory now!!
          Living and growing old now in Durban, South Africa with my wife of 40 years. Have two sons, one married with 2 kiddies living in Sydney, Australia; the other, still single and living in Kentish Town, London.
          Great to see your message Anne. Warmest regards

  30. Hello all, I come from Killamarsh (Ashley Lane to be precise, a long time ago), I noticed my family name being mentioned (Tesh), I am looking for history on my grandparents, they used to have a band called the “Metro’s” from what I was told, Roy Tesh (My grandfather) was in the band. I would really appreciate any historical information also, how many members of the Tesh family lived in Killamarsh back in the day? I would love to know the history to my family! Thanks in advance!

    • Hi Michael

      I was born, grew up and lived in the same row of 8 houses as your recent ancestors and there are a number of photos on the photo galleries of your grandfather, Roy Tesh (who I always knew as Derek) and his family.
      Roy was a band member, as was Harry and Aubrey. They ran the Savannah Dance Band, and played regularly at the secondary modern school hall. We could hear them practising in Harry’s house.

      The row of 8 houses are still there across the prefab road from the Doctors Surgery.
      The end one nearest the surgery was No 211 Sheffield Road, which was the Doxeys, Len, Ivy, their daughter Dora and son Terry.
      No 213 was Tesh’s. Harry, his wife ( ? ), their son Aubrey, his wife Muriel, both of whom were window cleaners, and Derek, and David, their 2 boys. Roy was Aubrey’s brother (I think) and he and his family lived at the top of Ashley Lane in some cottages on the right hand side.
      In 215 lived Sid Sharpe, his wife Gladys, her father Tom Milner and Sid’s son Keith.
      Next door at 217 lived Alice Tesh, who I think was Harry’s sister. She was a spinster, who was, I think, a Jehovah’s Witness. We rarely saw her, but legend had it that every room in her house was full of their magazine the Watchtower, which she used sell for miles around.
      Hope this helps
      John Hewitt, (born and grew up in no 223.)

    • Hi Micheal I don’t know much about the Tesh family except the band connection but one member of the family Derek is a visitor to an organ concert I go to regularly. Its THE SOUTH YORKS KEYBOARD SOC at THE RECOURCE CENTRE Dinnington. They hold a concert fortnightly from 7-30 on Tuesday evenings. Details can be found on society web site. I did see Derek there 31st March. Unfortunately I forgot where I had seen your message so couldn’t tell him where to look. I will mention you next time I see him. Hope there is a connection. Janet Jackson

    • Hi Michael, I have fond memories playing out on Ashley lane with you and your sister Marrie, we used to put on shows for the other kids, remember all the Lacey Hattons, Jennifer, Linda, Susie, Pearl and David, they moved to Eckington. In those days there was hardly any traffic, our Mothers let us out to play in the school holidays, we used to go all over, Slack Hill, Long Lane, picking blackberries in the Dale, happy memories.

  31. Hi

    I’m doing some research into my grandfathers Wilf Whitfield’s football career. He grew up in Killamarsh from 1916 and I see on your gallery there are two photographs of him. One is of him outside the Killamarsh Juniors club circu 1928 and another of the Home guard in the early 40’s.

    He went onto play for Worksop Town until joining Bristol Rovers in 1938 and who he remained with until 1947. He was one of only 5 players to play for Rovers before and after the war. He then played for Bangor City in Wales before joining Torquay United in 1949 until 1951. He then moved to Bath City where he finished his playing career before moving to Scotland with his family in the mid 50’s.

    I’m keen to find any photographs of him as part of any school photos including the school football team, if he played for Killamarsh Juniors or anyone else before joining Worksop Town and when he did join them.

    Look forward to hearing from anyone and just also to say your website and collection of photographs/memories is wonderful. A pleasure to read.

    Thanks and appreciate any assistance/info that anyone can provide.


  32. At this time of year (xmas & new year ) I remember being in pubs and people coming in, in home made costumes doing the “TUP”. This always started with the words “HERE IS ME AND OUR OLD LASS SHORT OF MONEY AND SHORT OF BRASS”
    I believe this used to happen around midnight on new years eve. This was about 50 years ago. Strange how some customs die off.

    • I too remember it well and saw it performed many times around christmas time in the Lord Conyers at Kiveton ..(long before it was flattened) and the Dusty Miller at Barlborough a good few years ago ..(when it was still a pub and not an eating venue)…although the tradition may have continued.I still remember being in the Dusty Miller one year with a friend who had moved down from Huddersfield and never heard of it,when the door burst open and the “butcher” ran in covered in “blood”(ketchup?) followed by “our owd lass” and “The Tup” he ran out of the back,it really shook him up.It starts
      Here comes me & our old lass
      Short of money and short of brass
      Pay for a pint and let us sup
      And then we’ll show you our old Tup.

      As we were going to Derby
      Upon a market day
      We had the finest Tup
      That ever fed on hay


      And now the butcher has stuck the Tup
      Who’s in danger of his life
      He’s up to his knees in blood.
      Crying out for a longer life

      • i always did do the derbyshire tup in barrow hill in the 50’s and it has died out what a shame, my front door knocker i have in killamarsh is the derbyshire tup.

        • It’s not totally died out Sylvia, please see my post from Jan 25th below.As far as I know Harthill Morris Men still do a few performances each year. At Christmas time and if you wanted to see it again if you reply to this I can find out if they are doing it again this year.

    • This used to be a tradition in North East Derbyshire and South Yorkshire from at least the early part of the 20th century and probably from long before then. My Mother, born 1907 in Killamarsh, told me that when she was a child, teams used to go around from door to door at Christmas time, with a swede or turnip stuck on a broom handle for the tup and would act it out in the houses, for a few coppers.

      I first came across it through the Harthill Carnival Society, and joined their Tup team from the mid 1980’s through to 2000. There were usually 6 men in the team, drawn from a pool of about 20 men, depending on who was available on each night. We started 7/10 days before Christmas, depending on how it fell, and went through until New Years Eve, usually about 11 or 12 nights.

      We visited pubs or eating houses in each area, with the schedule being planned in advance so we only went to most areas and venues once. We usually did at least 1 night in Killamarsh, going to the dances at the Church Hall and the Leisure Centre and some of the pubs.

      Several of our favourite venues, usually big eating houses, e.g. The Sitwell at Renishaw; Mosborough Hall; Aston Hall; The Charnwood and the Brookhouse Inn etc., had a different clientele each night, and would always welcome us several times. We would usually get a very good reception, especially when there were firm’s dinner dances taking place. The Brookhouse in particular used to host the Asda girls’ do, and they were frightening!! We also went there one evening and there was a reunion for a group of elderly ladies who had worked in the steelworks during the war and they were brilliant, joining in with the singing etc.

      Each year we would nominate a selected charity in advance and over the years until 2000, we had collected well over £30,000 for the various charities. It wasn’t unusual to collect over £1000 on New Years Eve alone, from about 5 selected venues.

      The players would gather at one of the team’s houses, to decide who was taking each role, and would get dressed up accordingly. Most of the men preferred a certain role and would only act that one, and I for one would only take the Tup part.
      One or two of the team would be designated drivers and not drink, except on New Years Eve, when 2 or 3 wives would take that role so all the team could have a drink.

      The team comprised;
      The Introducer, dressed in harlequin coat, breeches and a top hat, carrying an old school bell and a large Union Jack flag.
      Farmer, dressed as an 18th century yokel.
      His wife, (the Dame, a man) who was hideous, wearing old women’s clothing, skirt, shawl, mob cap etc., with enormous bosoms, a handbag, and pit boots. “Her” face was whited up, with garish lipstick, rouge, and an awful blonde wig.
      Butcher, complete with huge knife and steel.
      Simple, complete with a child’s potty containing dried prunes dusted in talcum powder.
      Finally, The Tup. In Harthill’s version the tup was an enormous Rams head, mounted on a pole, with a black nylon “skirt” under which was another team member (me, if I was on the team). The tup’s jaw opened and closed, the tongue would move in and out and the eyes would light up, all controlled by strings and switches built into the head.

      The men were all blacked up, effected by rubbing burnt cork onto their faces, except the Dame as described above.

  33. Hi – My name is John Eyre, and I am asking questions about Station Road. I was born in Dunsville Nr Doncaster on 2nd January 1939

    My parents were John (better known as Jack) and Phyllis Eyre, their family homes being in the Scunthorpe area. My father was a Signal and Telegraph Engineer on the then L.N.E.R and shortly after I was born we moved to Station Road, Killamarsh.

    My parents were very friendly with another family in Station Road namely Fred Whitfield and his wife (her name escapes me) and their son John, who is about my age. We hadn’t been in Killamarsh too long before my father took ill and we moved back to mums family home which was in the village of Burringham, near Scunthorpe, Lincolnshire. My father died in 1943, he had cancer and was only 30 when he died, I was 4.

    I keep having memory flashes of some of the then residents of Station Road who my mum and dad were friendly with, at that time, but it is now a long time since I took my mother to see some of them and as my mum died some years ago I wondered if you could either give me some information about Station Road at that time, or probably put me in touch with someone who can.

    I mentioned the Whitfields earlier in my message, my mum and dad were friendly with. Sadly a few years after we moved back to the Scunthorpe area, my mum had news that Mrs Whitfield (I cannot for the life of me remember her Christian name) had taken her own life in the nearby canal.
    I wonder is there any information about Station Road and the residents at the time that you can let me have. Every year I make a resolution to visit Killamarsh, but never seem to get on with it.

  34. In my youth and living in Barlborough, we used to walk through the fields from Barlborough to the Empire Cinema in Killamarsh most weekends. This would be during the war or just afterwards.
    I remember seeing the film ‘The Outlaw’ with Jane Russell. This film was considered quite risque at the time, and was only shown at the Empire Cinema in Killamarsh as it was banned in all other cinemas in the area.

    Howard Jones

  35. In response to your request for views on the comments on the Voice Facebook page regarding the memorial to Westthorpe pit – of course Killamarsh was and always will be a mining village. Miners are the salt of the earth and are what makes Killamarsh the village it is.
    Keep up the good work – it’s about time there was something to mark that the pit was there.
    Thank you for the interesting website.




    • After recently being made aware of comments on the Voice Facebook page that Killamarsh people don’t care about their heritage as a mining village, I personally resent those comments. As a proud miners wife I along with, I am sure, many other’s do not want this fact forgotten hence my involvement in the Westthorpe memorial project. To have to wait 30 years for some recognition that a pit was there is in my opinion very lacking so a small group of us did something about it. Those who choose to make negative comments have in the past had the same opportunity as the present group but did nothing. As to High Moor my husband was a miner there for 37 years so I personally will make sure it is not forgotten. It will be pursued with the same enthusiasm as the Westthorpe memorial. Rest assured High Moor miners will not be forgotten. I do care and am proud of my mining heritage. Its such a pity people whom I thought would have been supportive choose to think so negatively. I wonder if conscience has had a hand in their comments.

      • Being brought up in Killamrsh and therefore part of the mining village I am really pleased to hear that the Heritage Society are trying to put a momunent at Westthorpe Pit – though I could not believe it is 30 years since it closed its doors. I’ve both fond and sad memories of my Dad’s last day at Westthorpe. I was therefore disappointed and angry to read the comments made on the Voice Facebook page about the project. My Grandad, Dad and brothers all worked at the Pit – my Dad 40 years – as did the Dads of many of my friends and my friends from School, so even though yes it is no longer a mining village it was for many a year and a lot of the housing in Killamarsh e.g. the Manor Estate and the White City were all build for the miners and their families. Last September I joined in a fundraising walk ‘Barbara’s Walk’ which took in Westthorpe Hills and around the old Pit land. As was expected the majority of people joining the walk were from Killamarsh but a lot of them did not know there had been a pit there and they were very interested to hear about it. I hope the group is successful with the project on behalf of the miners that worked there, miners that sadly were killed there and all the families that were involved with Westhorpe and look foward to any future projects which bring the residents of Killamarsh together. Keep it up and ignore the criticisms.

        • My Dad also worked at Westthorpe and I am proud to be part of what was once a thriving mining community. Although it is a long time since the closure of the pit I still firmly believe that once a mining commmunity always a mining community choose what a few sceptics in our village seem to think. I am part of the group that have fought long and hard to erect a memorial to the proud hard working miners that risked life and limb to make Killamarsh what it is now. The mines are part of the history and heritage of our village and this needs to be remembered and recorded for future generations to come. We will also be erecting a memorial on the site of Highmoor Colliery before too long, to show that we really do remember.

          • my whole family.worked in mining and i lost family members in the mines.waleswood. norwood.holbrook.westhorpe and highmoor.least the miners deserve is a memorial.asap

            • My dad worked down mines started at age 14 at Holbrook colliery then at waleswood where he fell of the cage that took them down the pit he broke his back and had a steel padded jacket on for a year was told if he ever was going to be ok he would never walk straight up but he did and he walked as straight as anyone he then worked at westhorpe colliery laying roads for the wagons to run with the coal he worked there till ad to finish at 60 through ill health he died age 73 we lived on the manor estate witch was for the miners his name was Leslie Sewell I am proud to be a miners daughter Barbara Glossop ne sewell

              • My father also worked at Holbrook ,then Westhorpe as did his father before him.When we lived in Sheffield he said he often had to walk from there to work calling at Halfway where his parents lived…no regular bus service then…When we moved from Sheffield,and the one up one down home with the outside loo,tin bath,small communal back yard,gas mantles and no grass in sight to live on the “White City” it was like moving to paradise.Hot and cold running water,inside loo,a bath that didn’t need dragging outside to empty,electric lights and an actual garden of your very own.Magic…plus lots of very friendly people and wide open spaces.My father- in -law also worked at Waleswood..then Brookhouse.My wife was born at Waleswood on Pigeon Row near the Pit.

              • Hello Barbara
                Did you ever find out about you grandfather, Josh Jewkes. My Grandfather,John was his brother. He moved from Dudley to live in Mosborough.

              • Hi, Barbara, I remember you as I also lived on the Manor Estate in 2 Manor road, I was Brenda Baldwin then now it is Needham and we live in Qld. Australia now I came out here when I was in my 20’s…. my Dad was a miner at Westhorpe and I am very proud that I am a miners daughter and glad to hear that some people over in the UK still honour the miners…. all the best to all the people I once knew growing up in Killamarsh, take care.

        • when you see the old miners.hardley able to breath my dad and his work mates not many lasted long after retirement.due to terrible conditions.coverd in blue marks on thier skin my dad and mates spent ten days. underground trying to save waleswood pit you then may get some understanding about miners.proper men.

    • I cannot believe that you would have critical and snide comments on Facebook with regards to the Westthorpe Pit memorial. You state that they live in Killamarsh so I can only think that they did not work at the Pit or they would be pleased with the effort that is being made to remember the men and their families connected to Westthorpe. Good luck to the Heritage members involved in this project and hope that you can turn the other cheek and ignore them. EW

    • Definitely a “pit village”.
      My uncle, Herbert Watson, related to me years ago about a house in the Bunkers Hill area of the village where when coal was required for the house fire a door was opened by the fireside which opened into a small coal seam and from which
      bucket was filled.
      My Dad, Ernest Emsen, was involved in the early exploritary days of High Moor and found early tunnels said to be from the monks. He also found a battered bookworm eaten book dated 1812 which appeared to be the answer book for mathematical exercises. I lost track of it when my Mother left 4 Rectory Road to live in bungalow on Chandos Creseant.

  37. Thank you to all of those who are continuing to send photographs to us and for putting your comments on the Memory Bank and Photo Gallery.

    We really enjoy receiving them.

    Please keep them coming.


  38. I have just been looking through your photographs and have managed to add a couple of names. My father’s family lived on Hut Lane, High Moor, many are dead or scattered about but I believe a brother and his family lived in Killamarsh and I wondered if anyone had knowledge of them, his name was Frank Thorpe.

    Regards Patricia Cunningham

    • hi patricia, i do not know where any of your family are now but i did know your dad as i lived at hut lane.your dad worked at osbornes at halfway the same time as my dad, gilbert at hut lane i knew the rest of your family. i am 70 now so i am assuming every body has passed on .i cannot recall you but you might remember my sister kathryn or brothers david and charles.mick weston.

      • Hello Mick, I remember all your family very well. It only seems like yesterday that I used to go in your Dad and Mums shop on Hut Lane. I’m sure you will remember my Dad Charlie Holley. My Parents are both dead now and my Brother Steven. My Sister Linda and Brother Christopher are still here. I used to play in your orchard with Charles. I will be 64 in April, my Sister Linda is the eldest she will be 68 in May….Pat (nee Holley).

        • hi pat,it is a long time since i visited this site. of course i recall your dad,charlie.bit of social news now.kathryns daughter katie now lives in the house that goodlads used to live in. i do not recall any more of your family,but i am now 73. mick.

        • hi Pat… I remember you all well , my mum is Barbara Thorpe and was a good friend of your mum violet, my brother and I are Susan and David Minard. we lived on hut lane just up from the shop. I used to see your dad often driving around killamarsh on his buggy .

    • A couple of more names, Batty and Thorpe who were builders at Killamarsh, Thorpe went to live at Thorpe Savin, he worked as a builder with Drabbles in the 1950’s, born in the 1930’s and went to Killamarsh School

    • Hi … Im afraid frank died about 19 years ago .. Im his step daughter Susan Minard ,as I was then ,we lived at 53 hut lane. he was married to my mum Barbara Thorpe. Frank has a daughter Joanne who now lives on rectory road killamarsh.
      which brother was your father? I can ask my mum for more information for you
      regards Sue x

      • Hello Sue
        Apologies for the late reply but I haven’t visited the site in a long time but really pleased to see your post. My dad was Frank’s brother Derrick. I guess that makes us “cousins”
        It would be lovely to hear from you again. I live in Barlborough so not far away.
        All the best Pat

  39. Hi I am just wondering if you know who used to live on 2 delves road in killamarsh before it’s previous owners now and if there are any deaths listed for the property? I am doing research on the house please can you help.

    • It was Mrs Barnes she lived there for years since about 1955
      I think. Don’t know if anyone else lived there before present owners

    • Hi Laura Mr & Mrs Barnes lived at 2 Delves Road they moved in when the house was built about 1957/58. they had two children Michael & Margaret. Margaret is still living in Killamarsh Hope this helps you regards John

      • hi John
        Mr & Mrs Barnes had 3 children the oldest son is Dennis and the other 2 Margaret and Michael were twins sadly Michael died when he was a young man. Dennis and Margaret still live in Killamarsh

  40. Does anyone have any information about the Puttrell family? My grandmother Kate and her sisters Alice, Minnie,Beatrice and Emily lived in Shepherd Lane.
    Emily married a man called Jude Pressley. I believe my great grandfather ran a decorating and funeral business. circa 1881.

    • My great grandmother was Alice putterell, born 4.9.1875 to Charles and Mary Ann putterell, she had three sister Emily who married the local undertaker called Presley, mini who I think married george marsh she was a music teacher at killamarsh and Kate who married and went to live in shire green, all my mum can remember is she had a daughter and her married name was French, she had two girls and one boy and one of the girls taught music.
      I am trying to find the name of Mary Ann putterell maiden name

  41. I have fond memories of spending day after day on “Boiley lane” next to West end pub…this was before the major transformation that sits there today.
    Myself and some mates used to spend all day down there next to “Jonnys ranch”, where he kept several animals and was an orchard for Silver birch trees!
    We used to build a BMX track through the trees and up onto the the old slack mounds from the pit.
    Brenda Fox? (named by some of the local “pondlife” as the witch) used to live in the row of terraced houses next to the track and she used to keep cats. Think the Windells bought the last of the four on the other end of the row?
    We also used to play next to the old newt pond at the foot of the wimpy estate just off boiley lane.
    Some very very fond memories od my childhood down there…no trouble, no worries and no menace.
    can anyone else remember any of my recollections above? As I have not been down that path since my childhood and always have wondered?

  42. On Photo Gallery 2 we have put a photograph which is a press cutting from April 1971 which reports the retirement of Mr Harston, who was Headmaster of the Endowed School for over 30 years.
    As the photo was taken in 1971, perhaps some of our website followers recognise themselves or someone on the photo.
    Also, as Mr Harston was the Headmaster for 30 years up to 1971 I am sure a lot of people have a lot of memories of him.
    If you can name anyone on the photo put a message on the Photo Gallery, or if you would like to share your memories of your time at the Endowed School when Mr Harston was Headmaster, put a message on the Memory Bank.
    We would love to hear from you.

