A Tour of
Vinegar Hill
Sketches Drawn
By Fred Carr
Resident on the hill from
1938------1953
sketches drawn from memory
Take a trip round the streets of the hill
With my sketches and relive the past.
Built Demolished
? 1970 ?
WARNING
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INTRODUCTION
I do not profess to be a writer but I though I’d try my hand at it. Putting sentences, paragraphs, and punctuation marks in the right places I haven’t much idea but I’ll try to the best of my ability.
I dedicate this little story to all the childhood days, a few which I recall as we carry on through the book. Anyone who lived On the “Hill” will remember the streets in the sketches and probably where they lived.
FRED CARR
Let's Start.
Access to the Gangway to the 'Hill' was from the back of the pit yard past the 'Waddle Fan Ventilation' system, a huge fan wheel which thundered round at great speed. The ground shook as you passed by; I was normally hanging onto my fathers hand as we passed. The pit canteen was situated on the right, a bit further on, passing this we would carry on up through the heap, actually it was the tippling plant, the Clanking of the tub couplings and the banging of the tubs entering tipplers was a bit nerve racking for a boy of 5-6, but it was a quick way to the gangway rather than ‘Grundy’s Bank' which was the longer way round to the hill. Once you got through the tippling plant you arrived at the Beginning of the 'Gangway' leading to the ‘Hill' sometimes with tubs of coal and manure on it waiting to be emptied.
As boys of 7-8 we used to jump from the gangway onto the huge pile of Manure from the pit ponies which had been dumped over the side. People could order it for their garden or allotments, which was good for the 'Dig for Victory' campaign.
SKETCH NO 1.
This sketch is looking towards the pit- I believe the far right hand side of the cutting top was ‘Paxton’s’ garden but not shown on this sketch.
After the plane crash in 1944 a good section of the gangway was demolished, steps were built up the rock face to the remaining section on the cutting top lead to the hill. Miners on the hill still used what was left of the gangway, but the steps led down to the pit yard instead of the heap. This section had also been repaired and made safe, as it had sustained quite a bit of damage in the crash and required repairing.
Before the plane crash we used the gangway to get to the pit canteen on Saturday mornings, and we also used the pit baths, instead of normally using the tin bath in front of the fire. There were quite a few of us who used the pit baths, we would cut through the ‘Heap’ with our towels and soap and use our fathers lockers, we would then have the luxury of a nice hot shower, we would then call in the canteen for pies to take home. By the time we cut back through the ‘Heap’ on the way home, we were as dirty as we were when we went, but we enjoyed every minute of it.
On the return journey at the end of the gangway on the hill, you came to the end of West Terrace, Baden Terrace, and Hollicarr Terrace. There used to be signs of the tub lines in the concrete as you left the gangway so the tubs must have come across to that point at one time, I surmise they were there for leading 'Officials' coals at some time.
SKETCH NO 2.
This sketch shows the point you would arrive at on leaving the gangway. The house on the left was the one demolished by the plane crash in March I944, the occupants at that time were the Richardson family fortunately there was no one killed in the house; unfortunately a gentleman did lose his life on the gangway that fateful day, by the name of Mr. George Heads.
SKETCH NO 3.
This sketch is looking up West Terrace and Baden Terrace, in the far distance is Tunstall Hills. The end of Hollycarr Terrace is in the foreground on the right; the streets on the right are shown in the book later on. On taking a stroll up these two rows of houses we can glance into one or two of the backyards, there we will see items that were a must for most households. First of all everyone had a big shovel for putting the coal in through the hatch on the outside wall into the coal house, this was also used for clearing snow in the winter. Every yard had its ashbin, as most things ended up on the fire in those days, hence loads of ashes, newspapers screwed up, and chopped up log ends for sticks were a must for getting the fire started on cold winter mornings, some had the luxury of a gas poker to get their fires started, saving time and energy of messing about with paper and sticks, most yards normally had a Tin Bath hanging on a wall somewhere, and of course a coal pail. I must mention of course the cold water tap at the bottom of the yard, most of these usually dripped, there must have been gallons of water lost over the years, the worst thing about these taps was during the winter months they often froze solid and had to be thawed out, usually with hot water poured over a piece of cloth which was placed over the tap did the trick, but sometimes you found yourself getting soaked from a pipe that had burst, you now had the job of trying to stem the flow of freezing water with numbed hands and fingers, it was no good trying the stop tap as this would be frozen from the dripping tap in the first place and covered in five or six inches of solid ice.
