Colliery Rows

Added on Sep 05, 2017

My Childhood in the colliery rows in Burradon were the best days of my life, we had a great welfare (park), co-op, the smallest sweet shop, family butchers, and the smallest picture house you could ever find, which I fondly remember Saturday morning was the matinee of cowboys and Indians which to th [...]

Leaving the Rows

Added on Sep 05, 2017

I was born in 1961 and brought home to start life at 32 Office Row Burradon. This was also the house my Mother had been born in around 1932. It has been difficult remembering the order in which my neighbours lived, so forgive any errors. Number 32 was almost opposite the school gates and I often wou [...]


Added on Sep 05, 2017

School was rather different in the 20’s and 30’s. Mind you it was very highly regarded and the headmaster during that time (Mr Hindmarch) was a very forward looking man who wanted the best for every pupil. He employed a teaching staff second to none and always got good results. We, the pupils, loved [...]

The Camel's Hump

Added on Sep 05, 2017

The wind would be blowing a gale and we would stand on the camel's hump high above the rooftops with our coats above our heads and thrilled to be lifted off our feet and placed unceremoniously on our backsides to howls of laughter. The dust would whip up into the air and into your eyes and as a cons [...]


Added on Sep 05, 2017

This was an annual event that took place in what is known as race week in the month of June. It was known to all in the village as the school trip and was held for all the children, but those that were of school age were given an extra treat on that day. Although I do think a lot of the men folk loo [...]

Putting the Old Tank to Bed

Added on Sep 05, 2017

I often think back and remember the times I was awakened every morning with familiar noises of my old mining town of BURRADON. I lived in Office Row for 18 years till the old cottages were pulled down and we moved to Means Drive. The early morning buzzer was to remind the men it was time to go to [...]

NUFC Ball Boy

Added on Sep 05, 2017

Although Ryan lives hundreds of miles away, his heart remains in the North East and particularly with his beloved Newcastle United. According to his Grandmother Irene, Ryan could kick a ball before he could walk. Following his move South nearly 5 years ago, Ryan has returned every summer to visit hi [...]

Poems on the Coal Industry

Added on Sep 05, 2017

The mines are a closing The last whistle sounds It's the dole you are bound for No more work underground For all the coal miners Who suffered and died Who sweated and toiled With their sons by their side

Burradon Farm

Added on Sep 04, 2017

We moved to farms in Nine Banks (a village on the border of Cumberland and Northumberland) and Temperley Grange, Corbridge before arriving in Burradon in 1947. Burradon resembled a small town compared to the areas that I had lived previously. It was a small vibrant industrial community with a var [...]

Mrs. Honor Weightman

Added on Sep 03, 2017

My first memory is of a willful spoilt child - less than three years old. I was born in my grandparents home - a colliery house - a large living room with a ladder staircase up to the sleeping area. One large room under a sloping roof, adults could only stand up straight in the centre of the room. T [...]

Ties Across the Atlantic to America

Added on Sep 03, 2017

I thought I would send you some initial information about my great-grandfather, Robert Kirkley, while I work on more detailed information about his link to our United Mine Worker's of America union. I also intend to provide information about his first cousin, John Smith Wilson. While my grea [...]