    • I was at the Endowed School from 62 to 68 so Mr Harston was Headmaster. He took over the 3rd and 4th year Junior classes to teach singing (Miss Shirtcliffe playing piano) and handwriting (stick pens and inkwells!) In my last year I was Dinner Money Monitor so had to collect money and lists from each classroom each day and then stand at Mr Harston’s desk in his office, count the money, make sure it was the right amount for the number of pupils and write it all into a ledger.

      • Hello Jane,
        Mr. Harston was also my headmaster from 1953 to 1959. I loved his singing lessons and still remember many of his songs. Also we had lots of hymn practice because it was a church school. He taught us how to do beautiful cursive writing too.I was also the dinner monitor. The cooks bought me a lovely sewing basket as a present. Their dinners were very good and I particularly remember their coffee sponge and custard. At morning playtime my friend Nancy Gee and I used to make coffee for Mr Harston and all the teachers. Ubelievably we boiled the milk on a gas ring in the cloakroom which was by the sinks but very close to all the coats.No Health and Safety in those days! In the afternoon we washed up all the cups. We had to be extra quick when it was Mrs. Marshall’s sewing lesson or we would be in trouble.However she taught us very well to knit and sew. At the Endowed School we received a good education – but we weren’t allowed to talk! In the last years of the Juniors Miss Hellawell came to teach. She was more lenient though she still taught us extremely well and she was my favourite teacher.

      • My granparents were Jude and Frances Shirtcliffe who had a fish round in Killamarsh and made their deliveries by horse (Bess) and cart. They moved to Worksop where they ran the Queen’s head pub. which is where I was born. My mother, Doris, often spoke of her cousin Eva Shirtcliffe and once took me to see her and her artwork. I think she died not long after our visit, but about 3 or 4 years ago I spotted one of her paintings for sale on ebay and bought it for sentimental reasons.
        It would be really nice to hear from anyone who remembers my family.

  43. My parents both came from Killamarsh, my Dad (Norman Hughes) lived on Barbers Lane and Mum (Betty Burdett) near the Chapel (now the car park for Aldi). Both families moved into the council houses at Norwood and that’s where I remember visiting my Grandma & Grandad Burdett. On Saturdays we used to go to the movie matinee at the cinema, Grandad used to be sat on the bench at the corner of Sheffield Road and Rotherham Road and gave us threepence without Grandma knowing! I remember Mum took us to see Born Free and I think that was the last time I was there.

    I can’t find anything on the site about the Juniors Club, I know my Grandad was a supporter and wondered if anyone knew when it was built? According to what I’ve gleaned, Glovers also had a cricket team, their field being where Ross & Catheralls is?

    • Hi Glenda you asked if there was anything on the website about the Juniors club although none as it is now a red brick building ,there are photos almost at the end of the first picture page.A couple show it in 1995 and one when it was demolished in 2001 before it was rebuilt.There is also one taken in 1928 shortly after the origional was built I think.The names of the group of men on this are listed beneath it.May be someone you know.Janet

    • HI Glenda, my Great grandma and granddad lived in the same row of houses where aldi car park now is. My dad tom Burdett was born at 151 Sheffield rd which went on to be my dads aunty emma great granddad was William Burdett and great grandma was mary ann. its a small world.

    • Hi, Glenda, I was wondering if Betty was the same Betty Burdett thats in my family tree father Albert Burdett ,mother Ethel brunt. If so she is my dads half sister. Xx

    • My grandfather Joseph booth of booth an d Fisher acquired the land and had the juniors built he wanted somewhere for the youth of killamarsh to go he established a cricket team and also had the prevabs opposite built my mum Muriel Booth held her wedding reception in 1955

  44. I was interested to read the ‘local words and phrases often not understood by other areas. The one that really interested me was the word GENNEL meaning a pathway between roads usually but not allways at the back of the houses. As a Sheffielder born and bred who is a ‘recent’ immigrant to Killamarsh I have allways said jennel however two people I know who were originally from t’other side o’t pennines, (Lancashire), allways say ginnel with a g i not j e. Others from the Chesterfield area call it a jitty. I would be interested to hear from any native born Killamarshans just what the local village name for these paths are. Also I was once told that many of these paths in between houses were originally footpaths and packhorse trails that once wound across the fields. Can anyone confirm or contradict this.

    Lastly here is a bit of the old Sheffieldish language.

    Shintin…………………..She isn’t in (usually said to the rent man and refering to ones mother).

    Worybyisen…………..Was he on his own.

    Nawewerwiher……….No he was with her. (Her usually being a wife, girlfriend etc).

    • Hazel I was interested to read your entry regarding gennels, jitties etc as being a Killamarsh lass (in my dreams!) but working in Sheffield one of my colleagues (sadly passed away now) and myself often had a giggle and debate regarding such a subject. I was always led to believe that the gennel was the passage in the middle of terrace houses and gitty was the path through an estate – in fact there are a few gitties through the White City. My Sheffield colleague insisted that the gennel was such a path. She had never heard of a gitty. What we called gennel she called back passage but we will not go there!!

      Hope that has clarified it but I am sure I will have only added to the confusion.


    I have recently had mentioned to me some of the words we use in Killamarsh, which people in other areas say they have never heard of and don’t know the meaning of.

    Below are a few that have been suggested to me. Can you add any to the list (give the word and what it means) – I am sure there are many more. If you have any words you can add, just put them on the Memory Bank

    Wash t’ pots (Wash the dishes)

    Mash (Make a pot of tea)

    Put wood int t’hole (Close the door)

    Supwiyo (What’s wrong with you)

    Badly (Not well, ill)

    Chuck (Throw)

    Fast (Stuck)

    Nesh (Someone who feels the cold)

    Snap (Food)

    Tabs (Ears)

    Spice (Sweets)

    Gennel (Passage through houses (i.e. a terrace))

    • Clarted up. – muddy
      Sprottling. – struggling
      Smock raffled. – in a tangle
      Coil house or coil place – where coal is stored

      • John, I’m an Australian Howitt and our family tradition is that we’re descended from the Hewets of Killamarsh. I’m currently exploring a theory that I’m descended from a John Hewet of Killamarsh who died in 1606; I’ve transcribed his will. I’d be interested in making contact.

        • My middle name is hewiitt.not sure if its the same but it was my great grandma’s maiden name and she lived in killamarsh

    • a few more that were spoken that I had trouble with at first were:
      berate: it’ll be alright
      a-tha: are you
      get theesen off: now way!
      as tha teknit: did you take it

    • A lot of these words and saying were once used in Sheffield also though sadly not so much now. I think though instead of put wood in’thole, it would have been, “put wud in’toyle.” or more likely simply “Shut’tdoa

      • The peculiarities of Killamarsh[ish]

        Other words or phases not understood in the South

        Tha – meaning you. As in – A’ tha alright [surely not alreet!]
        Wheres tha been?

        The other is the use of ‘thee’ thou or ‘thy’ – very Old Testament!

        Wot’s up with thee
        It’s thy fault
        Woy are thou talking about


    • Just some reminders

      I went in to the co-op in Bridge Street about 1980 and asked for the spice rack – I was directed to the sweet rack.

      I now live in a foreign land called Kent where the people are fine – but don’t seem to be able to talk properly!
      These are some of the words they don’t understand and I have to translate:

      Nesh [by the way has a least two meanings 1) feel the cold – but 2) a footballer could nesh out of a tackle – meaning s/he pulled out of it for fear of getting hurt]
      Jitty [I lived on South Crescent at Norwood – the path from the estate to Sheffield Road was always known as the jitty – not gennel. To be honest, I had not associated gennel with the North, I thought it was more of a ‘southern’ word.
      Snap – I worked with some miners from the North East, they called this their ‘bait’ [weird]
      Half-starved – hungry or looks cold

      Finally, I did teach mature students in Kent and South East London, so I told them I was a cultural emissary sent from the North to teach them how to speak correctly. They [the southerners] have three major speech defects.

      1) I told them that God in his wisdom has provided 26 letters in the alphabet, but for those in the South the letter T was surplus to requirements; this was because of the Glottal Stop – as compu-er. wa-er/bu–er – and so on… But one student responded by saying that they didn’t use them because the people in the North used them all when we were going T-pub T-pictures T-shop …. We decided then that God must be wise!!

      The South other defects are the diphthong – the mixture of vowel sounds – as in p-au-th or b-au-th or gr-au-ss. This irritates because the spelling and pronunciation is the same – path/ bath/grass.

      But what really irritates me is that the parents don’s seem to teach their children the difference between a bite your lip sound ‘f’ and bite your tongue sound ‘th’ – so they don’t walk on the p-au-th
      – they walk on the pauf – they don’t have a b-au-th – they have a bauf!! How irritating – my work as a cultural emissary is taking longer than I though possible because those who take me seriously always say that I never pronounce my ‘h’ – I have never noticed!!

    • My cousin, George Habberjam Jr., late of Manor Farm Upperthorpe used to say
      Gi thisen o’er for stop it

      Jim Porter, Epsom, Surrey ( mother’s maiden name was Habberjam )

  46. In reply to the question from Lorna asking when the Endowed School closed :-

    In 1981, the first stage of a new church school was built in Sheepcote Road and the second stage was built in 1983. Together with the Endowed School, this became St Giles Church School, whose headmaster was Mr Richard Dumville.

  47. I would like to hear from anyone who either was at school or worked with me at Osborne Halfway. I have lived in Spain for the last 7 years since leaving the cottage at the side of the church at Killamarsh.

    Terry Brown

    • HI Terry, sorry I am not someone you are looking for but can you answer a question I wonder ? Do you have any idea what year the Endowed School actually closed down please ?

      Thanks, hope you find some old friends, this is a wonderful site !


      • Hi Lorna, the old endowed school closed some time in the early 1980’s . Im sure if you send a letter to the head at the new school asking when it opened it will yield the answer you require
        st giles C of E primary school
        sheepcoat road
        s21 1du

        • Hi John
          Do you still remember our trip to hospital, courtesy of a wheel barrow ride to Lipps Surgery, when I broke my ankle after saving the penalty, the centre forward following up falling across my outstretched ankle.

      • Hi Lorna my son went to the endowed school he started there. In 1971 and was there till at least 1977 and I am sure it was still open for a few years after hope this helps Terry

    • hi terry,mick weston here.just browsing when i saw your name. you mentioned osborns,but we go back further than that.kiveton park colliery. plenty of other names.ron,john,janet as well as photos bring the memories back. more to come when i have browsed some more.mick.

      • hiya Mick just had a txt from our Derrick saying he was talking to you last night along with Brian Hives sent this message like this because I don’t have your email address can you send me an email so I can email you my email is annterrybrown@hotmail,com

    • I don’t know if you have any connection to this!

      About 1962 we were leaving the church after choir practice, when we decided to help ourselves to the apples that were hanging over the wall from the cottage next door.

      Next thing we knew there was a man holding a stick and with a small dog standing at the church gate. He grabbed hold of one lad and started hitting him with the stick across the backside and the back of his legs. I ran off – so he told the dog ‘get him’ – but no disrespect to the dog – it didn’t have a chance! I shot along the path and over the wall on to Church Lane – and didn’t stop running until I got to the lonely tree on the black path back up to Norwood [where Belk Lane Drive [?] is now.

      I lived in fear of walking past the cottage for years after in case I was recognised!

        • I remember you well – the shop on Church Lane – your sister Christine – you had an older brother, but I can’t remember his name.
          Me and Christine sat next to each other in primary school. At that time I was as blind as a bat [still am] – so she would tell me what it said on the blackboard.
          I do remember you had an Alsatian dog that patrolled the high wall below the shop. One day I was walking past and it was barking at me – I felt quite safe – but then it lost its footing and fell off. Went straight for me and bit me on the arm! I had my school blazer on, which had bite marks in it, but it didn’t go through to the skin! Oh deep joy!!
          I hope you don’t mind being reminded of it – in Mr Thornton’s class you fell asleep! He tried to wake you up by throwing bits of chalk at you – but finally shouted.
          My memory was that he showed ‘mock’ anger but gave you a swishy stick across your backside, which looked as if it hurt like hell.
          To this day I don’t think he meant to hurt you like he did because he held the stick really high – then brought it down and hit you from about three inches. I really think it surprised him how much he hurt you. But I am sure you don’t remember it like that ….

    • Hi terry my name is Graham Dopson. Did you live up Norwood. If so we were in the same class at school,many fond memories of those days. I’m retired now and live in Eckington .what part of Spain do you live in asiago there for holidays.Hope to here from you soon.

  48. HI All

    Can anyone tell me what year the endowed school actually closed and if anyone knows the actual reason it shut down please. I am still gathering history on the building, I have up to 1873 !

    • There is a photograph of The Savanna Dance Band by W. W. Winter’s Studio in Derby. It has been scanned and I would like to date it and identify the musicians.
      This is part of a project to preserve the work of the century and a half during which the studio has been in Midland Road.

    • I posted a reply concerning the Savannah Dance Band last October and note that it was “awaiting moderation”. The photographs I have seen which were taken around 1929, show a saxophone, banjo, drums, trumpet, and violin. They played regularly at the Palais de dance in Derby.

  49. We are being asked for memories of Killamarsh Feast.
    I am sure there are lots of people out there with memories – please let us know on the Memory Bank.
    Also, if you have any photographs taken at the Feast we would be really pleased to receive them.
    You can email them to us on
    We look forward to hearing from you.

  50. Having trolled through from top to bottom of the web page, I did not see any mention of the scouts in Killamarsh or the terrific gang-shows that were an annual event, I took part in one in 1984/85.

  51. I was born in 1953 in one of the houses in Waines Row on Upperthorpe Road.
    Below is a list of the families who lived there at the time.
    From the top going down to Rose Cottage was;
    Mr and Mrs Burton
    Mr and Mrs Mantle
    Mr and Mrs Gee Pemberton
    After the top three houses there was a gennel that was used to gain access to the back of the row of houses.
    Mr and Mrs Marvin
    Mr and Mrs Hodkin
    Mr and Mrs Twelves
    Mr and Mrs Hill
    I lived there until I was 1 year old and then we went to live in one of the White City houses.
    Unfortunately my family do not have any photographs of the houses.
    My Mum seems to remember that the houses belonged to Swindell and Unsworths.
    Does anyone have any information about the houses
    Joan Talbot (nee Mantle)

    • Hello Joan, I lived at Wains Row until I was about two years old, from 1946 to 1948,and next door to Mr and Mrs Burton who’s daughter I used to play with. I think the houses then where lit by
      a big glass rechargeable battery as I remember running down the gennel to announce with my first big word that “the Accumulator
      man is here”. I know that the Hodkins were there at the time. A nice family who had a daughter called Norma who I later went to school with, and a son called Tony.

      • I believe it would be the same family..there was also another daughter called Angela ..the youngest?,they later lived on Norburn Drive “white city”..Tony was an old mate of mine, we used to knock about houses mentioned,i started work for Murphy Brothers in 1964 at the age of 15,as the general “gofor” i used to go to Battey’s shop for cigs/pop/ etc and the row of houses were still standing but empty

    • I also remember some years later delivering newspapers to Wains Row. As I went to push the “Star” through the letter box of the house to the right of the gennel, I saw that the washing on the clothes rack had caught fire on the hearth. After running round the back to warn the lady who lived there, she was able to put it out. The best bit was the next night when I was given half a crown and a Mars bar as a thankyou!

    • Hello Joan,
      I’m staying with Christine Johnson for a few days, having come up from Surrey where I now live.
      We lived in Wain’s Row from 1948-1954 when we moved to the White City. I remember when you were born as I was taken to see you when you were 2 or 3 days old and being fascinated by the strange phenomenon of a new born baby!
      I was friends with your sister Jean and also Gillian Twelves and Norma Hodkin, who were a little older than me but we always played together.
      I have been looking at the Killamarsh Heritage site and reminiscing with Chris about our childhood – happy memories!
      Regards, Nancy Collard nee Gee – Pemberton.

      • Hello Nancy
        Hope you are keeping well and it’s great to hear from you.
        I have been speaking to Jean today and she sends you her love and also hopes you are well.
        Another memory for you, are you ready?.
        Do you remember wearing your swimming costumes(the ones that were bobbly) Jean’s words not mine haha and Jean, Norma and yourself picked all the gooseberries off Mrs Hodkin’s bushes and hid them in your bathing costumes, to supposedly eat them later.
        Jean was speaking to Norma the other day and was sad to hear that her husband David has Parkinsons Disease and is not too well.
        It was strange to hear that you had seen me at 2 or 3 days old and look at us now.Where did all those years go I wonder. Keep your memories coming and take care.
        Kind regards Joan

    • Hi Joan from a recent conversation with Dudley Unsworth the houses on Waines row did belong to Unsworth’s and some of the remaining land still does Janet

  52. To Keith Dopson
    I have really enjoyed reading your article under All Our Stories. It brought back many happy memories.

    • Hi Margaret
      There was so much I could have written about, I didn’t want to go on and on as I wasn’t sure what people were interested in, maybe its through tinted glasses but I don’t think so, I look back on us growing up as mainly a happy experience.
      See you soon.


  53. On the History section of the website under Killamarsh Schools you will find a newly added item which is a programme for three plays performed by Killamarsh County Secondary School in about 1961. The plays were for the Inter House Drama Shield and Haddon House, Melbourne House and Chatsworth House each performed a play.

    You will recognise a lot of the names on the programme, both pupils and staff.

    Is your name is on the programme? Did you appear in the plays, did you help behind the scenes or were you in the audience? Or perhaps you just remember the people and the event. If so, let us have your memories on the Memory bank.

    Perhaps you have photographs taken on the night.

    If you have photographs we could put them on the item on the History section – you can contact us by emailing or call 0114 2484812.

    We look forward to hearing from you.

    • I was interested to read about the plays put on by the Secondary School in 1961. I left school in July 1960 so I wasn’t involved in them, but I was surprised to see the names of the houses in the school .
      As I remember it, there were 4 houses, Highwood (Red) Norwood (Green) Sherwood (Yellow) and Ringwood (Blue). Am I right or has my memory complately failed?
      When were they changed and why? Does anyone know?
      Most of the teachers named were there during my school years.

      • You are right John but you were probably at school the same time as me the colours and names were as you say.I was in highwood and remember having a red prefect’s badge.I left in 57 so it must have changed after then.

      • Hi john, i started at the school sept 1960 and the houses were Melbourne, Haddon, and Chatsworth so they must have changed that year.

        regards john

      • John
        I started at school as you left in 1960 and all the time I was there as far as I can remember there were 3 houses, Chatsworth (blue) Haddon (red) and Melbourne (yellow), was the school uniform green when you were there?


        • I’m not sure there was a school uniform at the time I was there – I certainly didn’t have one.

          In response to your other story about re-gaining your accent when you came back into the village, my wife used to say exactly the same thing to me.

          I left the Co-op and the village in 1967, to join NAAFI attached to Royal Naval Ships and whenever we came up from Portsmouth or St Albans, where we were living at the time, by the time we had gone through Spinkhill and down to the West End, my Killamarsh accent came back – much to my wife’s annoyance, as she was from Watford area.

          • Hi John
            As an ex Royal Navy in the 60s/70s I would just like to thank you for supplying us with our vital supplies mainly beer, had some great times around the world in different NAAFI bars


            • Hi Keith, did our paths cross without knowing it? Can’t remember exact dates but I was on:
              HMS Penelope 1967. I was Assistant Damager, Herbie Goddard was the Manager
              HMS Victorious 1967/68, With Tom “Dutchy” Holland
              HMS Kent 1968 Acting Manager for a few weeks.
              1968 HMS Reclaim Acting Manager 2 weeks ( The longest 2 weeks of my life!! I’m NOT a good sailor and the Reclaim was an old Tug converted to a diving and rescue vessel, hence the name. She would roll on a heavy dew!!
              HMS Hermes April 1968 – April 1969 3 months work-up after refit, then a 9 month Cape Town, Singapore, HK , Okinawa; Australia tour on Assistant Manager to Jim Doran.
              NAAFI then wanted me to take another boat out of Plymouth for 3 months after 2 weeks leave, but having got married 3 weeks before I sailed on the Hermes, I wasn’t having that, so I left.

              • Hi John
                We should have had a chat at the prefab meeting, will have to do it at the next one, I have had a look at your career in the NAAFI and I don’t think our paths crossed especially as my last 5 years were in subs.