Most people had enamel buckets which were filled with water and kept inside the house, which saved the hassle of messing about on cold mornings, the outside toilets often froze up, and so pipes had to be well lagged, usually people placed a candle, or a small oil lamp in these toilets to burn through the night, which usually saved the day.
SKETCH NO 4.
We are at the top of Baden and West Terrace, looking to the left, we are facing towards the large pit Stone heap which dominated the sky line, and the smaller heap to the right was the one still in use before the colliery closed.
During the years the pit was producing coal, there was thousands of tons of waste teemed onto these heaps, this was a nightmare for the miners wives at that time, especially on washing days, if the wind was blowing from the west the clothes usually got covered with fine dust carried on the wind, and so the clothes landed up as dirty as they did before they were washed. There was also the chimney smoke belching out of most chimneys, sending soot downwards onto the clothes, and of course fires had be to on as this was the only means of having hot water to do the washing in the first place. Women had a hard time in those days before smokeless zones and the teeming of waste onto pit heaps was being carried out. The heaps were eventually leveled out after the closure of
Ryhope colliery, this area was made into part of a golf' course, which didn’t last long, and now houses the Venerable Bede School.
SKETCH NO 5.
Looking to the right, at the top of Baden and West Terrace, we are now looking down towards Harvey Terrace, this was a small street facing the Allotments, being a quiet street, I cannot remember any children in this street as I believe they were all elderly residents. I did however play with a boy who visited his grandparents, he had a unusual first name of 'Dempster' his grandparents were Charlie and Lizzie Johnson, as far as I know 'Dempster' is still living in Silksworth, and at one time was steward of the British Legion Club.
SKETCH NO 6.
This sketch is a view looking down the front of Baden Terrace, on the left is the adjoining streets, Harvey, Sunderland, Hugh, Sidney, Streatfield, Mafeking and Powell Terrace. The 'Cooperative Store' was situated at the top of Sidney Terrace; the Butchers Shop was also in Sidney Terrace a couple of doors down from the Store. I also remember two house shops, both in Baden Terrace, one was opposite the Store' called 'Earles', and the other was 'Smiths' which was opposite Powell Terrace, I can remember buying Sherbet, Liquorice Pipes, and small bottles of Ginger Beer at 'Earles' as a boy, this shop eventually closed but 'Smiths' carried on for quite a while selling, Oxo's, Sweets, Pop, and other bits and pieces. There was another house shop opened later in Powell Terrace which was called 'Browns', selling, Toffee Cakes, Toffee Apples, and later on Pie's and Pea's, as well as Mineral Waters. They later acquired a Prefabricated Hut on the land where Richardson's house had stood before being demolished by the crash of the Halifax Bomber in 1944.
There were of course other people who sold there wares, there was the fruiter known as 'Apple Dick' who frequented the 'Hill', and there was also the fishmonger selling his Culler Herring etc. I can also remember the Knife and Scissor man sharpening peoples blunt knives and scissors, I was always fascinated by the showers of sparks that shot from the grinding wheel which spun round as he peddled with the back wheel suspended off the ground, it was to anyone who was watching the Equivalent to today’s firework displays. There was the 'Milkman' who delivered milk straight from the churn, measured out with his ladles into your jug or bottle, I often fed his horse crusts of bread as he was busy serving milk, later on milk was served in pint, or gill bottles, and somehow didn’t seem the same as served from the churn, but was more hygienic.
SKETCH NO 7.
