“I do love when a snippet of information leads you on a journey of discovery, and you learn something new about a property in Newcastle that you thought you knew.” – Nichol Morton
This was Andersons, a general dealer and grocer. Here we could get a ‘cheap’ ice lolly after the cinema if money permitted for about 2d or 3d. These were called Jubblies, a watery orange ice lolly shaped like a pyramid about 3 – 4 inches in size and without a stick in a waxed cardboard covering. Tearing off one corner, you could squeeze the pyramid of ice up gradually as you enjoyed it. As you sucked away at it, the juice came out, leaving behind more of a pyramid of plain ice than a fruit lolly. They’re still available today for home freezing, but they are now only half their former size.
One of history’s dilemmas is that it tends to favor the well known, the grand gesture, the highly profiled. However, I find myself gripped with the idea that every man, woman and child who lives or has lived has or had their own story, and all small ordinary stories will influence the bigger stories in history. Every occupation enables a community to thrive; simply by going about their day-to-day lives, our ancestors played a part in creating history
In my infancy I can just recall this Baker’s shop as Masons the bakers from where we would get our bread. Thomas Mason and his wife worked here making their bread in the rear of the premises. Around 1951 this shop was to become the very first shop of Greggs the Bakers. John Gregg and his wife started up the well-known chain of bakers from here with just this one shop and a van round.
What food would have been on the historic table on Mothering Sunday?
One might expect a bowl of steeped peas fried in butter with salt and pepper in the North of England, or some pancakes known as carlings. An article in the Morpeth Herald dated 1888 suggests that in North East England the tradition of eating carlings on this day became so strong that it became known locally as Carling Sunday.
The first in a series of beautifully evocative walks through memories of Gosforth High Street. Robert’s tiny sweet shop, Walls Ice Cream and Clarkson’s Dolls Hospital.
Heart warming accounts of life in the Crippled Children’s Home Gosforth which later became known as the Sanderson Hospital. The site is currently being developed for housing.
On September 1st 1943 the Morpeth Herald carried an article headed simply Gosforth Pilot. Here is his story.
Charles Henry Lutman photographed above lived in Gosforth during the 60s and 70s. His family have a rich association with early flight, beginning with an 1899 flying machine built in a back yard and followed by early flight attempts from Newcastle Town Moor. The family went on to have a long and successful attachment to Newcastle through eighty years of trading as The Model Shop which can trace its family heritage back through three generations. In this exceptionally detailed post David Wardell follows the Lutman family from 1873 to 1995.