            • Hi Keith
              I was reading your article and really enjoyed it, I noticed your wedding photo and I noticed Barry Morris was your best man, I used to go out with Barry when I was at Killamarsh Secondary Modern, we must have been going out for 4 years or all through Secondary school. I noticed that you said you had been to Overton Park so did I, and Barry Morris went, also I think Peter Draper, it was a brilliant week I loved it, I have never forgotten Overton Park. They split us up into groups and we had to map read and find our way to Matlock I think, I was in Alan Porter’s group and we finished up at the opposite side of the ploughed field and we all ran across it to get to the main road we were full of mud, but we had a good laugh, I remember when we got to Matlock me and Hilda Hancock thumbed a lift back to camp. I just can’t remember how our paths crossed and who you knocked about with I was in Mr Rowe’s class. I started Killamarsh in 1958 and I was in Haddon House so it had already started then.

              Janet Morgan (need Higginbottom)

              • Hi Janet
                Our paths crossed all the time although I was 2 years younger I always knocked about with Barry and Bug and the rest of the gang, I have also been to a couple of reunions but missed last years due to flu, I also went to Overton with the gang not only with school a couple of times but sometimes just us, we also went to a place called Whitehall near Buxton with the school both of them were brilliant, I was in Chatsworth same as Barry.


        • Yes we had a school uniform the girl’s wore green and white gingham dresses with bottle green blazer in summer and bottle green gymslip and blazer in winter. Boy’s dark trouser’s and blazer and I think striped tie but not sure. This was relaxed a little as we got into last class before leaving. Also very strict no jewelry rule. I was taken to Mr Seston’s office for having my ear’s pierced just before I left in 57. There was a Terry Dopson in my class a good footballer are you by any chance a relative Janet Jackson nee Gasciogne

          • Hi Janet
            I don’t know a Terry but my eldest brother is called Graham and he was a good footballer, just thought his nickname was Tich!!


            • Yes Kieth it probably was him not much meat with knees like knots in cotton bless him.Is he about 71 and the first question I always ask about boys at school do they still have hair and still a 24in waist.I bet not.If he is still around ask if he remembers me.Again I bet not but he was a nippy little footballer not much got past him as I remember.Those were the days when football was a game not big buseness.Say hi for me Janet

            • Sorry forgot to say the lad I knew did have the nickname Tich so must be the same person.I was Janet Gascoigne then.I’m on people page and photo page but neither were when at senior school so he may not recognise me.

              • Hi Janet
                You have certainly got my brother to a T, he’s still got some hair lol and I guess he’s only a 34 waist same as me. I will certainly tell about you and yes he is 70 we had party in the Crown this year for his birthday.

                • Wow still only 34 in waist that’s better than me wish I hadn’t asked now. I did look at the family photo on picture page but must confess I didn’t recognise him. However I did see your sister Wendy. Does she remember an old flame Phill Royston. I think him and Wendy rode a scooter and me and my husband Roy had a motorbike. I’m sure we all went out together a few times. Wish we could all do it again fun in the sun Janet.

  54. Does anyone remember Newman spinny gasifacation it was in barlborough park up from windles farm my husband Thomas glossop worked there when he came out of the army 1955 he lived in cottage wood nook in the park till we married in 1957 then lived In high street killamarsh where we still live while he worked there there was an explosion where some people got injured as anyone got any information about this we would love to here Barbara glossop ne sewell

    • I remember the Newman Spinney Gasification plant too,the idea was to ignite the coal underground and collect the gases emitted.Unfortunately the underground burning coal got out of hand and was a danger to High Moor Colliery.Murphy Bros opencasted the area where the coal was burning to remove it.This stretched from the back of Windles farm over to the M1..(which was not yet built)..,Savages farm and the Pebley Inn.I worked there after leaving school in 1964 and can still recall the trucks bringing load after load of burning coal out,the old offices are still visible from the road at Rose Cottage..,one of my old mates who lived on Manor Road also worked there with me… who you may remember..David Baumforth…

      • I only remember Alex Baumforth who will be same age as me 73 it was my husband that worked at Newman spinner when he came out of army he worked there till it finished we was courting at that time and I use to go to him and take some tea for us we use to sit and have it in the compresser house I remember one time when I was there Wilf Bingham let us down the shaft in a bucket some others that worked there at that time was Kenny Burton Vin and Herbert Verdon Peter Tailor Arny Batty Ron Parr Redgy Woodhead Barbara Glossop nee Sewell

    • hi barbara,my dad gilbert weston worked at the newman spinney.never knew what job he did.we had the shop at the top of hut lane.mick.w.

  55. Congratulations on a putting together a wonderful history of Killamarsh, I find it most interesting. I found the Website while researching my wife’s family. Her father Edgar Gardiner was born in Killamarsh in 1929. His father Arthur Edgar Gardiner worked in Glovers flour mill. He married Dorothy May Walker in 1928 in Killamarsh. The Walker family have lived in the Killamarsh,Beighton, Wales, Treeton and Eckington areas as far back as the 1600′s. Dorothy Walker’s father was an Engine Driver on the Upperthorpe line and her Grandfather was a publican and butcher in Shepherd’s Lane, Killamarsh. I wonder if any of your readers know the name of the pub.
    Thanks again for the insight into Killamarsh

  56. Message from Eric Morris for Mick Parr (featured on Killamarsh People page)

    I was also an electrician at Westhorpe from 1967-75 – along with [a few names]

    Jack Cartwright
    Bernard Siddaway
    Bob Pollock
    Trevor Wilkinson
    Chick Harper
    Geoff Smedley
    Arthur Bergin
    Melvyn Brookfield
    Melvyn Hurst
    Jim Batterham
    Jack Mundy
    Joe Shaw
    Peter Brownlow
    Alan Green
    David Joule
    Graham Cooke
    Dennis Williams
    Lindsey Palmer
    Stan ???

    And so on …where are they now – sadly some of them no longer with us

    • Hi Eric
      I remember you well from Westthorpe. As I recall I believe you left to do teaching. I know all the men you mention and the last one was called Stan Hunt, Also it was not Joe Shaw but Ray Shaw. As I left the area 20 years ago I am afraid I have lost touch with them so do not know how many of them are still with us,although some of fhem were quite a few years older than me.

  57. It is really good to see messages on our website from Killamarsh people who now live overseas, and who I am sure lots of you will know and remember.

    These include Terry Brown who lives in Spain, Jenny Hazzard (nee Dopson) who lives in Perth, Western Australia, Francis (Frank) Shaw who lives in New York, and Anne Clark (nee Colquhoun) who lives in Germany.

    We look forward to hearing their memories of which I am sure they have many.

  58. Can anyone remember GLAVES Bakery I think it was next to Alice O’connels and also Liedigs Butchers , and also Kirks Butchers who I used to work for when the White City was being built and that shop is now a Hairdressers next to The Chequered Flag.I can also remember going to Tap dancing Lessons in the rooms above Bridies Pantry and that was once upon a time the CO-OP Drapery.The rooms above used to be the YOUTH CLUB too once upon a time. There used to be a shop called Smiths going down towards Cats Arch and it was Hardware and I used to have to take the Accumalator there to be Charged so that we could listen to the Radio ,Crikey I must be getting old but what good memories they all are. I have happy memories of playing down The Jim Clause when we were kids IE Hester [tet] Richardson her sister Grace, Beryl Nettleship and some of her Brothers and Sisters, Robert and Vivian Wade, Alec Baumforth and his sister Jean , Melvin Booth and lots more that lived up on Manor Rd . I can remember quite a few of us having a good hiding one day after we had been running in Habbos Corn and flattening it all and then another time making a House with his Bales of Hay and them falling apart that was another Hiding we got and Scrumping in Bartholamews Orchard and my Dad waiting on the other side of the Hedge needless to say that was another Hiding I got quite a few of those over the years but we did have fun.

    • I can remember Glaves Bakery. It was on the right hand side of Bridge Street, (looking up the street). There was the Co-op , Womenswear, Haberdashery, Drapery & Menswear Departmentrs in the building which is now the Pharmacy, and estate Agents, then the Co-op Chemists. There was a vehicle access to the back of the Co-op , then next up was Ivy Greens (a bit like Arkwrights without the foodstuffs). Then (I think) there was another drive, then Leidigs, which later became the Co-op cooked meats shop, which sold potted meat, haslet, etc, and then Glaves Bakery.
      The Co-op eventually took over Glaves’s.

      Then I think it was Alice O’Connel’s Haberdashery, (I think Alice’s shop was in both parts of what is now the Tandoori.)
      Next up was Fishers Butchers and Fred & Ivy Storey’s ( My cousins) hairdressers.
      Next up the street was Cliff Marrisons Cobbler’s shop then Peter(?) Kirk’s Butcher’s,
      Next up was (cannot remember!) joined on to a veg shop ran by a chap who’s name I can’t remember, but I seem to recollect him becoming a bookie.
      Next up was the Co-op Furnishing department, not the drapery as previously thought, run by Les Jackson ??, Gordon Bolsover ( he married Florrie Severns daughter from Sheffield Road next to Hutchby’s big house) and Roy (Sam) Batty, who married Jean Mantle,
      Joined onto the Furnishing were 3 Co-op houses. I think Vin Glover (the Co-op Beer-off Manager) lived in the one next to the Co-op jennel, and I seem to remember that Roy & Jean lived in another, and an ex Co-op employee – a little old man can’t remember hisname – lived in the other one.
      Next up again was the Nat West (?) Bank where the beauty salon is, then

      If anyone has any different re-collections from the above, or can fill in the gaps, please feel free to correct me – it is after all 50+ years ago that I worked for the Co-op and the old grey matter has dwindled somewhat since then.

        • Can anyone go back a little further than Ray Milner.I can remember a little old lady who ran the shop as a newsagent’s her name was miss Burnham and I think she may have been there before Rivington’s opened across the road.I think that must have been in the late 40’s.In the 80’s it became CHAMELION run by Cynthia & Gordon Taylor.Janet

          • janet, i forget the name of the newsagent. i should not have as i used to deliver papers for her at highmoor. she put the papers on the bus at bridge street,i waited for the bus at highmoor.the papers were taken off and delivered them. the money was collected friday mick.w.

          • I remember Miss Burnham at the paper shop, I delivered papers for her down Green Lane when I was about 10 years old, the wages were 2/6 per week.
            In later years we ran a fish and chip shop at the top of High Street

            • Hi Margaret glad to hear another voice from the past. I remember miss Burnham and her paper shop but I also remember you and the little fish shop you had at the end of our top path. It was still there I think when we moved into Rectory Rd after we married in 1961. We were regular customers. When did the place close down. Pat our administrator told me about your message and in our conversation we wondered if you had any old photo’s of that area. Maybe the old Blacksmith’s pub too. I think there was either an old cottage at the side of the chip shop or maybe a row but can’t remember exactly. I do remember you though. You would probably be very disappointed if you saw the footpath now its in a terrible state full of litter and other filth. Not a nice place to walk to get on a bus. Back to miss Burnham if you delivered down Green lane you would have delivered our papers. We were the Gascoigne’s and lived in the cottage just below the pit moving later lower down the lane. I remember going to the shop to pay the paper bill that must have been in the late 40’s.Janet Jackson

            • Florence Burnham 1893-1973, Spinster. One of Four Children of George Burnham and Emily nee Shore. Two Boys, Two Girls. Florence was the longest lived of the children. The two boys are buried in St Giles churchyard.

      • John: Yes the bank was the National Westminster (Nat West) back in the days when the village had a bank. It was one half of what is now Beyond the Fringe Hairdressers the other half belonged to Mr and Mrs Hibberd Electricals. They not only sold electrical items but Alan Hibberd also repaired washing machines etc – when electrical items lasted long enough to require repairing. I remember these being there in my childhood (the 1960s) but the bank was probably there a long time before that.


          • He use to own a motorbike,a Vincent Black Shadow.Trouble was , because of his size he sometimes could not kickstart it and had to ask someone to do it for him. I can picture him now, stood at the end of the gennell,hoping that some kind person would help him out. I know my dad did so a number of times.He was one of the villages what you might kind oddballs.But a nice bloke.Ron M.

      • Gordon Bolsover married Doris Severn’s daughter Muriel. After leaving the Co-op,after many happy years, he went to college and qualified as a teacher and taught in Devon. He died in 2013.

        • Muriel.I have been trying to trace Gordons brother Ray i must assume that he may no longer be with us,but it would be nice to know one way or the other.He was a good friend and a great teacher. Ron M.

          • Raymond Bolsover died in Spain in 1993. He took early retirement from being the County Music Advisor in Devon and moved to Spain.

          • Ron, I have left you a message about Raymond but I forgot to say how much I enjoy reading the messages and they bring back many memories to me. I just wish Gordon was here to share them with me. Muriel

            • Hello Muriel
              2 things spring to mind, after reading your post.
              1 is that my Mother Ethel Hewitt (later Ethel Stones) and your Mother Florrie, we’re good friends and 2
              My daughter Jackie and her husband Ian bought your Mother’s house in 1992/93, after I contacted Gordon and asked him to intervene because the estate agents or finance company seemed to be dragging their heels on processing the sale. Gordon agreed to let us do some work on the house so the sale could go through.

      • I believe that next to kirks butchers was Milner’s fruits and vegetables. Their daughter Susan and I were best buddies for years.

      • Interesting to read about Bridge street. My mom lived at No. 15 Bridge street from around 1924 to 1940 when the war started. She then joined the Army. I tried to google what is at No. 15 now but was unsuccessful. Most probably a shop, but Mom always talked about the house at No. 15 and said her bedroom used to be up in the attic.
        Enjoy reading all the Killamarsh comments. Wish I could come and see it all for myself. I live in South Africa.

    • Yes I remember glaves bakery and my friend Sheila whewell ne Waller worked there when she left school I also rember going down jim clause taking a pick nick and when it snowed we use to go sledging there as well lots have changed since then and not always for the better as kids we all use to play together on manor do you remember the houses being built on upperthorpe rd we use to play in them and go scrumping apples across rd lots of good memory’s of that time Barbara glossop Ne Sewell

    • I used to live in the stone house at the bottom of church lane ( long since demolished ). We only had gas so I had to take our radio accumulator to get it charged up. I thought it was Marrisons the cobblers at the top of the road to the cats arch who charged them.

      • I may be wrong but I think the shop that used to charge accumerlaters was in fact Baumforth & Garfitt who later moved to bridge street.That shop would have been about where the precinct is now.They also had a branch in Eckington and were one of the first to start selling TV,s.Does anyone else remember this or have I got it wrong.Cliff Marrison did have a cobblers on Kircroft lane aswell.

        • Before these people, does anyone remember a little bloke from Mosbro called Billy Wilkins. He used to collect the battery from your house and leave you fully charged one for a few pence.He had small shop on Mosbro high street. Ron M.

          • I think his name was Wilkinson better known as Wilky. He always wore a brown dustcoat which was stained from the battery acid. He wired our house up when we got electricty in the early 1950’s
            John H

            • Hi John.Your right,he also wired our bungalow.I seem to think the actual power came from Renishaw Works,but i’m not to sure about that,might have been Staveley Works. Ron M.

        • I remember the accumulators being charged by Roland Clegg.He had the shop on Kirkcroft Lane, just before the wall started going round to the cats arch, after the cats arch were Smith,s he used to work at a glass company in Sheffield and mended watches as a side line, always had a few in the window for sale. Next came Cliff Marrison (the cobbler) ( that was a double fronted shop.Then came Roddy’s sweet shop and the last shop was a detached, Birds shop which sadly burned down killing John Bird and his cousin who was visiting at the time. Between the church and Cleggs shop used to be a big double fronted shop which was a hat shop run by Mrs Vaughn that shop later was turned into a cafe I think round about 1962 ish. Mr Clegg lived at the bottom of Ashley Lane in the old cottage on the right, If your accumulator dried up out of hours he was always happy for you to drop them off there. Mr Clegg closed his Kirkcroft lane shop and went as said to the one on the edge of the precinct, my mum then opened Kirkcroft Lane shop selling baby wear and drapery that was in 1960.Hope I have got all this right, but please let me know if my memory is playing tricks (It has been known) Regards

          • Hi Margaret
            Are you related to Christine Revitt she was in the same class as me at school, as for shops didn’t you have 1 under the crown and that café I loved it.


      • Yes the cobblers was Marrisons can anybody remeber Farrands it was a bit like the coop looking up Bridge Street it was on the left next to the electrical shop(forgot its name now)

        • Before it was Farrands it was Hunters
          There was chap called Len Davis who travelled around collecting the orders and doing some deliveries. He used to come to Rutters for their weekly order and like all farmers of that time, Harry used to give Len the cheque book to fill in then Harry would sign it.
          Len’s sister was Miss Davis the RK or Religious Knowledge and one of the English teacher’s at the secondary modern school.
          She used to dril into us “never begin a sentence with ‘and’ or ‘but'” and to this day I still think of that when writing anything

          • Hi John it’s a pity kid’s today with all the technology they have aren’t taught the simple thing’s like what not to start a sentence with. Another thing that drives me wild is when the well known chef’s on television refer to a bit of water or a bit of wine. Miss Davies taught us liquid came in drop’s solid’s came in bit’s. There is a photo of her on the photo page with some boy’s. She took the girl’s for games and PE as well and looked pretty good in her short’s. Janet

      • Late 50s I remember the sandstone house at the bottom of Church Lane being divided in to two houses the Bell family one side and the Eddlingtons the other and a lock up shop between .I lived on Church Lane from 1956.

  59. I recently heard, via Killamarsh Heritage that Killamarsh once had a workhouse. Apparently it was situated somewhere on the Canal Bank and closed down in 1954. Does anyone have anymore information or have any memories regarding this. Many thanks

    • Hi margaret i am not sure if this is any help or not. Dr lipps stables were pulled down to make way for the nursing home. Before that the end of the stables sat almost on the edge of the pavement. There was a small window almost at street level, if you glanced through it you could see a long gloomy room, wonder if that could have been it.?.

      • Hi Margaret I remember an old building where nursing home is now when I was younger we use to go there to Ebernezer hall that’s where they had it at that time that was round about the 1949 dont know if anyone else can remember it. -Barbara Glossop nee Sewell

    • Hi Margaret, re the work house in Killamarsh. In the News section of this site there is an article asking for information about Leah’s farm. There is a map showing the farm, on the righthand side of the map by the canal a workhouse is indicated. This appears to be down Canal Bridge. Hope this is of interest.

      • Realise this is an old thread but…. The killamarsh workhouse sat on the site of my family home in canal bridge. From what I can recall the current building was built in the 60’s on top of the old foundations. When we excavated to build a conservatory 25 years ago we could see straight into what I can only imagine were the basement of the previous build. There was even an old tin bath under there!

  60. Wayne Parkes is asking if anyone has any information or memories of the Metro Dance Band or the Savannah Band.

    Also if anyone has any photographs of the bands please email them to or if you would happy to loan them to us contact us by emailing or telephone 0114 2484812. We can then scan them and return them to you.
    We would really be pleased to receive them.

    • Hello, I have never lived in Killamarsh however, used to visit my grandparents as a child. I am sure my grandad, dad and uncle were in the Savannah band. My grandad’s name was Eric Walker.

      • Hello,Carly. I can recall your granddad very well. He used to play and teach piano. He played in the Savannah band for many years.He played at my wedding reception in the Juniors club in 1965.The last piece they played was called The Haarlem Stomp, it got the whole room rocking.They made for a great night. Hope this gives you giggle. Best wishes. Ron Marshall.

        • Thank you for responding, i can just imagine it, he loved his music. I mentioned it to my dad (Keith Walker) I think he played the drums in the band and he said he thinks he is the only member still alive now.

          • hi carly,i knew your grandad.i allways thought he only had two girls.jean and christine before we moved to highmoor we lived at norwood.mick.w.

            • Hi, thank you for your comment. It’s been a while since I’ve checked the site. I think Christine and Jean were my grandads nieces. My grandad had two sons Peter and Keith.

          • Hi Carly, I played in the savannah band with your father Keith and his brother Peter. Eric Walker their dad was the band leader and also conducted Killamarsh Silver Band.Eric taught my son Ryan clarinet and your father is Ryan’s godfather ( Ryan now lives in Palma Majorca). I am still playing regularly. Wish your father all the best and tell him we would love to catch up if he ever visits Sheffield.

            • Hi Les, apologies for not coming back to you. Of course I’ll past on your regards to my dad and let him know about Ryan. Unfortunately since my grandparents have past away we very rarely visit Killamarsh but I’m sure my dad goes to Sheffield with work so I’ll let him know.

              • Hi. Carly. Just reading through memories of Killamarsh and your notes. My mother was cousin to your grandad Eric Walker and his brother Sam. I have a very good photo of your dad and uncle when they were small boys . You are more than welcome to have it.
                Janet Walker.

          • Me , my sister and Dad were talking about the Savannah Band this morning. Danced regularly to them when i was young,
            I think Philip Taylor played with them for a while.
            I can also remember the name Philip Hipkiss but not sure which band he played in.

