Memories 1


My earliest memory is peddling round 23 South View back garden dressed in a hand knitted yellow cardigan
on a little trike Dad made for me and Clinton at the shipyard and brought them home in bits down his
trousers to get them out of the yard. His next adventure was even bigger, a garden swing it was a full
six foot high and in sections and that came home in his trousers too! incidentally the only bone Ive
ever broken was on that swing. I broke my thumb! We lived in South View with Nana and Grandad it was
their house but in the fullness of time they got their own elderly persons cottage in 20th Avenue,
now like most blokes Grandad liked a pint, his tipple was Exhibition and he'd trundle off on his trusty
steed, his Raleigh bike, up to the Willow Tree and one day, someone came running and said Grandad had
had an accident on Plessey Road so as one we were up and out hurtling round to Plessey Road like the
Broons only to find Grandad sitting in the road with his trusty Raleigh round his neck worse the wear
through Exhibition and the 390 bus waiting patiently to get past the old gentleman, Mabel (Nana) arrived
on the scene and dragged him back round the avenues giving him holy hell and the bike went against the fence
and never moved again. Shortly after that we moved to Plessey Road but Doris my Ma never liked it because
even then the road was very busy so eventually we moved to yup you got it back to South View this time
it was the Duxfields house no 22 and if you will excuse the OMG it faced the golf course and unlike now
there was nothing standing until you got to Seaton Delaval Hall, so once over the garden fence and a
single track railway line that was used once a day perhaps I had freedom and I spent so many happy years
on the course looking for golf balls to sell back to the golfers whether they wanted them or not and
looking for birds nests it was accepted in those days but quite rightly it is now frowned on and is
actually against the law to touch wild birds nests. I soon learned that and just spent my days looking
for the nests then watching as the days and weeks went on until the day the young ones fledged and
flew the nest and honest it was a better feeling than interfering with the nest, so young chappies
here endeth the semon. Read on with memories 2 for some more of my happy golf course memories!!

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