If we take a stroll down the first left, which are the front doors of Harvey and Sunderland Terraces, and turn right at the bottom, we can now see the end houses of Sunderland, Leechmere, Hugh, and Sidney Terraces, and in the distance Streatfield Terrace. The back lanes of these streets were football grounds, Cricket pitches and games arena's, most games had their own particular season, be it Marbles, or should I say 'Allie's', another favourite was 'Cannon' among many others; most of these games would be played after school, and on weekends. Most of the streets on the 'Hill' would be full of kids especially after school, after they had read their Beano's and Dandy's, and after tea, if they had got home early they would catch the end of ‘Mrs Dales Diary' which was on the radio from 3-45 till 4-00, another must was of course the shout 'Dick Barton's on, this started at 6-45 till 7-00, and then the street would be clear for fifteen minutes, after seven it would be back to normal. Everyone would be then talking about what would happen to 'Jock', 'Snowy', or 'Dick' and you would wait eagerly for the following episode the next night. Imagination played a big part in those days, especially with the ‘Radio', the variety of programmes stimulated your imagination to the full listening to the many Plays broadcast. 'Saturday Night Theatre' was a great favourite. Along with 'Mrs. Dales Diary' which was the 'Soap Opera' of those days, most kids would disappear off the streets at about 9 o'clock when ‘Just William' was on, just to hear the ranting of 'Violet Elizabeth Bott' who was always going to 'shop' William about the things he was always getting up to, and threatening to 'scream and scream and scream' if he didn’t stop. There were of course a lot of comedy programmes on the 'Radio' at this time, such as 'Itma' with Tommy Handley, 'Hippodrome' with Ramsbottom, Enoch, and Me, I never ever got to know who ‘Me' Was, ‘Rays a Laugh' with Ted Ray was another favourite. There was 'Big Band Music' with singers of the day, we also had intellectual programmes such as the ‘Brains Trust' which my father always listened to. There was quite a variety in the choice of programmes we could listen to, far better than the rubbish dished out on today’s TV, and you know obscene language was very rarely heard, and even then, normally just in the workplace.
Pace in them days was more leisurely, the 'Motor Car' wasn’t abundant as it is today, I remember my father telling me about Bob Jane, who lived in Sunderland Terrace, going for his driving test seven times before he eventually passed, he was over the moon at the time and came over to break the news to my father. Well it's time to move to the next streets which is Sidney, and the rooftops of Hugh Terrace.
SKETCH NO 8.
This sketch shows the 'Butchers' and the front doors of Sidney Terrace, from the roof tops of Hugh Terrace, around the comer, at the top, on the Left is the Co-p store, the ‘Butchers' was supplied from the main store in Ryhope Street, who had their own slaughter house at the rear. The butcher in charge of the store at Sidney Terrace in my time was called Ned Hayley, a fine butcher, and always very pleasant and helpful. The next door down from the butchers was occupied by the Bradley’s, there were three in the family, Vera, Peter, and Mark, I still see Peter pretty regularly, and Vera and Mark on odd occasions. The house up from the butchers was the store managers quarters adjoining the ‘Store', his name was Myton, he had a son called George whom I have never seen since I left the 'Hill' back in the fifties. I can recall one winter clearing snow from the paths around the store front and down to Myton’s front door, then Mr. Myton coming out of his front door and handing me a orange and a apple for the work I had done, I was off school that particular day and had to keep my eye out for the school board man, I was supposed to be off with a cold, anyway I didn’t get caught.
SKETCH NO 9.
Here we have the sketch showing the front of the ‘Store' at the top of Sidney Terrace, being the main shop on the 'Hill' it did very well, as the Main, Store' over the colliery in Ryhope Street, was at least a quarter of a mile away. Every week the order man from the ‘Co-op' would cal1 at the houses with his long order book and take your order, from, Gas Mantles' to 'Black Lead', 'Flour' to 'Fly Papers', but many things were rationed during the war years, and so you took what was available, regular customers got preference for such as Cigarettes, and other things hard to come by. The interior of the shop had a variety of odours, especially when the uncut bread came in, butter, cheese, flour, all had their unique smells, and of course the smell of Tobacco Twist on the back shelf On the outside of the ‘Store' below the windows on the sketch, there were two small slotted gratings, I noticed one day that there were quite a few coins lying on the small brick ledges on the inside, unable to get my fingers through the gratings I came up with an idea, living just down the street in Leechmere Terrace, I nipped home and got a pair of scissors, I got back and using the scissors extracted all the coins to the total sum of 1/9d, which was enough for a friend and myself to go to the 'Grand' with enough left over for sweets, and chips when we came out, I often looked through the gratings after that, hut never found more than the odd penny or halfpenny.
SKETCH NO 10.