      • Hi Carly,

        I knew your grandad Eric Walker. As well as being pianist for the Savannah Dance Band he, along with a trumpeter, drummer and I think a saxophonist used to play at Tuesday evening dances run by Fred Whewell in the early 1950s in the room above the Miners Welfare on Churchtown. I used to play piano in the interval and was offered an audition for the band but unfotunately, being self-taught, I couldn’t read music fast enough. He used to write out for me the music for the refrain of some tunes which I didn’t know.

  61. I have just found your website and think it is very good I lived in Killamarsh nearly all my life but moved to Spain six years ago I live in a little village in Murcia the village is called Fortuna and is a little spa town much like Buxton the last house I lived in in Killamarsh was the stone cottage next to the church I do visit Killamarsh at christmas every year I would be pleased to talk online to anyone there who knows me

    • Hello Terry. – its Margaret

      Just read your entry on the Killamarsh Heritage Website. It was a lovely surprise to read it. I cannot believe it is six years since you left your cottage on Kirkcroft Lane. I often think about you both when I pass the house on Ashley Lane and your cottage by the Church.. It sounds quite idealic where you now live. Apologies this message is short but will most certainly be in touch again. Take care and give my best wishes to Ann.

    We have put a post on the News section from Glen Rigby of Vancouver, Canada. Glen is looking to connect with any relatives he may have in Killamarsh.
    Hopefully someone wil be able to help him.

    • Hi Pat don’t know if its the right family connection but there is a Mary Rigby on the photo of the coronation party in the West End car park.She is the one holding a baby top left hand.She used to live in the end house of the old row on westhorpe Rd near to the entrance of Symcrest.I don’t know if she is still in Killamarsh but someone may read this or Glen may recognise her.Hope this helps.Great job with the Society am really enjoying all the memories Janet

      • i dont think she lives in killamarsh i went to school with mary at the endowed school in or around 1945 i always remember she use to stay outside when we ad asemble as she was catherlic barbara

    • I don’t know if it is any help but I remember a NEWTON WHO HAD THE SWEET SHOP ON KIRKCROFT LANE I Jack toddy lived with them it was next door to Cliff Marrisons cobblers

      • Hi i think you may be related to me.My Grandmother Lucy Newton had a brother George Edward Newton who married Florence Smith.If you have any further information on the Newton family tree it would be much appreciated.

  63. I am trying to contact David Batty, who’s father was the late Joseph Batty. Joseph lived with his parents,Mr. and Mrs. L. Batty in a cottage between Upperthorpe Road and Waynes Row. I have an item which I would like you to have David, which your father made for me many years ago, and which I have treasured these past 70 years. I would love you to have this as I feel it should now belong to you and your family. If anyone knows David could you please pass this message on to him. Many thanks, looking forward to hearing from you David. Pat………

    • HI Pat. seems i always get the mucky end of the stick. Having checked amongst friends who also knew David, we all think he passed away a number of years ago. So sorry,just to ask ,are you the Pat who used to go into the Nags Head with Judy Bingham many years ago. It was such a shame she died so young. Regards Ron Marshall.

      • Hi Ron.
        Thanks for your reply.I was very saddened to hear the news re.David.As a child I was very close to his family;His Gandparents and Father were very dear to me.
        Yes I am the same Pat that went in the Nag’sHead with Judy all those years ago. And yes it was tragic that she died so young, she was such a wonderful,vibrant person, with her life ahead of her. Your name rings a bell, were you from Manor Road, or near. Thanks again for getting in touch,albeit with sad news. Pat…..

        • HI Pat . I was born and raised in station road until I married in1965 and moved to high street in 1967 and have been here ever since. best wishes Ron M.

        • Hi pat I remember you I lived on fanny ave when you lived on upperthorpe rd my name was barbara Sewell and my sister was Phyllis I have lived on high street since getting married in 1957 Barbara glossop ne Sewell

          • Hello Barbara,
            Yes I remember you well,Phillis and your Mum and Dad. You lived onthe corner of Fanny Avenue next to Staton’s where I spent many hours, also at Wade’s opposite you. I have found many names on the site, that bring back wonderful memories of Manor Road, and my life with my grandparents at the Shop on Upperthorpe Rd.,
            Great hearing from you, Pat…….

            • Hi pat glad you remember us they where great days when we use to walk from pictures it was very scary cos when you got past nags head pub then haberjams farm which is no longer there now there wasn’t any lamps to shine you home it was very dark me and my cousin Janice Royston you will remember her she lived on dumbelton road we use to run till we got home they was good times though Barbara

    • Hello Pat just to let you know I’m very much still alive! I think Ron Marshall must have mixed me up with someone else. I’ve just discovered this site and saw your message. I think I last saw you when you were visiting my Grandad, quite some years ago now , down Green Lane. I am intrigued as to what it is my Dad made for you.

  64. I have lived in Killamarsh for almost 25 years though I am originally from Sheffield. During the miners strike of 1984/85 I along with my mum,used to do street collections,raffles etc to raise money for the striking miners. Every Friday lunchtime we would share our collection between Beighton Miners Welfare and Nethergreen Club. I would love to know if any of the characters from those days are still around. I really regret not taking photos of that time


  65. The next meeting of Killamarsh Heritage Society is on Tuesday 8th January 2013 at 7.00 pm in the Club Room, Killamarsh Leisure Centre, Stanley Street.

    We would welcome any new members who are interested in the history and heritage of Killamarsh and who would like to be involved in our projects.

    Our meetings take place on the 2nd Tuesday of each month and we very much look forward to seeing you there.

  66. Way back in the dark ages 1959 or 1960, Killamarsh Secondary school put on plays in the school hall. I was in one of them, “Wind in the Willows” along with
    Phil (Bugs) Burgess and Charlie Fisher. The only namest that I remember. Each house in the school had a play. I would like to ask if anyone as any photo’s of these perfornances that I could make copies of.

    Frank Shaw

    • Theres a photo in the photo gallery of wind in the willows its was put on February 2012 so you will have to scroll back to see it

    • Hi Frank
      I remember that wind in the willows was the school entry in North East Derbyshire schools drama competition (i would guess1961/62) Held at the pomegranate theatre Chesterfield, perhaps there was coverage by the Derbyshire Times. Maybe they have an archive you could access.
      regards john

    • Around that time I remember Terence ;Dogga’ Booth taking a staring role. According to a person who came to seem it, a judge I think, said he was excellent – and should try to go further with acting. Needless to say he didn’t and finished up in the mines like many others. Talent wasted – sad.

      • Does anyone recall two plays about 1953/1955.The Charcoal Burners Son and Roast Pig on a Willow Pattern Plate. Produced by I think Ray Bolsover and Mr Smith.Yours truly starred in both along with Eric and Margaret Goodlad and Gillian Wykes in the other.All done at Killamarsh Secondry School.Great fun and good times.Come on now think.

        • H[ Ron saw mrs Reilly nee Wood on a trip to York sat 2nd March she remembered the play on a willow pattern plate.She said Mr Smith wrote it.I presume it was little Smith as big Smith was maths teacher.I must have been otherwise engaged I don,t remember anything about it.Hope you are ok not seen you in street lately.Janet

          • Hi Janet, still around, cold weather keeps me a bit house bound.hoping warmer weather puts me at the bottom of Gods hit list.Many thanks for your concern. Ron M.

          • Hi Janet. For sure it was little Mr Smith. I recall him standing there waving the script about and doing his best to keep us all in order.Must have been a tough job for him considering his size.Cheers Jan.Ron.

            • Hi Ron I,m surprised to hear little Smith had a problem keeping you in order he terrified me.He only ever spoke to me civilly once and that was to ask a favour.He wanted some sheet music for some project or other and asked me very nicely if I would ask Mr Shimwell my piano teacher if he had it & would he lend or give it to him.Can,t remember what it was but did you by any chance sing in the play.Don,t know where this memory came from but its getting scary.Think I,m regressing to my year,s at school.Janet

              • Yes Janet I did for my sins sing but i,ll be dammed if I can remember what I sang, like you the memory is going.One thing I do remember is that one of the plays a wizard had a wand what was supposed to go off with a bang,to save the gun cotton I had to bang a big book onto a desk during rehersals .First time I did it i finished up on the floor,Mr Seston had just walked in though I was messing around and decked me thinking i was messing around. Mr Bolsover put him right, but i had a sore tab for days. Happy times. ????

                • Hi Ron just had a giggle at the vision of you collapsing on the floor after banging a book and getting a clip round the ear from Mr Seston someone else who scared the life out of me.Sore ears & sore backsides from the slipper were the norm but didn,t do any of us harm. We all seem to remember the good things more than the bad.Next time I see Mrs Rielly I,ll ask her if she remember,s the music.She doesn,t look any older now than then maybe her memory is better than ours.Janet

        • Sorry Ron think I got it wrong little Smith taught upper school math’s so may have been big Smith wrote the play can’t remember what subject he taught think it may have been history.The memory must be going.Confused big Smith with Rawson he taught lower school math’s.It was a long time ago so good excuse for bad memory.

      • Have only just found the site and I am now reading through all the letter and looking at the photographs. I was also in the Charcoal Burners I think it was 1955 as I would have been 12Years old along with David Lane.

        • Hiya John remember me Terry Brown we were in the same class the teacher they are referring to as little Smith we called him little smick he taught us in the hut in the infants school accross the road where we would advance the clock on the wall above the blackboard but so did other classes and we were caught out pretty quickly

          • Hi Terry I wonder if you were at school the same period as me and Ron Marshall.I remember calling Mr Smith little smick and math’s lesson’s across the road.I hated that man he scared the life out of me.My usual get out of his lesson’s was the school choir practice which I did enjoy.I have some very good memories of funny incident’s in those practices.I wonder if there are any other members out there.Janet Jackson nee Gascoigne

        • Hi John did you and David sing together a bit of ditty sticks out in my mind after all these years.The song goes, i’m High tea and i’m Bo Bo we like to have our roast pig cooked just so, its difficult to gratify our hearts desire cos every time we cook we set the house on fire.As i seem to remember or could i be wrong? Regards Ron M.

    • Hi Frank re Phil Burgess I saw him in panto in Sheffield a couple of weeks ago he is a brilliant comic actor.I will mention you to him next time I see him.By the way I live at 32 rectory rd at the top of your old garden.Arnie still lives next door to your old house but few of us old residents left.Maybe update you a little more another time. Janet

  67. Wishing all family and friends in Killamarsh a Blessed and Merry Christmas and
    a happy and healthy 2013.

    Frank (Francis) Shaw
    New Jersey

  68. We would like to wish all our followers and supporters a Merry Christmas and a Happy, Healthy and Peaceful New Year.

    Thank you all for your interest and we hope you will continue to support us in 2013.

    From all the team at Killamarsh Heritage Society.

  69. I have seen the Empire Cinema photographs and have a very keen interest in this old place as my late grandad Derek Tesh used to play in the band during the silents the band I think called savana.
    From the scraps of information I have his mum also played the piano during the same time and.. that is all i have.
    For the benefit of my kids and our family history I am trying to trace any photographs of the interior or any information relating to the time it was a cinema.
    Absolutely anything would be appreciated, the photographs of the time it was a bingo are very welcomed and thankyou to the uploader for their time.
    On another place, can anyone give any photo/information regarding the big house which was on Ashley lane demolished sometime in the 1980s I believe.
    I used to live on High street with our house back view backing on to ashley lane and this big house in view with a very big stone wall surrounding its grounds.
    Any information relating to house would be very much appreciated, as a young kid it looked absolutely massive with iron gates and even a post box in the stone wall !
    It was demolished to build some houses sometime mid 80s I think.
    I do not live in Killamarsh anymore but try and get back when I can for a look around the old haunts, born and bred in Killamarsh it has some great memories for me.
    Sorry for the long post, but thanks for your time and for an absolutely brilliant website.

    • Dear Wayne
      We wil try and find any information we can.

      We have about 6 photographs of the interior of the Empire Cinema taken just as it was about to close, which you will find on the Photo Gallery.

      These are the only ones we have been given but if anyone has anymore I am sure they will let us borrow them.

      Pleased you like the website. Keep on supporting us.


    • Hi Wayne,
      the Savana dance band was made up of members of the Killamarsh silver band. In the late forties early 50s my father Ivan Jennings sang with the Band at dances round the area. the only names of members i remember are eric walker his brother i dont remember his first name and aubrey tesh.
      regards john

    • Hi Wayne,
      just read your post about the Empire, in which you mention your late Grandad, Derek Tesh? Your comments that your Grandad used to play in the silents at the Empire intrigued me. Are you related to the Derek Tesh who lived at on Sheffield Road, just along from the Empire?
      I lived in the same row as Derek, and along with other kids in the yard, we all effectively grew up together, being much the same ages. I think I was a couple of years older than Derek.

      As far as I can remember, “young” Derek didn’t play in the Savanna Dance Band. His Dad Aubrey, and Mum Muriel were window cleaners and Aubrey, along with his Father and Mother, Harry & ??, certainly played in the Savanna Band, but I can only remember the band from the 1950’s and 60’s, when they used to play at the Saturday night dances in the Killamarsh Secondary Modern School Hall. We used to listen to Harry etc practicing in Tesh’s house of an evening.
      “Young” Derek had a younger brother David.

      I think Aubrey had a brother – I can’t recall his first name, but could this be the Derek Tesh you are related to?

      • I lived on Ashley lane about 45 years ago before moving to the stone cottage next to the church and then to Spain the big house you are talking about was Ashley house and when I lived up there was live in by Eric Neil

      • Aubrey did indeed have a brother who was called Derek. He played the trumpet (don’t know who for). He lived with his wife Dot and two children, Marilyn and Michael in a big house with an orchard on the left hand side about 200 yards on Ashley Lane.
        Hope this helps


    • Hi wayne, re the house on Ashley Lane. In the late 70’s I worked at Ross & Catheralls One of my workmates was Mick Morris, his parents lived in the house at this time.
      regards john

  70. An excellent night at St Giles Church Hall tonight.

    Proms and Poppies with Dronfield Band who were excellent.

    The evening was really enjoyable with everyone singing Land of Hope Gloryat the top of their voices at the end of the show. Even had an encore!

  71. Can anyone remember there been a chemist opposite the old Dr surgery on Bridge Street? I think it used to be on the corner where the denture place is now. No one in my family remembers it but im sure it used to be.

    • hi Nicola ,I seem to remember it being a chemist but it would have to be 1950s to v early 60s I started work in the coop chemist around 1966 and it was where the take a way is now,next to the funeral parlour

      • Hi ros, it would have been in the 80’s im thinking of. Maybe I have got the wrong place, I was sure I remember going in with my mum when I was ill off school lol.

        • hi nicky, your right the chemists was where the dental repair place is. it opened after the co-op chemist closed mid to late 70’s i have a vague memory that it was owned by gilbert & armstrong

          • I remember the chemist being where Benbrook Dental is now, during the ’80s. If I remember correctly there used to be a pharmacy inside the doctor’s surgery before that but there was a lot of controversy because it was only open during surgery hours and the surgery was overcrowded, no one knowing who was a patient or who were waiting for a prescriptions! I think that situation was remedied by issuing patients with a laminated yellow card to show they were waiting to see the doctor but no way of knowing who was first in the queue! At that time one had to memorise all the faces with yellow cards on entering to know when it was your turn!

            • Hello Jenny,
              I do remember the yellow cards. I think it was probably easy to remember who was the last patient to enter the surgery.He or she would have a red face due to the exertion of opening the door from the street. I used to have to put my shoulder to the door because it was so heavy. You had to be fairly fit to go to see the doctor!

      • my cousin use to work at chemist when mr greenwood was the chemist her name is janice philpotts ne royston that was in or around 1955 barbara glossop ne sewell

            • It is the same family, Sewell Road at Halfway. See Keith Hodkin on this site, another relative. I will see if you surname of Glossop links too me and takes it back 600 years.

              • I have lost touch with that side of my family my dad Leslie had a brother Glynis and a sister Claris and Annie and Audrey all of them are dead now

              • I think they named it after his grandad who I believe was a justice of the peace I don’t know if there are any more of the family left as I am73 my dad was married to Bertha Jewkes who he met at the public house at halfway where the roundabout is now she use to play the panio there Barbara

    • yes it was there after they stopped doing perscipions in doctors surgery then it went to bridge st where halifax use to be next door to where it is now i have lived in village all my 72 years so i remember the changes

    • Yes, you are correct it was a Chemist shop.
      I cannot remember the name, but a friend of my mums worked at the shop and I remember going into the chemist early 80’s.

  72. hi i love this website so much, my family were born in killamarsh, does anyone remember Albert and Maragert Burdett they had a son Tom burdett (my dad) im looking into our family tree which includs the Paulucci’s has my great grandma was Mary Ann who married William burdett, There are some pictures on here of my grandad and my dad’s cousin william burdett (capt) in the football team. I would love to put some pictures on here that i have. but if anyone can remember my family would they please leave a post. many thanks.

    • Hi April I have a mate called Peter Lawson who is also a member of the same family .Do you know him? He also lives in the village
      Regards Ron M.

      • Sorry i dont know him, but i dont know half my dad’s family. I could only give a handfull of people i know. My dad didnt say much about his family, my dad’s cousin mary royston is still in killamarsh, but she too doesnt say much. i have a half brother terry but sadly we dont talk. i go to killamarsh has often has i can i love it there believe it or not and i go to my grandma and grandad burdett’s grave to put flowers on. I found william and annie burdett’s grave while there, dad was very close to bill but thats all i really know. I used to see dad’s aunty emma ne burdett and uncle george gee until there deaths. Im hoping to get to killamarsh in the next two weeks if that helps. many thanks april.

    • Interested to see the surname of Burdett again, Clara Burdett nee Northridge 1866-1936 my 4th cousin 2x removed, husband was Alfred Burdett born 1862. Known children Gertrude 1887, Ellen 1890-1908, Charles 1892, Hilda 1893, William 1892, Minnie 1902, all children born at Killamarsh and all my 5th cousins 1x removed

      • Sorry i dont know him, but i dont know half my dad’s family. I could only give a handfull of people i know. My dad didnt say much about his family, my dad’s cousin mary royston is still in killamarsh, but she too doesnt say much. i have a half brother terry but sadly we dont talk. i go to killamarsh has often has i can i love it there believe it or not and i go to my grandma and grandad burdett’s grave to put flowers on. I found william and annie burdett’s grave while there, dad was very close to bill but thats all i really know. I used to see dad’s aunty emma ne burdett and uncle george gee until there deaths. Im hoping to get to killamarsh in the next two weeks if that helps. many thanks april.

        • hi nigel, yes they are on my tree alfred was my great granddad william’s brother. Im still looking for people but no doubt i will find them in time many thanks april

  73. Hi All, I am interested in all this stuff, and particularly the comment from Michael Booth. My great grandparents also lived in Wagstaff Villas (where were they??) but aren’t the same people Michael mentions. Does anyone know of Joe and Gertrude Booth? (This Joseph Booth is nothing to do with the old bus company). Thanks.

    Am also interested in collecting any comments/memories anyone may have about the Mill at Halfway and the discos in the Leisure Centre in the mid 70s. Pictures especially! Project being done by my friend or pass comments to me please! Thanks!!!

    • There was a Gertrude booth lived on Sheffield road on the right hand side looking away from lock hill they had a son called Eddie who worked at Hoover’s mill then at Holbrook precision who died in his middle forties he lived in a row of terraced houses on the left-hand side after the sincerest estate on westhorpe

      • terry,eddie booth was my foreman at holbrook you know the mill at halfway was turned into a pub.this has now been pulled down.mick.w.

  74. As always I find this site of great interest, with some of the newest pictures put on it by V. Hopkinson it has confirmed many thing about my family in Killamarsh and the sheer numbers of relatives I have had in the village going back at least 12 generations. All branches of my family were from or lived in the village at one time. Many related to each other and never knowing. The latest are (see pictures) George Burnham 1866-1942 2nd cousin 3x removed, mothers, fathers line, George could be related to Victoria Pendleton, Olympian. Arthur Hayes 2nd cousin 3x removed fathers, fathers, line. Arthur should linked to Mick Jagger and events at the charge of the light brigade

  75. Hello. Who remembers the Nags Head Football pitch (where the Rose Way Estate is now)? Did you play in a team there? As teenagers we thought it was very cool and exiting shouting and cheering the local teams. Even went to an ‘Away’ Match at the Miners Welfare ground at Eckington.

    Any memories out there!!

    • I played on the Nag field about 1983.It was a match to raise funds for the injured in the Falklands war.The teams were from the Crown. Boys v girls.Must find the pictures.

    • yes remember it well allso when it was the queens coranation in 1953 there was a big party there for all the children we was all in fancy dress and lots of entertainent including the singer billy lodge if any one remembers him my mother use to play the piano at nags

      • Billy Lodge was my uncle, who sadly died at the age of 53, when I was 19; however, I have very many happy and fond childhood memories of him. Many years ago, as a young boy I went with my family to hear him sing at the old Holbrook Club in Halfway. I can’t remember a great deal of the evening, but one thing I do clearly remember, the place was full, so it just goes to show how popular he must have been as a singer in those days. I truly believe If he were around today he could have been good enough to make records.

        • My mother use to play panio to billie at the prince of Wales hotel at barbers row top of renishaw hill her name was Bertha sewell

        • He was a well known and much loved singer. I can recall him singing also at the Nethergreen club and Killamarsh miners welfare.When word got about these places were packed. A much missed person for quite awhile around this area.Ron M.

    • Hello Margaret, I think that I was a year older than you and we went through school at the Endowed and later at Westfield together. I used to follow the two teams of Killamarsh Athletic for many years and even played for them a few times when they were short.

    • margaret,re nags head.i played there for 2/3 years.i was the best goalkeeper in the league.{so i thought} this was a long time ago. i am now 70years old

    • Hi.margaret.

  76. I remember the cafe on Kirkcroft Lane.It was called “The Sidewalk”.You could get a reasonable meal for 1/3d.Also the juke box 6d a play,1s.for 3 plays.This was 1964-ish.
    It was well attended by both Mods and Rockers,but there wasn’t much trouble,as I recall.

    • Hi Ted.
      Just found this brilliant site. I remember the Sidewalk Cafe. My Dad, Ted Crofts (fish and chips long before the Admiral) took me to eat there when Mum was in hospital.
      Good Juke box… “Glad all over” Dave Clarke Five?
      Hope you’re fit and well.

    • Hi Ted, as a child I lived on High Street, in the 50s and 60s we used to roam all over the place, people knew us and we knew them, I used to walk down Mallenders field onto Kirkcroft Lane, John Roddy was about my age, I think he lived with his grandparents at the sweet shop. Then you could go down Cats Arch, or get on the canal path. I went to the Endowed School from 1955-1962, the teachers I remember, Mrs Swift, Miss Tompkins, Miss Bell, Mr Beckett and Mr Harston the head, my school friends were Elaine Boulton, Ann Bailey, Angela Hodkin, Glenys Smallshaw, David Lilley, Phillip Whitehead, Peter Collis. I then went to the Secondary Modern at the top of Lock Hill, friends there were Linda Wombell, Valerie Gibbons, Janet Wells, Allan (Ben) Dopson, Anthony Shaw, I think that’s where I got to know you, as you lived at Norwood. The kids from around where I lived all walked to school, along Ashley Lane, Church Lane, then up the black path, or up the brick path that came out just below Cordies Post Office, no school buses then. Great web site, thanks

  77. Hello. Does anyone of you remember the Coop, replaced by (Tom Marsh shop) and for some years now a private residence on the Manor Estate? My memory only goes back to the Coop but would be interested to hear of any memories before that. One memory I have and I am sure Joan will recall this is doing our ‘Harry Worth’ in the windows! Easily amused we were. It would be good if anyone had photos especially of the house before the Coop.

    • Hi Margaret, I used to work at Tom Marsh in about 1968 it was bang across from your house. Norma Fretwell was manageress I think Tom Marsh was her uncle. Anne Pemberton worked there as well her Grandma lived on Fanny Avenue. We had some right laughs and used to look through the keyhole of the door adjoining the house next door the old woman had a glass eye and we used to say we could see her taking it out.

      • Hi Jennifer this is Ann’s aunty barbara we often talk about the time you worked at tom marshes and the laughs you ad i will tell her I have been in touch she still lives on brook street renishaw she as 3 grandchildren Rebecca nearly 16 Aiden 12 and Lilly 7 Barbara

    • The Manor branch of the Co-op was run by Eric Dobson and a girl I think was called Rita ? together with Les Drakett who started at the Co-op before me. I think he moved up to the Manor when I started and I took over his “Flour Lad” job at the Central.

    • I remember doing our’ Harry Worth’ in the Co op window and also remember sitting on the ladies wall next door to the shop. The only thing was we daren’t stand on the cellar trap door that belonged to the shop because she would come out and chase us off.To think that we had our own shop was great.I agree with you Margaret that someone may have photos, maybe long forgotten, of the shop as it was in our younger days.

    • before it was coop it was bartholamewes shop then i think they let it to coop and they still lived in house at the back

      • Hello Barbara, you have remembered correctly. My Grandma and Grandad owned the house and the shop.It was built at the beginning of the war expressly to cater for the needs of the occupants of the then new Manor estate. My grandparents had previously farmed at Comberwood and they retired to the shop. My grandma ran the shop which she referred to as The Stores. When she retired the shop was rented out to the Coop.

  78. Can anybody remember the coffee bar on Kirkcroft Lane, me and Hilda Hancock used to love going there, it used to get packed, we sat in the corner behind the door as you walked in. We used to play the juke box and Christine Brookfield used to to teach me and Hilda how to jive as a threesome. I remember Trevor Stones always used to stand at the counter talking to the woman who owned the coffee bar, I never knew her name, I think she had blonde hair.
    I don’t think we ever bought a drink, mind you we hadn’t got any money, nobody seem to bother about it. I can’t remember how long it was opened for before it closed down. Does anybody know when it opened was it 1962 and what was the name of it, I remember the record From a Jack to a King, and Deck of Cards by Wink Martindale, that seemed to be played a lot when we were there, did anybody go to the coffee bar at the same time!

    • I can remember the coffee bar, and it was run by a Blonde lady. Her Husband? / Partner? owned it but he was something of a rascal and seemed to spend quite a lot of time at Her Majesty’s pleasure.
      The jukebox played 5 tunes for a Bob and my favourite was “Let there be Drums”, by Sandy Nelson. I’ve still got the LP and always think back to the coffee bar when I hear that tune played.

      • Hi John thanks for your email, yes I have found memories of the coffee bar, we used to have a good laugh and loads used to concregate outside. We had such a good time when we were young, we didn’t have any money but we would go down to the pingle do you remember that, and we had a makeshift swing over a stream or dyke. Things were so simple, we used to meet up at the wreck, there was nothing there just a few old swings but we didn’t care.
        I used to have an ALBA tape recorder and every Saturday morning I used to tape the top records, good memories!
        Best Wishes Janet

    • Dear Janet, I reckon that you are spot on, with saying 1962 for the date of the coffee bar. All the records that I remember being played there were from that year. Then it went into 1963 — Well it would, wouldn’t it? Then tunes such as Dance On by The Shadows and Please Please Me by The Beatles started being heard. All the kids at the Coffee Bar thought they were very cool — I did ! Also Janet, I can remember you being in the same class as me at the Endowed School. It was a nice time for being young. All the best Rob Royston

      • Hi Janet, I remember going in the coffee bar with our Linda. We used to go to the pictures and then the coffee bar on the way back. I must have only been about 10 and Linda 15. I remember them playing Rubber Ball and The night has a thousand eyes.

        • Hi Jennifer how are you, our Lorraine is coming over this weekend to stay with us, she will be here on Sunday so I will tell her you have emailed. Did you see your photo at the reunion that as been put on photo gallery you Linda and our Lorraine at the Crown Pub, its good. Yes I used to tape Knight as a Thousand Eyes and Rubber Ball they were great,
          Remind me to your Linda Take Care Janet

      • Hi Rob I have just been in touch with Hilda Hancock because I can’t remember you. I started Endowed in January 1958 when I was 10, and left in September for Killamarsh SM. My first day I remember in the play ground everybody chasing Alan Burdett trying to catch him because he was a good runner, anyway I caught him and all the kids got me to have a race with Alan because nobody could beat him and I think we drew. Then it snowed really heavy that January and we had to dig our way up the path and onto the road, the school yard was thick with snow, it was brill. I remember Christine Bartholomew was in our class and Linda Morton, I sat next to Hilda. Also there was Brian Waller and Graham Marsden. Can you remember a Raymond Harper he was from Thorne and come to live on White City but eventually went back to Thorne. They were good times, I loved it, we used to have to go to read to Headmaster Mr Harston.
        Do you still live in Killamarsh or have you moved. We have reunions once a year I organise them in Killamarsh usually the first week or second Friday in December and we have been going to the Crown Pub, we really enjoy it.
        It was nice hearing from you. Best Wishes Janet

        • Thanks a lot Ron, for your compliment, it means a lot. I try my best. I learnt to play at Killamarsh where that gritty and great background literally shaped my style of playing. I am still playing a lot and I hope other people in Killamarsh will have a listen and enjoy the music. So all the best Ron and everybody else on these pages. Rob Royston aka Prof.

          • Hi Rob thanks for your reply .I knew your youMum and Dad well .YourMum before she married lived in the cottage opposite the steelmelters pub.I used to go there with my dad when I was small .Bellive you have a sister but I dont recall her name. Ron M.

      • are you Ron Royston son that lived on ashley lane and ad a sister carnt remember her name if it is the same family you have a uncle maurice we all called bod he his 97 now and in the home in bridge street his daughters janice and jacqueline will be your cousins i live 3rd house up from congregational church been there 55years let me know if it is the same family barbara

    • Edwin (Ted) Fox on September 9, 2012 at 12:39 pm said:
      I remember the cafe on Kirkcroft Lane.It was called “The Sidewalk”.You could get a reasonable meal for 1/3d.Also the juke box 6d a play,1s.for 3 plays.This was 1964-ish.
      It was well attended by both Mods and Rockers,but there wasn’t much trouble,as I recall.

    • I also remember the coffee bar well,not sure when it first opened but i can remember going there a few times with Trev (spike) Stones,i worked with him briefly when i first started work in 1964,he had a 650 BSA and he would often take me pillion to the “caf” from work up netherthorpe lane thro’ the tunnel under the canal onto Kirkcroft lane,Billy Marsh from Eckington (another “rocker”) also used to go there as did quite a few more from Eckington…..

  79. I am trying to track down an ancestor. His name was Thomas Ryan and he was a Police Constable in Killamarsh and Barlborough.
    He was born in Ireland in 1850 and at sometime ended up in Belper.
    I have tried the Cencus and Police but cannot find any information.
    I think he was in Killamarsh around 1868. He was married to Ellen nee Kelly who was born in Ashbourne.
    Does anyone have any information that will help with this?
    Thank you.

  80. I found your excellent website a few weeks ago and it has given me enormous pleasure since then. I would like to congratulate the Killamarsh Heritage Society for their intention to reinstate the Killamarsh Central Station building and to provide activities and amenities for the local community and intending visitors.

    I started work as a British Railways trainee in April 1961 and my very first day at work was at Killamarsh Central where I worked for two months or so. I remember the staff and have seen the photograph of Bert Cox who was one of the two Leading Porters at that time. Bert Cox was a friend of my grandfather.

    As I am sure you know the local passenger services were withdrawn in March 1963 and I was working at Renishaw Central at that time. I was friends with Eric Ancliffe who was the Killamarsh Central booking clerk at the time of closure. I would just like to offer my support to your project and it is my intention to make a donation in due course. If I can be of help in any way, please do not hesitate to ask. I will be pleased to provide you with all the information that I can.

    Keith Hodkin

    • Hello Keith,
      I would like to take up your offer of help, I aim to start collecting memories by voice, please would you be my first recording? I am a volunteer of KHS and would be very grateful if we could meet up and start this project. My hope is that once complete, you will put me intouch with another willing memory maker.The intention is to have as many ways as possible of collecting and passing on our Heriatge.

      Kind regards

      • Hello Angela
        Yes I would be pleased to meet you and to make a voice contribution. I don’t live locally, I live in North Yorkshire but it is not a problem. I used to visit the Killamarsh area quite frequently until my mother died a couple of years ago. It doesn’t take long down the motorway.

    • Hi Keith. I also started work on the railway in 1956 at Beighton junction box as a train recorder. The two regular signalmen were Bill Oram and George surname i cant recall. Really as well as recording loco numbers we were expected to clean the windows polish brasses fetch water from Woodhouse Mill and lousiest job of all dig a hole on the railway bank and bury the contents of the chemical toilet.Great fun providing you didnt miss the hole and empty it on your feet.Just remembered 2nd mans name George Amos.After 3 months i started shift work days nights and aftersWas not very keen so left and went into engineering. Still it was an experience. Other lad i worked with was from Killamarsh called Donald Attenbrough. Wonder if he is still around..Regards RonM.

      • Hello Ron

        It sounds as though you made the right decision to exit Beighton Jcn. I knew Bill Oram and if my memory serves me correctly, he went on to be a relief station master and later a Freight Trains Inspector. I used to see him quite often in Sheaf House before I left the area in 1970. I think he was based in the Freight Movements Department.

        I notice you attended the chapel on Kirkcroft Lane, I did too. I went there for many years during the 1950’s, morning and afternoon. Whilst I can only remember a few of the children, I can remember the Sunday School teachers. Mr Morris (he seemed to be in charge), Mr Hopkinson, Mr Wilks and Des Wood. Des went to live in Halfway very close to me after I left Killamarsh. They were good days even though the toilet arrangements were very similar to your experiences at Beighton Jcn.

        Kind regards Keith H

      • Hi Keith I think the Bill Oram you mentioned was in fact Bills son.The Bill i knew at the time was getting on in yearsRegards Ron M

      • What comes round goes round.Went to the Docs today .Who walks out at the same time ?. Don Attenbrough would you believe it. Seems he does not live around here but Cornwall.Still nice to see he is still with us. We have not met for at least 40 years but recognised each other at once. RonM

      • Hello Nigel

        In response to your message. Yes my father was called Douglas and my mother Constance (Connie). You are correct about the Sewell name too. My grandmother was Sarah Ann Sewell (later Bacon) and her father was William Sewell.


        Keith H

        • hi kieth was your mother a school teacher i vagely remember that name but such a long time ago i have lost all trace of the sewell family as i am the only one of my family left the only other one i know is my cousin jeff flint whos mother was annie sewell before she married she was sister to my dad leslie and also i have a cousin maureen young hoes mother was clarris sewell before she got married she was also sister to my dad if you can tell me anything else about the sewell family i woud love to here from you love barbara glossop nee sewell

          • Hello Barbara
            I can confirm that my mother was a school teacher. She did not teach in Killamarsh apart from when she did some supply teaching at Killamarsh Endowed school in the early 1950’s.
            So far as the Sewell family are concerned, I do have some information which may be of interest to you, along with various images, including a photograph of my Great Grandfather William Sewell. Much of the data is contained in a Word file, or a scan, which I would be very pleased to send to you. From what I have read it would appear that we had the same Great Grandfather.
            Providing it is acceptable to you I would like to email you direct and wonder if you would mind asking the Killamarsh Heritage Society if they would be good enough to let me have your email address. I can then prepare the file and let you have the information etc very quickly. Look forward to hearing from you.
            Best wishes from Keith Hodkin

            • Hi Keith Thank you for replying I would be pleased to give you my email address I will ring pat from the kHS and tell her to pass it on to you thank you again and will look forward to hearing from you Barbara

  81. Does anyone out there remember the old chapel on Kirkcroft lane – across the road from the Welfare (a private residence now) In particular I have fond memories of going to pay the electric (don’t think it was the gas as we used to put our shillings in the meter for that!). My sister and I got quite excited when the bills came as we volunteered to go down with our Mum’s to pay it. The reason for our excitement was that we also volunteered to take the bills down for a selection of neighbours. They all gave us something for going!! I recall waiting to pay the bills – a bit like a doctor’s surgery.

    Did anyone go to chapel there and not just to pay bills like we did?

    • Hi Margaret I used to go to sunday school there about late 40 s early 50s The school was actually under the main building. It was converted into a dwelling by David Weston a number of years ago. I think he still lives there I used to take the gas money to Mr Lidilows .They lived up what we called dyke side. Regards Ron M.

        • i remember mr liddilow he worked at eckington gas house we traveled together with joan moss margaret walker and a few more i carnt remember there names when i worked at eckington coop drapery good times

  82. Does anybody have any photo’s of the netball team at Killamarsh Secondonary Modern School from 58 – 1962 Margaret Childs and Linda Watts were the shooters, Ann Louder and myself Janet Higginbottom both played either Centre, or Centre Attack I think Pauline Gillett was in the team, Hilda Hancock, Margaret Chamberlain but not 100% not sure can’t remember who else was in it., When we were playing away at Clowne we went on a coach with the football team, I really loved playing netball but can’t ever remember a photo of us all being taken together, was the PE teacher Mrs Roberts, I hated it when Miss Briggs took us for PE we spent our time in the assembly hall dancing Gay Gordons or whatever. Can anybody remember who was in the team and do you have any photo’s that you can post on photo gallery it would be good to see them.
    Janet Higginbottom

  83. I was born at 33 High Street which is now no. 54 and lived there from 1944 to 1946, with my younger sister Jean, who was also born there, and my mother. Dad was away in Egypt as he was a soldier. He sent “soldiers parcels” and I still have my Egypt bag to this day. There were no houses to be had but while he was still away they built the prefabs and Mum and Dad were given one. I was only four years old but remember how exciting it was to have a proper toilet and a bathroom and even a fridge. They were lovely and they still are to this day. My mother says that they used to have the feast on that land before that. My grandad,Reuben Beedham from High Street set privet all round ready for my dad coming home from the war, and it was always kept very neat. It doesn’t look like that today as it has been left to grow wild.

    I loved those prefabs and I stayed there until 1964 until My husband and myself bought a house of our own. That prefab has many memories for us as my dad died there in 1962, I got married from there in 1963 and Jean in 1964.

    I have lived in Killamarsh all my life, going first to the Endowed School and then to the Secondary Modern school, and I am extremely disappointed to learn that the prefabs are being pulled down. I can see no valid reason for it except that those in charge have more money than sense. Oriiginally, they were quite cold as we had a tiny fire with doors to heat the whole house. Now they have central heating, new kitchens and windows and doors and yes, even a new roof. Our roof was asbestos and when it rained it made a lot of noise and I loved it. We had lovely neighbours and plenty of children to play with. Crystal Lindley and Brenda Marsdon to name only a few. There was plenty of space to play and it was safe from cars. Ours was the first one when you came on the lane off Bridge Street, and the best one. It had the sun follow all round all day. We had big games of cricket, spinning tops, snobs, hopscotch and rounders in that top corner. There was no better place for children to be brought up. We didn’t need to wander too far as we had all we needed.

    I am now 70 years old now and I walked round the other night to have a look at them and they looked lovely. All clean and tidy and peaceful, some with nice fencing and plenty of parking space. Different from when we lived there with all those children, but nice all the same. It’s a shame to get rid of them as they look lovely painted cream. Please think again

    • Hello Pat, I can remember when you lived in the Pre-fabs and I was sorry to see they are to be demolished. I lived in the row of houses across the pre-fab road from the Picture house. There is a photo in the gallery showing a lady on a hay rake, being pulled by a shire horse on the fields where the pre-fabs were built. Our back gardens adjoined this field and the “Harness’s Feast” used to be held there every year until the pre-fabs were built, after which it moved up to the “rec”.
      The pre-fabs were built by German prisoner’s of war and I often heard my Mam (Ethel) saying that she often used to give them aspirins or odd treats. In return they carved wooden toys for me and it has been a standing joke in our family for years that when I grew uo the only toys I had were “the ones the German prisoners of war made!” (This is always followed by groans and the playing of imaginary violins!) I wish I still had the toys – they would be worth 1000’s now).
      Whilt I was growing up I used to be able to name almost every family who lived in the Pre-fabs, and I – along with some of the children who lived in the pre-fabs, along with the other kids in “Our Yard” , (the open area behind our houses), used to play on the 2 patches of grass and ride our bikes on the pre-fab road.
      Glad to see you are still well.

        • I certainly was. I started as a Flour Lad in late 1960 in the Central, working for Charlie Armstrong, (or MISTER Armstrong as he was always addressed) then.
          Cyril Rowbotham was General Manager of the Grocery Department,
          I then went to High Moor, (now part of Parsons Group Offices, working with Ron Ballinger, then to Wales Bar (Now the Ka-Ching Chinese restaurant) with Albert Winstone & Flo Tristram, then back to the Beer-off, with Vin Glover, who didn’t have very good health. I took over from him and managed the shop with at various times, Joyce Glover (Vin’s wife) Margaret Goodlad, Margaret Laycock, Linda Phelan ( Bobby Phelan;s daughter and a young girl called Angela ??