Retracing our steps we go back down Sidney and Hugh Terrace, at the bottom is Leechmere Terrace, this was the street I lived in at N o.5, on the left at No.6 lived the 'Smiles' family, and to the right 'Filkins' and 'Starks' at numbers 4 and 3, L can't remember who lived in No.2, but 'Tumilty's' lived in No. l, in No.7 at the other end lived the 'Mould' family. During the war years if my father was in night shift at the same time as Mr. Mould, we sometimes shared the air raid shelter with Mrs. Mould in there yard, I dreaded this, as she would be praying throughout the air raid till the 'all clear' sounded- Like all boys our first 'Duty' in the mornings after an air raid was to search for shrapnel on the way to school, these lumps of jagged pieces of metal were heavy and razor sharp, sometimes they were still warm as we picked them up. I often think of the time we were on our wav to school one morning and were walking along the Silksworth railway line, it was just before the cutting that the gangway crossed, when one of the lads shouted and pointed to the 'Fins' of a bomb sticking out of the embankment, and then a lad who's name was Neil Beresford ran down and pulled it out, being a damp morning, the shale from the embankment was sticking to the bomb, which was an Incendiary type, Neil brought it up onto the track and commenced cleaning the muck off it by tapping it on the railway line, luckily it didn’t go off We set off through the cutting, passed by 'Grundy’s House' up towards the Wardens Shelter at the bottom of , Ralph Avenue', over the half door of the shelter was a warden having a cigarette, “What yer got there lads' he said, as we neared the shelter, 'Oh just a bomb' replied Neil, the warden, like 'Mr. Hodges' from 'Dads Army' went berserk. ‘Do Not Move' he said, and dashed out with a bucket of water in one hand and a bucket of sand in the other, 'Now lad give it here, gently now. Don’t Knock it' he said with a terrified look on his face - gingerly, he lowered the Bomb into the bucket of water, with a look of relief, he said now get away off to bloody school and be quick about it’ ‘what about me bomb' Said Neil, 'Bomb, I'11 give you bloody bomb get off to school' he said, and so we left him muttering to himself, as we made our way off down the Black Road on our way to Nelson Street School.
SKETCH No 11.
This sketch shows the corner of Streatfield Terrace and the front of Leechmere Terrace, the first 'Terminus' for the 'Hollycarrside' buses was Leechmere terrace, the buses reversed up the front of Sunderland and Harvey Terrace's and the 'Terminus' was the front of Leechmere, with the roads being in a bad state, they cancelled this after a while, and made the 'Terminus' at the top of Hewitt Avenue, where it remained till I left the 'Hill' in the fifties. In later years they eventually covered the streets with tarmac.
During the war I recall a Barrage Balloon on a winch in the field, the R.A.F lad in charge of it would let us keep hold of one of the ropes and let the winch out a couple of feet, taking us two or three feet off the ground, which we thought was great, I think he was a bit bored and was glad to have the company of all the kids. At the bottom of the field was the ‘Drive’ which was a dirt road which ran from Hewitt Avenue to Leechmere Road, beyond this was the ‘Artillery Camp’ which went by the name of ‘Tom Halls Camp’, stationed there were Anti-Aircraft gun emplacements, and Searchlights which during air-raids would scan the sky for enemy aircraft.
My father was a pianist and played in many public houses at weekends, on Saturday nights we often had soldiers and W.A.C.'s staying overnight, having been brought home by my mother and father, the piano in the house would go on till midnight with singers singing the songs of the day, Belle and Louie Cheshire would regularly be among the crowd, as well as others too numerous to mention. My mother often did a bit of washing for some of the lads from the 'Camp' which they would leave one weekend and pick up the next, they greatly appreciated, the help she gave them.
SKETCH No 12.
In the background of this sketch is the pit stone heaps, and to the right is the ‘Hope’, in front of these is Baden and West Terrace’s. In the foreground, on the left is Streatfield Terrace, to the right Leechmere Terrace, in the centre Sidney, Hugh and Sunderland Terrace’s. In the foreground also was the field where we played football, I can recall the field being used for corn back in about 1939-1941, and it being reaped and men putting it into stooks, after it had dried and ripened the thresher coming in with a traction Engine, and then it was well and truly thrashed.