          I left in 1967 to join NAAFI attached to H M Ships.

          • Nice to hear from you again I started at the chemistacross the road from the beer off I workedwith Janet Pattison YvonneOaktonMargaret Goodlad workedthere as well. Gladys Thorpe became manageress and her sister Janet Grey both from Halfway workedthere but you had possibly left by then

            • I’m afraid I can’t picture you Ros, but I do remember that Mr Greenwood was the Chemist and some of the girls were Jean Walker, Yvonne, & later, Janet.
              I can remember however that we didn’t have a toilet in the Beer-off and we used to have to go across to either the Drapery Department or, after 5pm when they shut, we then went to the Chemists, as they stayed open until a bit later 6.30pm I think. As I commented before, Vin Glover the Manager had poor health so I used to work split shifts at the Beer-off (10.30am to 3pm then 6pm to 9pm) as in those days we had to work Licencing Hours, which meant closing at 9pm every night, and opening from 12-2pm on Sundays.
              I knew if I needed the loo after the chemist’s shut, it was tough!! Although I only lived along the road, in the row of 8 houses just past the Empire I couldn’t leave the shop as I was the only one there, (except on Thursday’s & Friday’s when one of the girls stayed until I think about

            • Wonder if the Yvonne Oakton mentioned in this piece is the same one I remember doing a tap dance and singing The Good Ship Lollipop with Gail Humphrys. That was way back around 1950-52 at the Endowed school.They must both have been around 5 years old.I wonder if either of them remember it. They were both so cute and really good as I remember it

            • Hi Ros nice to put a face to a name even if it was the wrong one sorry I got it wrong It was nice to meet both faces in the flesh Saturday night.Did your other half remember the plumbing incident I told you about,he can be excused if he didn,t I,ve just worked it out we moved to rectory rd in 1961 so it was at least 52 years ago so he may not remember Janet

      • Nice to hear from you John and that you remember us, that is my sister Jean and myself. I remember a few who lived in your row such as Terry in the first house, and you and your mum ad dad and I think a brother. Terry’s dad worked at the Atco and would take our shears to be sharpened to cut that notorious privet hedge. It all seems a lifetime ago now.

        • Hello Pat, it does seem like a lifetime ago. I can still remember a lot of the children who grew up on the Pre-fabs in the 1950’s and early 60’s.

    • I took a walk down memory lane a few weeks ago, down the footpath from just below where Johnson’s paint and paper shop was ( is it now a second hand shop?) and through the Bungalows to Lears Lane or Quarry Road to give it its proper title. I went up to the bend, where Rutter’s Farm was, and then back down to Sheffield Road and through the back of Hutchby’s row to the Pre-fab Road. I must say that the Bungalows looked pretty well looked after and cared for, so I would be surprised if they were scheduled for demolition.

  84. Hi Everyone

    Don’t forget our Book Sale which is to raise funds for our project.
    It will take place at Killamarsh Methodist Church, Sheffield Road from 12.00 noon to 4.30 pm on Sunday (1st July).
    If you like books I am sure you will find something you like.
    Hope to see you there.

  85. Does anybody remember the pubs in Killamarsh in their heyday when the same landlord was in the pub for donkey’s years, so long in fact that the pubs were referred to by the landlords name eg “Sibs” – Len Sibring at the West End, Tommy Claytons The Nag’s Head, Tom Baker The Crown Inn and my local at the time “Emsons”- Albert Emson at the Navigation Inn.
    At that time Saturday and Sunday nights used to get packed and people used to get up and sing (open mike night). It was always the same singers, Bill Rainer singing Diana, Sid Rainer singing anything and Harold “Buckwheat” Laws singing his theme song ” Rawhide”.
    It was the same every weekend, you knew who was getting up first and who would follow who and the songs they were going to sing (a bit like groundhog day), but everybody had a good time.

    • Michael: I do remember that the Navigation ran the Sheffield United Supporters Club. I was a member along with my Dad and two brothers late 60s and 1970s). We used to go to the Lane on an organised bus from Killamarsh on a Saturday afternoon (that was when matches were played on a Saturday and Tuesday evenings – not like now just to suit the TV), Do you remember Joan? I recall they arranged a visit to Bramall Lane where we had a tour one evening. I had just started night school. Which did I go to – my shorthand lesson or Bramall Lane. No prizes for guessing which won!

      • Hi Margaret,
        Being a supporter of the other team in Sheffield you make shorthand sound interesting, but on a serious note, I seem to remember that one of my former bosses at Westthorpe Pit was the secretary of the S.U.F.C. at the Navigation, his name was Sid Vernon, also, I seem to remember that Charlie Armstrong had something to do with it, perhaps Alan can through some light on this?

        • Hi Mike

          Dad was chairman of supporters club for years along with his trusted official Sid they were mainstays in the organisation. I remember Dad being interviewed on Calender News stood alongside the Co-op in his white smock.


          • Frank Smith another Westthorpe employee, was district secretary of the United supporters club. He wrote articles which appeared in the programmes at home matches.
            I believe that the Wednesday supporters club was run out if the Nags Head.

    • Hi Michael Do you remember Nagshead landlady Grace and her famous cry Time with your lotions. Best landlady ever.

      • Hi Ron,
        Yes I do remember Grace, although it was a pub that I never used much. I do remember that whenever I did go in you never saw Frank serving in the top room.

        • my mother played piano at nags head blacksmihs arms when it was right on the road side she also played at navigation here nane was bertha sewell can anyoneremember when they played dominios in side building at nags head barbara glossop nee sewell

      • ron, i remember grace as i used to play for the football local was the travellers rest as i lived at highmoor.cannot remember the landlords name. mick.w.

    • My mother Bertha Sewell use to play piano then electric organ at the navigation inn she use to play to the singers it was always packed Barbara glossop me sewell

  86. I heard last week that there are plans afoot to demolish the Bungalows on Sheffield Road, or as we have always affectinately known them as “the Prefabs”. As they were built to give homes to families post war and were not intended to last very long I think the “old dears” have served the village very well over the years. We as a famIly did not live there but I was slightly envious of friends at school who did. Living in the hub of the village” They were family bungalows then. I was asked recently by a girl who has only lived in the village about ten years. She, as I am sure many do, thought they were built for OAPs and was very interested in what we were able to tell her. Unforunately my knowledge is very limited but I am sure there are still residents who either once lived there or still do, have family who did and just like myself had friends there. What memories do you have and do you have any photos around. I could not even tell her when they were built!!

    Regards and looking foward to hearing from you all.

    • Hi Liz
      I am visiting relatives in Killamarsh and was upset to hear from my cousin that the prefabs are going to be demolished. As you say they have served the village well over the years and they must hold some fond memories with a lot of the villagers.It would be great if people could record their memories because I believe they will be a real loss to the village. Maybe some people could even have long forgotten photos in their homes that they could share with everyone.

    • Hi Liz.
      Although I never lived in the bungalows my aunt and uncle did over 50 years ago. The one thing I do remember about them is how cold they were during the winter months. They only had one small fireplace in the living room at that time and I remember my aunt telling my mum how very often they used to wake up in the mornings to find ice on the inside of the windows. One winter they even found ice covering the goldfish bowl.
      Happy days

        • No sorry,
          My aunt and uncle were called Joan and Gorden Clayton. They lived in either the second or third bungalow on the left hand side as you went up the main road through the bungalows.

  87. Hello.

    Does anyone remember when the Library was on Bridge Street – the block below the Post Office (where the Barbers is now)? I certainly remember going there after school. On reflection it was only one room but I thought it was marvellous – all those books. Am I correct also in thinking it was briefly on Sheffield Road, behind the newsagents or the print shop (can’t think which) before moving to its present position.

    Any more memories out there?

      • Hi Ros I remember going to there when MRS NEWTON ran the place. Still at school i tried to take out a copy of Nicholas Monseratts CRUEL SEA .She said that it had swear words in it so i could not have it .Dad got it me later . Very mild words compared to today.

    • A few more shops that I remember around the late 50’s/early 60’s are Mrs Greens selling tableware/ovenware and jewellery items, Mrs Enza’s grocery shop (where Benbrook Dental are)and next door a pet shop/hardware shop where we used to get fishing nets to fish for tadpoles,newts and sticklebacks in the canal.
      Mrs Ford’s who I believe sold embroidery silks etc – I used to go there(in the back room) for emboidery/sewing lessons on Saturday afternoons and Mrs O’Connells selling knitting wools and ladies and children’s underwear!

      • Jennifer: I definitely remember Mrs O’Connells. As my Dad used to say she could sell ‘fridges to Eskimos! When Mum used to send us in for something you always came out with a purchase even if it was not what you went in for. Don’t think we dare refuse them. It was organised chaos. Shelves full in the shop and in the back. You could never just pop in. She could never find what you wanted but insisted it was somewhere. If another customer came in she proceeded to serve them whilst looking for your item. She always found it though (or something similar!) As a child (we were a little scared of her) I thought it was marvellous – like Aladin’s Cave.

        Miss shops like this they were part of our village life!

      • That hardware shop belonged to my Dad he also sold toys as well . Mrs Lindley used to run the shop she used to mend nylon stockings .my Mum told me that one year we had tortoises at the shop and we kept them at home but I can’t remember that.My Dad also did a printing agency from the shop called Petts n Wardley they used to print the programes for the picture house on Sheffield Rd for the films of the month

    • I remember going to the library on Bridge Street, the children’s books were always kept in a large wooden box with a padlock on. I wonder why ?

  88. Regarding Westthorpe Colliery Gala I recall that it was held there for a few years. One memory that comes to mind is they used to take down a large piece of coal specially hewn out of the coal face ( it must have weighed between 3 or 4 cwt’s), This was for the Guess the Weight competition. I remember one year, one of the men charged with getting it there in one piece complaining about this at the pit. Having just started work at the pit I made the mistake of saying to him ” don,t forget it has to be brought back” Amid gales of laughter from other miners nearby he replied ” Nay lad this is magic coal, it will disappear after the gala”. Sure enough over the next three days it gradually disappeared. I guess Joe Batty on Upperthorpe Road didn’t sell much coal that week.

  89. Hello Robert,
    I remember the first gig you did with the Foot Tappers at the old Rectory. I can tell you that nobody would have guessed that you were only using one small amplifier as you were quite loud, of course this was before the days of heavy metal, it would probably seem tame now in this day and age.
    I have just sent the secretary a school photo to post on the site of all the boys in our class at Killamarsh Endowed School taken around 1957/58, I recognise you and most of the others on it, perhaps when you see it, you may be able to fill in the missing names.
    I also remember going to Westfield School with you and one or two more out of the same class from the Endowed School


    • I remember that photo mike, the missing names probably not in the right order are Tony Collins, Tommy Simpson, Graham Marsden- the two sat together- Brian Smith at the front. I havent got the photo in front of me. Have I missed any out ? All the best Rob

  90. anyone got a photo of miners welfare and freddy wheewels tanner hops <ken goodwin hawiaian nights savana band

  91. does anyone remember the hospital week parade i was facinated with the harlequine couloredmen blowing their bazookas

  92. I well remember Atkins’ shop as most Sunday afternoons after my dad came in from the Navi he would want his favourite sweets, MINT IMPERIALS, shops being closed on Sundays, I had to go to the back door and after knocking, eventually the door opened and I told the man (I believe he had a limp), what I wanted, he would take the the tanner (6 old pence) and then slam the the door.After about 5minutes the door would open and he would shove a bag in my hand with 4 ounce of sweets. Sometimes if my dad felt flush (or more likely had a pint too many of Stones beer ) he would give me a threepenny bit for going.
    Not being able to see what sweets were on offer I used to get three Penny Arrow bars.

  93. i have kept this,for many years, i was responcable for odd looking rabbits born whilst going to the secondry school1958 it was my turn to clean out the rabbits on a saturday, but i was getting late for my football, so i put all the rabbits in one pen out side,so i could clean them out quickly, this was the start of a new breed of rabbits, well i did not know what i had done did i

  94. I can remember we used to have a Beet Boby called Mr Gorden we allways seid Good Morning to him as we passed him to the Bus Stop to get the School Bus. He allways use to stand at the Side of the Tellyphone Box on Sheffield

  95. Does anybody remember the group started by four local lads in the 60,s, they called themselves “The Foot tappers” after the Shadows record. I believe the members consisted of :- Robert “prof” Roysten lead guitar
    Robert Weakford rhythm guitar
    Alan “goggy” Roberts bass guitar
    Keith Walker drums

    I also believe Terry Adair played in a group called ” Jade”

    • Hello Michael
      Terry Adair is still a very talented guitarist & I remember seeing him at the Cavendish Club in. Sheffield. He worked with me for a time at Fence Workshops Woodhouse Mill & he attends the school reunions at the Crown Pub.

    • I remember the Foot Tappers very well. I was the lead guitarist. We formed the band in 1963 and played our first gig on June 1 at the garden fete in the Killamarsh Rectory grounds. All three guitarists plugged into one tiny amplifier. I think our performance went down well. goggy Roberts and myself went on to form a group named Lazy Jake with Bob Jenkins and Roger Rutland. We were all from Killamarsh and proud of it. We went on to back Dave Berry but broke up in 1973. Thank you Michael for remembering us. I still remember you from our school days together you were a good lad.

      • Hi Robert, When you played in Lazy Jake who played the drums? Also I seem to remember that Goggy Roberts played the flute as well as bass guitar.

        • Bob Jenkins played the drums in Lazy Jake. Goggy Roberts played bass guitar flutes all sorts of things. Roger Rutland sang- very well . I just mooched around on guitar.

    • Yes i do,i used to go up to “profs”.. ( the Hank Marvin of Killamarsh).. house when he lived on Rectory road,and later Ashley lane,i tried learning to play guitar myself with the help of prof but i never took enough time out to learn properly,….although i could mime pretty well…wish i had listened to him more now….the group used to practice in the old rectory, the vicar at the time was kind enough to let them use a room, i used to go along and listen..i also believe there was a singer at one time too ….Pete?.. from Kiveton…Terry was/is a very talented player and i saw him and Jade quite a few times,..before i left Killamarsh i remember taking him for his first..i think..motorbike..a 500cc BSA ?,i went with him to Rotherham to bring it back as he only had a learner licence at the time,needless to say he persuaded me to let him ride it home with me as pillion….Paul

      • Hello Paul how could I ever forget you!! You used to make me laugh all the time ( in a nice way ) I am still playing the guitar alot — Have a listen to some music on Myspace Music Rob Royston Aka Prof I practiced for hours and hours a day at Killamarsh — Like I told you to — but you didnt You could have been my star pupil. Anyway Paul it is great to see that you have remembered the old days. Im very flattered to be honest. What are you up to these days? All the best Rob

  96. One of my memories of Killamarsh Feast was that when you walked to it down by the co-op and past the Ebenezer Gospel Hall you had to go over a small stream. This always had some kind of large wooden door spanning it while the Feast was there. Is the gospel hall still there?

    • Hello Michael
      The Gospel Hall is about to be demolished. I can remember it being built when I was in Junior school over 50 years ago.

    • yes the hall was demolished last week and is being replaced as you realise what facilities then were accepted become out dated but the lord is good

  97. Just found this site and found it very interesting as I too lived at Killamarsh on Delves Rd and know a few of the people who have contributed. The young man killed at Westthorpe Colliery in the late 60,s was called Alec Moore and I believe he lived on the manor estate. Tommy Holden was the manager and driver of the mobile co-op van and my late wife, Jackie worked alongside him for a good few years. He was also the driver of the fire engine, Another volunteer fireman came from Norwood, his name was Jack Popple and he used to be in charge of Westthorpe pit baths.

    • Yes Tommy did drive the fire engine , but my dad was the main driver Jim Wardley. it was only when they moved to Mosbro he didn’t drive as much as Mosbro station was fully manned . I remember your wife we were friends all way through school we started work at the Co op at the same time Jackie in grocery I went in the chemist

      • Hi Roz We lived in the old bungalow at the top of Station road wich has now gone .I came home from school and found mum in tears . The kitchen had caught fire from the cooker.Lucky for us your dad had called for the insurance money and put the fire out HE was a great guy.

        • Hi Ron
          Yes I thought he was great too but I would. I used to go with him collecting insurance on a Friday night , he did Woodhouse then,we went to one old lady’s house behind the shops on Woodhouse Rd her chimney was on fire he put that out then continued working. As a treat when we had finished we would call at the chippy at Woodhouse ,fish chips & a bottle of dandelion & burdock. Lovely

        • Hi my mum lived in the prefabs at number 42 ,her name is Marie Fox.Its a long shot ,but I was just wondering if anyone remembers her.She remembers Susan Gillet and it would be lovely if I could put her in touch with her.Many thanks.

      • Do you remember a fireman called i think Jack Doweling who lived in the cottage attached to Downs farmhouse

    • Alec Moore was a mate of mine, and i and many more were devastated when we heard the news,many broke down in tears,he did not live on the “manor” but in the houses just past the “Nags Head ” on the left,i went to his house with him quite often ..he was working in the winding house when he was killed,i was told by my friends dad who was one of the first on the scene his long hair had become entangled in the ropes on the winding wheel which dragged him in…what a great loss of a lovely young lad.Paul

      • My brother David Thompson was with Alex when he was killed it was so sad. He used to stay at our house on Delves Road some nights when he had been out with our David. I always remember seeing a row of shoes in the kitchen and would count them to see how many of his mates had stayed the night. The record Groovy kind of love was out at the time and if I hear it played to this day I think of Alex

      • Perhaps I can through some more light on the tragic death of Alec as I worked at Westthorpe at the time. He wasn’t killed in the winding house but was killed underground whilst working overtime after the dayshift. The actual location of the haulage engine where he was killed was known as M’S 8 counter haulage in the Thorncliffe seam.

        • I learned of this story more recently when I looked after alecs mum clarice until her passing. What a sad story. I also looked after your mum Jennifer around 10 years ago. She always let me borrow that Dr hook cd! X

  98. Reading the messages regarding some of the many shops that we once had in Killamarsh can anyone remember what was there before Unsworths shop on Bridge Street (where the chip shop is now) and when Unsworths had a much smaller shop on the opposite side of Bridge Steet?

    • My mom (Betty Buckley) used to live there with her aunt, Eliza Hancox at No. 15 Bridge Street during 1924 – 1939 about when the war started. She always talked about her bedroom in the attic. Dont know what is at No. 15 now. Mom came to South Africa after the war, had three children which all live here. She passed away 2007.

  99. Hi there, my Dad was Stanley Booth, who grew up in Wagstaff Villas along with his three sisters, Gwen, Joyce and Megan, and their brother Graham. Sadly Dad passed away in 2009 but Aunt Meg still lives in Killamarsh and Aunt Joyce is still going strong over in Stockport. When he was a boy, Dad worked for his father Fred and uncle Joe cleaning out the buses (Booth and Fisher’s) and later he drove for them. He married my mother, Marie Johnson, a Sheffield girl, and their best man was Jackie Gascoigne. I wonder if anyone remembers Dad or grandad Fred?

    • Yes I remember your grandad Fred my grandma was Hilda – his sister and my dad is Mervyn Pillinger who was your dads cousin so I suppose we are related somewhere along the line

      • Hi Susan, thanks for getting back to me – yes, I think it makes is second cousins or something like that! Am trying to piece together information on my Grandad Fred, but it is like looking for a needle in a haystack! Anything your Dad might know would be gratefully received! I met your grandma Hilda a couple of times with Dad when he visited Killamarsh.

        • Hello Michael, just browsing through this web site and saw your post dated May 3rd 2012 and saw my Dads name…Jackie Gascoigne..(Jack), your parents best man. Dad is still going strong.

      • Susan Pillinger. What a name from the past!
        Weren’t we the two snotty nosed tots living in Bridge Street? Pig tails come to mind!!
        Must have been about 1955/6? In 56 when I was four, we exchanged houses with my Grandfather, moving into the fish shop on Sheffield Road which my Dad was already running. (spent another 16 years sleeping over the shop)
        Where did you go? Or can anyone else help me here?

  100. You may have noticed on the Photo Gallery the photographs of the inside of the Empire Cinema.
    These must bring back lots of memories. Let us have your memories.


  101. Does anyone have memories of the March night in 1964 (???) when there was an explosion in the Westhorpe Colliery powder magazine. The criminal had come from London to break in presumably to steal the explosives. Unfortunately it blew up. We could most definitely hear it on the Manor Estate. It blew open our tall boy (not as exciting as it sounds – a piece of furniture and not a young man big for his age). The rumours soon spread around the school – pieces of body scattered for miles. Not sure where all these limbs came from – must have been a gang of at least 50 if the rumours were correct.

    Any memories out there.

    • Hello Margaret

      I remember the explosion at Westthorpe Pit & saw the article in national press. The man who broke into the explosives was named Ellis & he had parents who lived in Stanley Street when I wore short trousers.


      • Hi Margaret
        Talking about collieries, can you remember Johny Green he went to Killamarsh Secondary Modern, I remember being told that he had got killed down the pit, he wasn’t very old. I don’t think he had been left school all that long, he was one or two years older than me so he would have been 67 now. I always remember he had the most lovely blue eyes, they were so bright, I don’t know how it happened but I don’t think his mam wanted him to go down the pit. Does anybody know about this.

        • Hi Janet. I dont think John Green was killed in a pit accident. I believe it was in an Accident at Renishaw Iron Works.
          regards John

          • Hi John
            I had an email from Alan Armstrong about Johny Green and he said it was Renishaw Steel Works where he got trapped in a tumbler, I feel sure he died before we went to Aussie in 1963 and I was 16, so he wasn’t very old.

            • Hi janet,
              have done a bit of checking, johny was born in 1945 and registered as micheal john green and his death was registered in September 1966
              regards john

          • I agree John

            John Green was trapped in a tumbler at Renishaw Works that was switched on whilst he was inside. I think he would have been around 21 years of age but time has a way of playing tricks on the mind.



            • when i married my wife janet we lived with her mum at 8 rectory rd .opposite were john lived we went to see his mum and dad to say sorry not knowing that john was laid out in the front room a bit of a shock for us .we hadnotseen anything it before it upset both of us for a while.

    • Hi Margaret
      I remember the explosion when the powder magazine was blown up and as you say the force of it did a great deal of damage not only to human life but the surrounding area.
      I am sure in saying that the powder mag stood in the field opposite the row of houses down Boiley Lane and have also heard the rumour of human body parts being found in obscure places.
      My Dad and his colleagues were called into the Telephone Exchange that night to co ordinate the numerous calls that were made both in and out of the Colliery. It really must have been a logistical nightmare for them.
      Killamarsh had never seen or heard anything like it and hopefully will never do again.

    • The night of the explosion myself and a mate from Eckington were on an allnight carp fishing session at the Brickyard ponds at the top Station road .I was bailiff their at the time.It lit the sky up like nothing we had ever see .The earth shook and soil and loose stones rolled down the cliff at the front of us .The ponds surface rippled as tho hit by a strong wind altho there wasno wind that night. my dad turned up a little later to check if we were OK. What night that was.

  102. Hello Helen

    I believe I can be of help to you via family tree generated by my sister Jill.

    Please email the secretary of the Heritage Society who I will allow to pass on my private details.

    Nice to hear from you & look forward to your call / emails.


  103. Could Mr. Alan Armstrong please contact me. I was looking through the letters written in the memory bank and noticed a comment from Mr. Armstrong concerning the best friend of his grandfather who was Ernest Batterham. I am a Batterham descendant and would love to have contact with Mr, Armstrong for the research I am doing for my family history. My side of the Batterhams originated from Norfolk and lived Chesterfield and Sheffield including Killamarsh.
    Looking forward to hearing from Mr. Armstrong
    Helen Clarke nee Payne
    my mum was Hazel Batterham and her parents were Charles and Millicent Batterham.

  104. Hi Joan
    Was so happy to come across this site it made me remember such alot of my childhood in Killamarsh, I am trying to get a family tree together so would love to get any info from you, Jean and your mum. What relation was my grandma Rose Baker nee Mantel to your dad? I knew him as uncle Ken. I can remember calling on your mum and dad when they lived near the Richardsons (Caroline). I always got a warm welcome from them. Going back to my childhood do you remember the gospel hall that was run by the Tongues? It used to be near where the village centre is now. Reading some messages about the Co Op Bridge st I can remember going to see my mum and Jean there, and there was a woman called Mrs Howarth and a Mr Draper. I hope to keep in touch. Jayne

    • Hi Jayne
      It’s great to hear from you after all this time. Hope you are keeping well?. Mum, Jean and I would be able, I’m sure, to help you with any info you would need to help with your family tree.The Co op was the villages mainstay all those years ago, I remember pushing you in your pram to call in at the Drapery to say hello to your Mum.
      I think I am right in saying that your Grandma was my Dad’s cousin, but will make enquiries for you.
      Will let Jean know you have been in touch and please try and keep your memories of the village coming.
      Take care.

      • Hi Joan
        My sister Lorraine has been in contact with me tonight and she is coming over to Sheffield on Sunday and staying till Wednesday the 9th May. She was having a bit of trouble with her computer so she asked me to contact you, and wondered if she could meet you next Tuesday 8th May in Killamarsh at approx 7.30pm for a bit of a reunion, she said if you want to meet at Crown Kircroft Lane, Midland or whatever you think. My partner Barry will drop her off and she can get a taxi back.
        If you can get back to me asap and I can inform her, she is really looking forward to meeting you.

        See you

        • Hi Janet
          After reading your comment about Lorraine wanting to meet up on 8th May I will have to make my apologies for this time because as it is a Bank Holiday we have decided to take our touring caravan to the coast for a break away from it all. Tell Lorraine I really am very sorry.
          Hope to hear from you soon.

          • Hi Joan

            Thats ok we had forgotten it was bank holiday, don’t blame you for going away lets hope the weather improves for you. Anyway our Lorraine can get in touch with you another time.

    • Hi Jayne. How are you. I was reading this site and came across your name. What a blast from the past. Hope you are well. Look me up on facebook.
      Janet Saunby nee Drake…….

  105. both my mother and father lived in father was born there my mother moved from grassmoor chesterfield..
    my father is eric edmonds son of james and hilda edmonds had sister maurreen and brother colin from bridge mother daughter of irene and goddard she had a brother craven who went in the navy during the war..and they lived up dad used to walk my mum up lock hill after a date.
    i remeber my grandad edmonds had an allotment and lived nr navi pub..i was born in beighton where they moved when they got married..
    my grandad lived there all his life ..i lived top of killamarsh when i got married for a short time then moved out of area..

    my dad

  106. I remember as a young child going into the Juniors going with my Grandad
    Joe Booth. My Mum had her wedding reception there in 1947. Every Christmas
    Grandad and I would deliver porkpies and turkeys to people less fortunate in the Village . I also remeber that we would visit the bakery which had a cafe in bridge street and I would have a tub of icecream and grandad would put a spoonful of coffee in it fond memories

    • Hello Elaine
      I well remember your Grandfather Joe who was best friend to my Grandfather Ernest Batterham of Stanley Street. Joe gave me my first job at the bus garage in Holbrook pit yard & also in the garage at the bottom of Lock Hill. I was 12 years old & paid £2.50 for 40 hours. A lot of money for a lad of that age & era. Joe always carried bags of three-penny bits that he distributed to children in the village. He once gave a sermon at the Sheffield Road Chapel & stated ” if the sun is shining only on one side of the road then make sure you walk in its rays.” A generous man to Killamarsh & he will be remembered by all he helped that lived in my childhood days.
      His singing voice was described as a tuneless foghorn but he enjoyed the community singing we as children heard every Sunday service. To me he was lovely man & a great humanitarian.

      Alan Armstrong.

    • i liked going to the juniors when itwas empty of people and only joe booth there.he would ask if i wanted a game of snooker. of course i did. he allways paid. good man.mick.w.

  107. I have been asked if anyone has any memories they can share of Killamarsh Feast which took place every September and which the whole village used to attend.
    If you have any memories or photgraphs it would be great to hear from you.

    • I can remember that the feast was called “Harness’s”. Before the war the feast used to take place on the land behind the gardens of “Hutchby’s” row of 8 houses on Sheffield Road, just past the Empire Picture House, This was before The Bungalows were built, after which it moved up to the rec.
      My “Mam”, Ethel Hewitt (nee Price), used to make vast quantities of pickled marrow for Mrs Harness and she also used to do some washing for her. In return Mrs Harness used to give her free tickets for my brothers to use on the rides. I was too young to remember this happening, but Mam told me about it often enough.
      The feast people also used to comde to our houses for drinking water, which they carried in very shiny pails, shaped a bit like small milk churns, but with a spout and a filler cap.

      I can remember when the feast was on the rec that we used to go round the caravans asking them if they wanted any water fetching and if they did, we went to the old Boothy’s bus garage at the bottom of Nethermoor Lane and fill them from an outside tap, and then lug them back (across the dyke – it was quicker than going round the road) and back to the caravan. Payment was either a free ride ticket or a penny

  108. Walking the Cuckoo Way –
    Today I took my OAP bus pass & arrived from Lowgates Staveley to Killamarsh Sheffield Road bus stop.
    I made my way down to the Rother Valley Park via a path through the allotments at the rear of Newton’s houses. The view of the park from this location is one of peace & tranquility. This is unlike the view 45 years ago when a bull-rush swamp ran to a waste disposal tip frequented by many lapwings.
    I walked to the exit near the Juniors Club & remembered the former old wooden hut where I played snooker & billiards. There was a bowling green at the rear door where now is the car park. Now we have a red brick building that sells beer? Joe Booth would never have approved! Joe subsidized the club when I was a young man. His word was law! Across the road from the club are council bungalows that Joe built & gave to the authorities provided they housed tenants who looked after the club building & grounds.
    I saw the three statues on the railway side & feel this memorial is in keeping with the old Killamarsh values.
    Next I stood on the railway bridge & could well remember seeing the Flying Scotsman blowing steam & emitting a shrill whistle. The old station building is a shambles & there is much work to be done in that area.
    I walked from there following the old tow path all the way to Lowgates Staveley.
    A fantastic journey marred only by litter from uncaring people.
    I can recommend this experience & I could see lads in short trousers, from 55 years ago, playing from dawn till dusk along that path, in safe & sound conditions.
    We have a wealth of walks in the region between Killamarsh & Poolsbrook Park.
    A great day out complimented by beef sandwiches & a pork pie.

    Alan Armstrong.

  109. Hi Joan I see you have been in touch with our Lorraine, where abouts did you live in Killamarsh was it near to where we lived. Did you know Jennifer Pogmore who lived next door to us, and Susan and Kevin Thirtle who lived across the road, near Alan Burdett. I think Linda Thompson married Alan Purdy, I know quite a few years ago I organised a reunion in the Crown and our Lorraine came also Linda and Jennifer Thompson it was a good night, I still organise reunions now in the Crown on Kircroft Lane at Christmas we really enjoy them. Do you still live on the white city. Our Lorraine was really excited when I told her that you had asked about her, you will have to organise your own reunion for your age group from Endowed School it should be good.
    I will be in touch. Janet H

    • Hi Janet,
      The Jennifer Pogmore that you mention, could she be the one who I worked with at Walsh’s in 1967?
      Do you know what happened to her, and where she is now?
      I would be gratefull for any information, in my search for old work collegues.

      • Hi Roger

        I haven’t a clue where Jennifer Pogmore is now, we went to Aussie in 1963 and that was the last time I saw her, I believe her mam lived on Nether Avenue for a lot of years, she used to write to my mam when we came back from Aussie and lived in Blackpool. I don’t think there would be many names like Jennifer Pogmore so I would say she would have been the same person.
        Maybe someone will read these emails and might be able to let us know where she lives now, unless she’s moved out of the area completely.

      • Hi Roger
        I have posted some photo’s and they are in the photo’s gallery there is one with Jennifer Pogmore and my sister Lorraine, because we lived next door to one another on Nether Avenue, Jennifer would have been about 12 thereabouts on that photo

        • Hi Janet,
          Thanks very much. Yes, thats her!
          She is still in Killamarsh, and works part time at Kwik Kopy on Sheffield Road. (I believe she owns it!)
          Thanks also to Ros Tyas.

  110. Hi John we usually have it on Friday first or second week in December at the Crown on Kirkcroft Lane but I will post you the date nearer the time, I usually contact Phillip Burgess to see what date he thinks but I will let you know for definate. Thanks for letting me know the name of cinema best wishes Janet

  111. Janet Higginbotom was my maiden name. I remember walking to school on the canal from bridge street, crossing over the canal next to the pingle, and then up the black path. We spent many happy times in the pingle on a makeshift rope swinging over the dyke, I remember Frances Shaw dragging a Christmas Tree down the black path that he had won at Killamarsh Secondary Modern Christmas Raffle, then he won it again the following year and he had to drag it home again to white city we all had a good laugh. What was the name of the picture palace at bottom of bridge street, we used to go every Friday loved it, my dad who was Albert Higginbottom gave me a shilling for my spending money, I think it cost 9p to go in pictures and 3p for a lolly, so after my friday night at the flicks I had nothing left, I think we used to called one of the women ushers torchy because she was always shining the torch on you if you made a noise.
    When I got home from the pictures my mam Mary Higginbottom and my sister Lorraine would be sat waiting for me to make them some chips, they both said how much they loved my chips, so I had to start peeling potatos. We moved to Killamarsh on Nether Avenue from Granville Lane Sheffield in 1957 because my dad got a job at Bramah’s Aircraft Factory doing Sheet Metal Work and became a foreman, we lived in a Bramahs house, I absolutely loved it because we had a bathroom and toilet, instead of having to go across the yard. My first school was Endowed and I sat next to Hilda Hancock and we are still friends to this day. I remember there was Christine Bartholomew, and Linda Morton, the headmaster was Mr Arston. I remember the first day I arrived in the play yard there was a lad called Alan Burdett and he was supposed to be the best runner in the school, anyway somebody was trying to catch him, and I caught him for them so all the kids made me have a race with him and I think we drew, I don’t think Alan was too pleased. I lived in Killamarsh from 1957 – 1963 then we emigrated to Aussie, but I must admit they were the best years of my life, I have never forgotten them and still organise reunions every year, even my old school flame comes to them Barry Morris it’s so good to see everybody.

    • Hi Janet
      My name is Joan Talbot(nee Mantle) and I was a friend of your sister Lorraine when you first came to live in Killamarsh. I have happy memories of hours spent in your house on Nether Avenue where your Lorraine and I would cut the dolls out of the Bunty comic and dress them in the clothes that came with them.Do you remember the ones I mean they came with tags and you had to hang them over the dolls shoulders that we had cut out. When I think back they were very primitive but what fun we had with them.I lost track with your family when you emigrated to Australia and would love to hear from Lorraine again if possible. Maybe you could get her to put something on our memory bank? that would be great. Hope to hear from you soon.

      • Hi Joan
        Thank you for your reply. Yes I know about the paper dolls I used to love them, and I do remember our Lorraine loving the Bunty. We have just got back from caravan today so I thought I would contact you. You must have gone to Endowed School then, our Lorraine lives in St Annes Blackpool I have tried to contact her but no reply, when I do I will tell her to go onto the memory bank she will be glad to hear from you. Sometimes she comes over for the weekend so next time she does maybe you could arrange to meet, you will remember the Thirtles across the road from us on Nether Avenue, I have forgot their names, our Lorraine will remember.

        • hi , Im a nephew of the Thirtles , Derick, Eunice n my cousins are Kevin .Sue n Jayne.My name is Andrew Caudwell & lived on Sheepcote Rd.Uncle Derick had a Robbin Reliant, we always laughed when he went over the railway bidge on the way to Halfway, the thing left the road as if it had been shot out of a rocket

          • Andrew: Are you brother of Elaine. I work at the Hallamshire Hospital and one day last week i called in the Post Office nearby. One of the staff there enquired which secondary school I attended and was I from Killamarsh. She told me she was Elaine Cauldwell and her Mum still lived in Killamarsh I thought it quite a coicidence that I had read your name on the Memory Bank only that week. Small world.


            • yes margret , for my sins ! elaine is my sister, she now lives in hillsbrough, our brother ian lives nr the hallampshire hostpital, but i now live in leeds

              • Andrew Have you seen one of the latest photos posted last week by Barry Thompson of The Endowed School. Would the Andrew Caudwell be yourself?

      • Hi Joan

        My sister Janet rang me today to tell me about the Killamarsh Heritage and Memory Bank and I have been fascinated to read some of the recollections on the website. I was really pleased to hear you had remembered playing with me at our house in Nether Avenue. I do remember the Bunty paper dolls well; they were great fun and I loved them too! As you say, our family emigrated to Australia in 1963 and I lost touch with all my good friends from Killamarsh Endowed. I attended the Brownies at the hut at the rear of the Navigation Inn and had quite a few friends from there too. We went on trips to Darley Dale and had bonfires. We also took part in events like the Easter bonnet parade and I still have photographs that were presented to me in an album when I left. It’s amazing how the memories flood back when you read other people’s recollections. I also recall Mr Arston and the Monday morning savings bank and Mrs Swift, also putting our chairs on our desks at the end of the day and saying prayers. I will definitely be keeping in touch and am really glad you contacted Janet.


        • Hi Lorraine
          It’s great to hear from you after all this time and as you say all the memories of our childhood come flooding back as we speak to different people.I was really upset when you emigrated to Australia and it took me ages to really get over the fact that I may never see you again, and here we are speaking to each other again after all those years and not really living too far away from one another. Keep looking on our memory bank and try and spark peoples memories because we are getting the older generation now and we have to record it whilst it is still relatively fresh in our minds. There must be so many people in Killamarsh with stories to share with us. Who knows we may be able to meet up sometime if you are ever in Killamarsh. Don’t forget keep the memories coming and it’s really great to hear from you.

          • Hi Joan

            Thanks for your reply. As you say it is amazing to think that we have got in contact again after all these years! I will definitely let you know when I am next in Sheffield; it would be lovely to meet up and share memories. Another couple of names that sprang to mind recently were Diane Hutchinson and the Roystons and Susan and Kevin Thirtle who were neighbours from Nether Avenue. Does anyone know if they are still in the area? Would love to hear any news.


            • Hi Lorraine
              Sorry I have been a while in replying to you I have been on holiday to Benidorm. I haven’t seen Diane Hutchings for a few years now but her Mum still lives in Killamarsh. The Royston family are now spread around the country but we see them occasionally when they come to visit relatives,
              Susan and Kevin Thirtle still live around the Nether Avenue area.
              Keep your memories coming and hope to hear from you soon.
              Joan x

    • Hi Janet .I dont remember you but i do well remember your your dad very well when i was a lad at Bramahs he was always good for a laugh and buying we lads a cuppa and a slice of dripping toast .fond memories. Ron M.

  112. I have put a full list of names on the photograph of the Killamarsh Home Guard circa 1943 as far as I know, with corrections at a later date. I have also discovered a missing name from the War Memorial, details to follow.

  113. Does any one recall the shops on Kirkcroft Lane and in particular I have a vague memory of one just past where Kirkcroft Avenue is now. Not sure what type of shop it was but I do remember being tempted occasionally to spend our collection money for St Giles Church on sweets there – we never did though! Also remember the Revitt family, who are a Killamarsh family, having a shop in that area. Can anyone refresh my memory with this?

    On reflection we had shops in random shops everywhere. in the Village. Does anyone remember on Upperthorpe Road the Coop which became Tom Marsh and Mr and Mrs Batty’s shop further down? There also used to be a shop on the top of Hut Lane. If we went a walk there was always a shop to pop in for our Black Jacks and kali!!

    These are some of the ones I remember. Over to you all to fill the gaps.

    • Revitt’s shop was on Church Lane at the side of the Crown.
      There was a terrace of houses below Revitt’s shop

      I think the shop on Hut Lane was run By the Westons.

      There was a shop at 6 Green Lane general groceries and sweets.

      Does anyone remember the mobile Co-op a driver and two assistants. Diane Lynch and ? Baumforth.

      • John:

        I do remember the Coop Mobile but cannot remember the names so I await with interest anyone else’s input. The name of the “Mobile Manager” I cannot think of at the moment but I am sure he lived on Bridge Street.

        However I do remember quite a few mobile shops at the time. Does anyone remember Davenport;s Beer at home? Obviously we did not sample it. More up our street was the Pop Man.


      • Hi John
        I worked on the Co op mobile in 1969-70 the Manager was Tommy Holden and at that time I worked with Jackie Watson.
        Diana Lynch worked at the old Co op shop on Station Road at Halfway, but I think when she worked on the mobile the other lady was called Jean Baumforth. It was hard work on the mobile but I enjoyed travelling round the village, serving all the different people.
        The mobile was parked up under the alleyway at the side of Halfway Co op.