Looking up the streets on the sketch, Streatfield and Sidney Terrace, there used to be an air-raid shelter at the top during the war, I believe it was there to accommodate the people who were shopping in the ‘Store' should there be a air-raid, normally most shelters were in there own backyards.
This little tale 1 remember involved this particular shelter, a lad called Ronnie Tatters, a well known name to anyone who lived on the 'Hill' at that time, acquired a couple of live 303 bullets, I believe from some Uncle who was in the forces and paying them a visit, Ronnie showed us these two bullets one day in the street and said he wished he had a gun to fire them, Ronnie disappeared into the house and came back with a hammer, looking around he placed one of the bullets on a little bit of curb stone in front of their house, he then hit the cartridge with the hammer, nothing happened, except the bullet came loose, and when he picked the cartridge up the powder poured out, taking the second bullet he placed this one on the curb stone, this time he hit the bullet at the thick end of the cartridge, this time there was a loud bang and pinging sounds as the bullet ricocheted up the street, by now there were quite a few who had been watching, we all ventured up the street looking for the bullet, after quite some time it was finally found, it was embedded in the shelter at the top of the street, it had gone in between the bricks, the soft sandy section which was the escape area of the shelter, Ronnie dug it out and it was a bit battered. I often think back to that day, had someone been passing at the top of the street they could have been killed, luckily no one was.
SKETCH NO 13.
This sketch shows Powell and Mafeking Terrace's, at the top, Baden and West Terrace, to the left Hollicarr Terrace. Now as I mentioned earlier about house shops, 'Browns' was situated in Powell and later moved to the end of West Terrace after the plane crash. I knew a few people who lived in these two streets, in Mafeking there was the 'McBurnies' the 'Ibbotson's' Jimmy, Barty, and Steve, there was also the 'Knowles' family, across the road there were the, Wardle's', George and Brian, and the, Hanson’s', were also in that street. Near the end of Powell Terrace, during the war years, there was a big water tank in case of fires, it eventually ended up as a dumping place for rubbish, and at the end of the war it was stripped down and removed. To the left of Powel1 Terrace is Hollicarr Terrace, at this end there was a communal air raid shelter, this was also knocked down after the war. I will always remember this being knocked down, as will a lad called 'Louis Llewellyn' who was involved in the following little tale, a crane with an iron ball on the end was used to demolish the shelter, after the workmen had finished for the day, they left the crane locked and secure and went off home. We were playing about in that area when who comes bye but Ronnie Tatters, eyeing up the crane" he went over to it and pulled on the door, somehow he managed to pull one corner of the door open, as , Louis' was the smallest Ronnie asked him to crawl in, Louis squeezed through the gap and got inside, Ronnie directed operations from the outside telling Louis which buttons to press, 'Press the green one' said Ronnie which Louis did suddenly there was a shudder and it started up 'Try moving them levers' said Ronnie, 'Louis tried one of the levers, this moved the jib to the left which in turn set the ball swinging, 'Try another one' said Ronnie, whatever Louis touched it increased the roar of the engine. Just then a ice cream' van that was passing pulled up and the driver got out, it was 'Peter Tricki' Jocks brother. Peter ran across to the crane and forced the door open, pulled Louis out and stopped the engine; everyone had disappeared like magic, by the time Peter went back to his van. Had Peter not turned up I could have imagined Louis knocking down Hollicarr terrace before its time.
SKETCH NO 14
This sketch depicts 'South View Terrace' and 'Grundy’s' bank, behind are other streets of the 'Hill' and the top of 'Hewitt Avenue' where the bus terminus was. At the bottom of the bank was the crossing gates, these railway lines led to Silksworth Colliery. On the right of the sketch were the allotments which housed quite a few pigeon Crees. Pigeons was always a hobby in the mining communities whether it was Ryhope, Silksworth, or other mining villages but not as prominent today. During winter months, if there had been a heavy snow fall ‘Grundy’s Bank' was a must for sledging, which we did in the heavy winters of the late 1940,s. I recall one particular winter sledging with a friend called 'Tommy Welsh' who had a dog called 'Prince' this dog used to run in and out of the wheels of the wagons and always came out unscathed in normal weather. This day as we were pulling our sledges to the top of the bank the train from Silksworth was passing the bottom, Tommy looked round for the dog and he was no where in sight, on sledging to the bottom two miners on their way home asked if we had a dog.