      • Tommy Holden used to drive coop mobile Margaret Severn(goodlad) used to be on the van as well .My husbands dad Tommy Tyas used to be coop butcher mobile van before going in the shop which is now the Funeral Parlour (I think)

      • hi i remember revitts shop it was under the crown going down church lane we use to call on our way to school elaine revitt was at school same time around 1950 1952 there was a row of houses just below and right at the bottom was a double fronted shop selling greens then you turned left onto black path up to norwood school
        barbara glossop ne sewell

    • Some of the shops on Kircroft Lane were Birds which burnt down 1950’s my dad was there all night trying to put the fire out they lost 2 people from the shop I watched from my mums bedroom window I was about 7/8 There was Roddys shop John lives on station rd Cliff Marrison cobbler Dorothy hairdresser was round corner there was a betting shop on the other side of Kircroft there was a clothes shop which turned into a coffee bar I can remember going in with my brother there was also an electrical shop there was some houses Ken Gibbs used to live there the house next to the Church used to sell flowers out of his garden there was some shops at the bottom but can’t really remember those I can remember Jessie Green who lived down there & Marion Green who used to help run the Cubs

      • Ros: I do not have personal memories of the fire on Kirkcroft Lane but do recall my Mum telling me about it. As your Dad was part of the team trying to put the fire out where was he based? Was it the old Fire Station on Sheffield Road – between the Midland Pub and the row of terrace houses? Can anyone recall when it actually closed and does anyone have memories and/or photographs of it?


        • I dont know when the fire station closed, but Ido remember going up the steps on the outside of the building to go to the Red cross meetings when I was about 7 , it was like the st johns ambalane brigade of to day

        • Yes it was at the side of the midland ,it was a shame to close it then demolish it,I can remember my dad letting me slide down the pole he got one of the other firemen to catch me at the bottom I thought it was great ,I used to go & meet my dad on a Sunday morning all the firemen used to meet up for a social morning of playing snooker then they would go to the midland for a drink, happy days

        • I can remember the fire on Kirkcroft Lane. I’m pretty sure that one of the people who perished was called John Bird, (his parents owned or ran the shop) and the other lad was his mate, who’s name I cannot remember.
          I think the shop was in the front room of a semi detached house and the adjoining house was lived in by Ernest Morris(??) and his wife. I think both houses were a total loss & Ernest eventually moved up to Shepcote Lane on the White City.
          Ernest, along with “Shaky” Hall (I don’t know his given first name – he lived up at Westthorpe) used to drive the Coop van delivering customer’s grocery orders all around the district, especially Beighton.

      • I believe the electrical shop on Kirkcroft Lane lane was run by the Cleggs before they relocated on Bridge Street.
        Does any one remember who ran the fish and chip shop that was located in the front garden of a house on Sheffield Road opposite Nethermoor Lane?.

        • Hello John

          It belonged to Mrs Walker who would sell you 3d worth of chips if she liked you or knew your Mum. Also in that era was Mr Welcolm living in an adjacent house. He nightly took an enamel jug to Fox’s shop at the bottom of Stanley Street to be filled with brown ale.

          Alan Armstrong {former resident of Stanley Street in the 1950’s & 60’s}

          • Hi Alan i remember Mrs Walkers very well best chips around and wrapped up newspaper , not aloud now

            • Hello Gail

              Nice to hear from you. Killamarsh was a great village to young people when we were growing up. I have great memories. How are your family & where are they all.


              • Hi Alan,
                I live in a village just outside Worksop, Marys still at Killamarsh and so is Dorothy
                Margret at Bieghton and am afraid we have lost the rest of the family .Do you remember the youth club at chapel ,they where good times ,playing table tennis Gail

                • Hello Gail
                  Yes I remember most of my childhood with fondness.
                  I live in Lowgates & have been there 20years.
                  How is Mary?
                  I was a neighbour of Mary until moving away from the village & enjoyed a drink with her husband Peter in the Crown Friday nights.

                  Best wishes

    • i remember these shops battys shop is in the photo gallery top of hut lane was stones do you remember comber farm where butcher windle and kids lived colin doreen and terence im doreen

    • Does anyone remember the to shops in Station Road. At the bottom;Emeline Brights and half way up Mrs Wheeldons.They both sold sweets and pasteries Heaven for small boys and their pocket money.

    • hi Margaret I am Elaine Rivington, nee Revitt. My parents owned the shop at the top of Church lane for many years. The shop opened very early in the morning for the miners on day shift to get thier tobbaco and sweets to eat underground. About 8 30am used to help serve the school kids that called in for sweets, I was always late for school. The shop used to sell almost every thing ,greengroceries, groceries ,wet fish on Fridays hardwear and haberdashery .The shop closed about 8 30pm but always had regular customers coming to the back door for milk etc that they had forgotten untill my dad got a alsation dog not many called after that.

      • Hi Elaine I remember the shop me and my cousin Janice Royston always called for our sweets on way to school you was at school same time as us you live next door but one to my grandaughter Leanne her mum dad and brother live with her for now nice to talk to some of old school friends not to many of them left Barbara

  114. You may have read that Sheffield Spring Academy School have banned students from using words in a local dialect and colloquialisms.
    Come on everyone – let’s get together a good list of words and phrases we use in Killamarsh and that we are proud to use. Examples are: If you are badly you are ill. Supwiyo means – What’s wrong with you.
    There are lots more – let us have the ones you can think of and are proud to use.
    Keep them coming!

    • My next door neighbour in Todwick is a 70 odd year old Sheffielder born & bred, but he doesn’t know what I mean if I say I was smockraffled, or sprottling. Often when I am talking to him in the garden I deliberately use a word or phrase that was in common use when I grew up in Killamarsh, just to see his facial expressions and bewilderment. I then have to translate!!

      • Hi John. You bad lad lad . Fancy you talking to a DEE DAA like that. When they first moved out here we lads in various factories fell over laughing because we couldnt understand a word they said either .So i suppose we laughed at each other.Keep giggling it good for the soul . Best wishes Ron M.

        • Hi Ron,i too was a dee dah when i moved from Sheffield to Killamarsh in the fifties..yer cuz paul….if you are reading this John,i well remember the people you mention who worked at the co-op in Walesbar,my wife also worked there at the tender age of fifteen,i lived next door in the pub(1967),i also live at Todwick and have for 16 years…

          • Hi Paul
            Just had a long chat with Ron Marshall and your name came up in conversation. I’m afraid I cannot put a face to your name, but was interested in your comments about your wife working at Wales Bar Co-op, but you didn’t mention her name.
            Albert Winstone was the Manager, Flo Tristram also worked there (I think Flo worked at the central for a while) She lived in East Terrace on Wales Bar, (just before you get to McClures).
            There was also a girl called Maureen, who lived In Kiveton.

            • Hi John,i knew Flo & Fred Tristram quite well as they both socialised in the Waleswood where my parents were landlord/lady,my wife’s name was Barbara Short and she also lived on East Terrace,the girl from Kiveton was Maureen Short my wife’s cousin who i also know very well and see quite often,she was the one who shown my wife “the ropes” so to speak when she started work at the co-op,at the time she had quite a large round to walk…including Swallownest/Kiveton/Aughton collecting orders and also worked at Norwood and Bridge Street co-op’s.We moved there from Killamarsh about 1967

              • When I worked at the Wales Bar Co-op, I too had to walk the rounds to collect orders etc. I used to catch the bus to Joey Lee’s corner and make my way back via Chantry Place, the Barracks Yards, Kiveton and Wales Bar. including the new houses built on Cherry Tree Drive & Almond Tree Road.

                I had a little brown attache case, with some change, Milk Tokens, a Check book, (not cheque, but the one where we used to write the members number and how much they had paid, so they would get their “divi” at half year end), samples of any special offers we were pushing each week, and one of those magic £1 and 10 bob note wallets which were a marvellous idea consisting of 2 cardboard backs joined together with 2 sets of black Knicker elastic. You opened the wallet, put the note in on top of the elastic, turned the wallet over and opened it again and the note was trapped under the elastic at the other side. I never did work out exactly how it worked, but it did.

                I also had to go to Aughton, again on the bus to the far end of the round, then walk it back though Swallownest and along Lodge Lane, then Aston, then back to Wales Bar on the bus.
                I also had to do the milk round every morning with Joe Burgess. I learned to drive on the milk round, although I wasn’t old enough to have a provisional licence, Joe would let me drive the milk van which was an old crash box Morris Commercial Van, whilst we delivered the milk right down to the bottom of Old Waleswood and then through Wales and Kiveton Park.
                If I remember correctly, Earnest Hume took my place at Wales Bar when I transferred to High Moor, which was managed by Tommy Holden, before he went driving the Mobile Shop. Ron Ballinger took Tommy’s place at High Moor and I went to the Beer-off at the bottom of Bridge Street, working with Vin Glover.

      • We also use to say Corsy for footpath. And giss it here smockraffled and a lot more i just carnt think of hand. Barbara

  115. Does anyone have fond memories of the Picture House on Sheffield Road – now the Doctors’ Surgery and before that the Bingo Hall. If my memory serves me well you could go three evenings a week to see films. There was also the Saturday matinee which was such a treat to us kids – perhaps not such a treat to the usherettes, a cinema full of kids without parents. It was thrills all the way through. Does anyone recall birthdays were celebrated in some way at the Saturday matinee? The evening shows, in particular Friday evening were always well subscribed. Unlike the present we always got at least two films. I was only allowed to go Friday evenings with my friend if my Sister went with her friend. We used to come out and get the Booth and Fishers bus up the hill to the Manor Estate. That was always bursting at the seams. It was sad when the Pictures closed to make way for the Bingo Hall. Our nearest after that was at Intake. The lady in the ticket booth I think was from Killamarsh and when our Pictures was still open she served both. We were always envious of her being able to see the films whilst working.

    Hope there are other memories out there.


    • The cinema was called the EMPIRE. Flyers distributed the by the cinema owners gave information on the forthcoming films .
      There was the logo on the front,
      E. Every
      M. Movie
      P. Picture
      I. Is
      R. Real
      E. Entertainment
      Oh happy days Stalls 3 old pence 6 old pence in the balcony.
      Was the cinema owned by a Miss /Mrs Ward who also owned the Rex Cinema at Intake?

      • Yes it was Miss Ward.
        I lived in the row of 8 houses just across the Pre-fab road and from being about 8 (1952- ish) I, and some of the other kids in the yard used to go to the Saturday Matinee. I think it was 6d to go in and 3d for an ice cream. We all used to pile out of the pictures after the show, acting out the characters’ who had been on the films. It was usually a cartoon, followed by either a cowboy – “The Durango Kid” was one favourite, or a Tarzan film.
        I can still remember that Tarzan would be in a right pickle at the end of every episode, either trapped in a burning temple or similar, with masonry crashing all around him, or tied to a stake, with 100’s of howling “savages” (am I allowed to say that now??) dancing round him, or trapped by an attacking pride of lions with nothing more than a loin-cloth and a dagger to defend himself with. Then the opening scene of next week’s episode would show the last bit of the previous episode, followed by “one bound & he was free!” I still don’t know how he always managed to escape, but of course, when he did, there was a mighty roar from the audience!
        Does anyone else remember that if the projector broke down, the kids would stamp their feet in unison, causing uproar. The lights would come on and Queenie & Nellie (the usherettes) would be rushing up and down the side ailes, shining their torches on the ringleaders!
        I can also remember, living almost next door to the pictures, that most Friday & Saturday nights, the queue for the second house often went round the bit of a car park area at the side & front of the pictures, across the pre-fab road past “Doxey’s End” (the end terrace house next to the pre-fab road) and along Sheffield Road, sometimes for quite a way, depending on what the film was.
        In those days Mrs Rutter from Nether House Farm (known to me as “the farm”) used to go to the pictures every Monday night, regardless of what the film was. She had her regular seat in the balcony (one and ninepence I think it cost upstairs – one & six in the stalls) and a (?) sixpenny ice cream tub in the interval – and that was her weekly entertainment.

    • Hi Margaret
      I remember the Saturday afternoon Matinees at the pictures. It cost 7 old pennies, 4d for admission and I think we were able to get a lollipop and sweets of some sort for the rest of our money.
      The usherette used to walk around with a torch and shine it along the rows of seats if we were making too much noise, or putting our feet up on the back of the seats in front of us.
      Elvis Presley films were our favourite, I clearly remember me and you swooning over him. I also remember banging our feet on the floor when a cowboy and indian film was reaching a crescendo and we would all be making a lot of noise and in would run the usheretts
      shining their torches and telling us to be quiet.What fun we had, I really do think it was our mission in life to make a real nuisance of ourselves but it was fun while it lasted.

      • Hi Joan
        I can remember one Saturday getting in for free as long as you took an empty PG Tips carton!!! Can anyone else remember this. Miss Ward always smoked slim cigars something like Hamlet. Me and my friends would call into the sweet shop (the one behind the bus shelter which is now empty) before going into the cinema. Usherette was called Queenie.

          • Before it was Hall’s it was Godber’s. I used to go there every day to buy 3 packets of 20 Senior Service & 20 Players for Mr Rutter, his 2 sons Ray & John and Ray’s mate Tommy Mallender. They used to give me 4 shillings each – the fags were 3s 11d and the 1 penny change was mine for going.
            I used to get 1 penny packets of Beech Nut chewing gum from the machine on the shop wall. Every 4th penny you got a free packet.

    • I used to go to the pictures on Friday the lady who owned the picture house was Miss Ward who took over from her dad the lady in the ticket office was Queenie Whitely her husband Len used to be there standing at the side with local bobby (Phelan) to stop trouble makers Nellie Hall was usherette Len Whitely was a fireman with my dad Jim Wardley

    • I remember being taken to the “pictures” at Killamarsh as a child, by my Mum and Dad. We used to walk over the ponds from Woodall and then walk home afterwards, often eating fish and chips. Mum and Dad lived in Killamarsh, the “Long Row” before I was born.

    • The lady in the ticket office was Mrs Batterham who was married to George a bus driver for Booth & Fisher. She lived in Bridge Street where Audio Vision is now situated. Queenie was the lady usherette with the torch who used to put you in the spotlight if you were noisy during the film. The back row had double seats for courting couples. Stalls cost nine pence & the balcony was one and six!
      Francis Thompson who lived at the bottom of Bridge Street was the local chimney sweep & had an advertisement shown at every performance showing a brush emerging from a pot. When we saw the brush appeared all the house went in uproar.
      The Three Stooges were a favourite with Saturday matinees.

      Alan Armstrong {former resident Stanley Street}

    • the ladie at the pay desk was my great aunte nellie (nellie hall ) she was also an usheratte.I remember when an Elvis film was showing, there were so many people trying to get in it would have been called a riot to day ! She came through the doors with her little cane and the crowd parted just like the seas of gallalea did !Thats when my self , my sister Elaine & my 2 cousins kevin & sue Thirtle walk in FREE.By the way is there any one out there who felt the cane on there neck when they were kissing on the back row ! better then any contraception today !

  116. I have this week been asked if I know anything about the steps which stick out the wall at the bottom of Ashley Lane.

    We used to use the steps to climb the wall into the field through which you could walk over towards the Welfare fields (now Munro/Ivyside/Mallender).

    We have always called them Grannies Teeth.

    Can anyone give any more information on this.


  117. Hello. Does anyone have memories of the St. Giles old Rectory on High Street (where Rectory Gardens are now)? As well as attending each Sunday for Sunday School before we progressed to the Church it provided alot of important dates for our social calendar back then in 1960s.
    I have fond memories of the Christmas Fayre there. We would queue to see Father Christmas for what seemed hours to us then up the stairs of this “mansion” which were always ornately decorated – they must have saved the milk bottle tops for months (plastic tops of today would not have been half as effective).

    Another important date was Bonfire Night. As well as the fire food was served in the courtyard of the Rectory – hotdogs, jacket potatoes etc. The food was always the important part for me.

    Finally does anyone remember the Whitsuntide Gala that was held in the grounds. I make it sound like Buckinham Palace don’t I? It did feel as grand to us. There was the usual stalls etc but I personally remember performing with The Endowed School Percussion Band at one of these Whit Fayres. I played the triangle.

    Looking foward to hear if anyone else has memories like mine.

    • I also have lovely memories of the old rectory and feel it was such a shame that it was removed, a loss to our village. I remember going to see Father Christmas there and also the summer fate, walking up the drive towards the rectory with stalls lining the drive and bunting made a wonderful sight. I also remember the maypole dancing which took place.
      All these events have been lost, what a shame.

      • The Rev Cheetham was the vicar in the 60’s he use to hold the Gala to raise money to build the church hall. I remember you could buy individual bricks I think they were 6 pence old money.

        • I can remember the galas at the old rectory over 50 years ago. It was the first time I had close contact with the rock & roll music of the day. Dave Berry & the Cruisers were performing one year & I was impressed. Fantastic times!

          Alan Armstrong {former resident of Stanley Street}

          • Yes they was performing at the gala it was 1961 I remember as I was expecting my first baby wish we had those days back everybody seemed to get involved then and family’s all getting together at these galas. Barbara glossop ne Sewell

    • Margaret .We have lived across from where the old rectory was since 1967 at no 45 .When we bought the house there was a tree in the front garden that hit the roof when it was windy.We had it felled across the road between the old rectory gates .Lucky for us they were there.Does any one remember old rectorMillner

      • I can remember Rector John Milner as I was an altar boy helping him with Holy Communion most Sundays, This would have been about 1953/54 and a couple of years after. John liked a dram and always called into the Navvy if he was making his way back up Bridge Street to the Church or the Rectory

        • Hi John. I remember you in church about that time.I was a choir boy around that time along with clive storer and david lane .David died a number of years ago now.Do you remember old Ben Stenton.Did you ever have to pump up the organ in the vestry at the back.Am i right in thinking Brian Green was in the choir at that time.Thanks for bringing back some old memories. Regards. Ron.M

          • Hi Ron
            I’m afraid I cannot place your name, but I can remember Ben Stenton, and Golly Batty the gravedigger. Golly had no teeth but was reputedly able to crack brazil nuts with his gums!!

            I wasn’t in the choir, but was a server for a few years.
            Was the Brian Green you mention, the lad who used to live in the far end house of the terrace of 4 which were the other side of the jennel from the “Hutchby’s Row” row of 8 where I lived? He was a few years older than me, so he would be over 70 now I should think.

            • Hi john yes its the same bloke he had a sister called Pauline. But have no fear Gollies lives on .His son Ronnie is his fathers double. If you can recall I lived in the old wooden bungalow at the top of Station road. Best wishes Ron M.

        • the reverant john milner married me and my husband in1957 yes he did like a drink and you had to hold your breath when starting the wedding service as sometimes he woud start with the funeral service but as look had it we got the right one which he did very well he woud then go straight across to crown pub for a drink or to when finnished
          barbara glossop ne sewell

          • I remember as a choir boy having to fetch Rev Milner out of the Crown many times for choir practice . We would finish and he would amble of back to the pub quite happily then up past the Welfare back up to the rectory. Ron M.

      • I remember the rev Milner well I can remember him going from the church and sitting in the shop across from the church for a cup of tea. I think he had something wrong with his legs he couldnt keep his ballance

        • Don’t think there was anything wrong with his legs only that he was always intoxicated but still gave a good service Barbara

    • I remember the old rectory we use to have a meeting for young wives we use to take our kids that were under school age with us as there wasnt a nursery then so kids use to play together with toys that we all gave after it was demolished we went to church hall for our meetings there was only a small group of us myself Sheila Wheewel Sheila mussen she came from Beighton her husband use to drive booth and fisher busses Russ Edmonds Maureem Edmonds carnt remember some of the others names mrs Sewell use to help she was the oldest one there was another older lady carnt remember her name but she use to make tea and biscuits for us we had some really good times trips out and different people coming and giving us talks and domontrations on different subjects I still have a electric hand wand mixer I bought from one of the demos in 1965 and its still going strong does anyone else remember the young wives group and any other names at that time. Barbara

  118. I thought there was a picture of Barracks yard ?
    Clara Northridge 4th cousin, 3x removed, she married Alfred Burdett, not sure of the connection to Burdett’s coaches at the moment.
    Sarah Greaves 3rd cousin 3x removed she married William Bracken. William was the last publican at The Boatman Inn, Norwood tunnel end, Chesterfield Canal, Killamarsh, circa 1908.

    • hi just to let you know alfred was my great grandfathers bother. fred burdett of burdett coaches is my dad’s cousin. my dad was tom burdett born 1921 his dad was albert burdett born 1894. hope it helps

  119. George Burnham my 2nd cousin 3x removed, St Giles Church organist and gardener to Reverend Francis James Metcalfe, rector of Killamarsh 1887-1912.
    Both of George’s son’s are buried at the side of Francis’s grave, one is called Francis George.