Tommy said he had, 'Well I'm sorry to tell you it’s just been run over by the train' said one of the miners. We ventured along the line to find the dog and eventually came upon it; it had been completely severed in half. Tommy couldn’t look at it, but he wanted it buried and asked another lad called Stan Douglas if he would do it. Stan went home and got a sack. On coming back he put the two halves of the dog in and carried it to the allotments to be buried. That day has always stuck in my memory. At the other end of South View terrace was a dirt path which led to the end of West terrace and gangway at the point where we started from. The road in the foreground leading to the left passed by timber yards on each side and led to the colliery yard. The timber yard on the right housed the saw mill which had a large circular saw. I was lucky not to lose a finger On that saw, my brother myself and a lad called Dickie Reed were messing about in the sawmill, Dickie set the saw away just as I had my hand near the blade and one of the teeth nicked the knuckle of my left forefinger, if my hand had been nearer I would have lost a finger.
If we carry on along the road we come to the pit yard, bypassing the yard and keeping right we pass under the gangway which leads us to the next sketch.
SKETCH NO15
In this sketch is my impression of West terrace,
The Gangway, the Silksworth Colliery Line, the 'Cutting' and in the foreground the pit pond. This was a pond of water and coal dust mixed, I surmise now that it was water from sprays on the heaps and Washery, Here was playground we relished on hot summer days, It was a habitat for Newts, Frogs, We plodged around the edge of the pond in thick sludge, caught newts and frogs and built rafts with pit props and went home with muddy boots and dirty clothes. The mud dried to a grey powder which we tried to brush off the best we could before we got home, the boots was polished with a handful of dried grass till they didn’t look so wet. The Cutting mound on the side nearest to the pit pond housed a large cave, this cave was nicknamed the 'Windy Cave' you entered the cave from the cutting side which was a small entrance, on entering you felt a strong breeze blowing, this was caused by the entrance on the other side of the cutting which was much larger. Inside the cave was total darkness, we took candles in to light our way through to the other side. In this cave there was a large skull discovered and is still housed in the Sunderland Museum, as far as I know. I often wonder if the cave still exists under that mound.
The area was all landscaped after the closure of the colliery, but is still there today, noticed by people of my age group. To the right is the gangway it was here that the main part of the plane that crashed was found.
Sketch No 16.
On that particular morning in 1944 the ‘Halifax’ passed by our bedroom window, I was still in my pyjamas. The plane passed by with the left wing about twenty feet from the bedroom window, I could make out three figures in the cock pit, I would estimate the plane passing the window was about four seconds, now this doesn’t seem much but if you turn your head slightly to the right and count four whilst moving your head to the left it seems longer, by the time I would have got to five, it was out of sight. I then went to the window, on the landing at the top of the stairs, there was no sign of it, after a while I caught sight of it Coming over the top of Baden and Harvey terrace heading south,
I watched it skimming over the roof tops till it got to the other end of Baden, at this point the left wing seemed to rise, and it disappeared at that point. Like the jungle drums, everyone on the Hill knew of the plane crash within minutes I recall being down there on the night time and the young airman on duty organizing races with the local kids, we had to run up West and Baden terrace to the top and back and the winners got a bit of 'Airplane glass’ we thought this was great. Tommy Welsh and I acquired some of this it must have been three-quarter of an inch thick; it was the forerunner of today’s Perspex.
We decided to make a couple of rings from it, but in those days we used a red hot poker as a boring tool, we bored two holes in it, and it absolutely stank, the smoke was thick and acrid. We then cut round the two holes with a hacksaw blade which took us hours we then filed the outside edges to smooth them off, with the remainder we made two small crosses which was much easier to cut with the hacksaw, over the years these disappeared, I often wish I still had them today.
Sketch No17
This sketch is a layout of the 'Hill' and the flight path of the plane as I saw it, after the plane had passed our window I lost sight of it till it emerged back over the houses, so the flight path after it passed Leechmere terrace I don’t know, but it emerged back over Baden and Harvey barely clearing the chimney pots ending up at the crash point.
The crash point is where we started our tour of the 'Hill’ I hope you enjoyed the little tour of a bygone age of somewhere that will never return, the older generation will remember these streets but the younger ones won’t.
Fred Carr.
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