Warsop, Church Warsop & Warsop Vale My Childhood Memories
These memories were written after a drive on the 13 April 2010 with Pauline Marples who took the photographs.
I was born at No 18 King Road in 1948, my parents had moved into the house when it was newly built. Across the road were terraced houses, these have now been demolished and new houses are being built.
My dad worked at Warsop Main Colliery and he would leave home to walk down the lane to a path and a little old bridge which crossed the river Maun. He walked across the fields to work. On his way home, our cat used to wait for him in a tree near Windsor Drive, it would jump down and walk home with him.
An area near the bridge was known as Humps & Hollows or Hills & Holes, they used to have motor bike scrambles there. The gate is still there where we used to pay and watch them.
The day before I was two, we moved to Sycamore Street, Church Warsop. Our coal was delivered and left on the street, we had to get it in down very steep steps. Our house had a 1/- (shilling) gas meter and warm water was piped from the boiler house at the top of village. The gates to the boiler house are still there.
Mum didn’t have any modern household gadgets like we have to day. From our house you could see across the fields where we played. I had a sister and two brothers and if mum wanted us to come in for our tea she would stand at the landing window and wave.
This is my sister Maureen, brother Colin and me (Marylin) on the right
As kids we would go Carol singing for pennies, I remember once that Mr & Mrs M…. gave us 2/6d
Bethel Church was where I first went to Sunday School, most village kids went there. It was previously a Salvation Army building and was empty for some time, then Mr Tonks, his wife and sister started the Bethal Church. Mr Tonks was gardener for the pit manager. Behind the church were some Nissan huts with stoves in where they had the kids Christmas parties. At the side were greenhouses where tomatoes were grown.
Mr & Mrs Tonks
We used to go to Mrs Tonks house to practise for Sunday School anniversaries.
Mrs Tonks only died in February 2010 aged 97.
I went to Church Warsop Wood School, there was a massive clock on the wall, maybe it wasn’t that big but that’s how it looked to me. There was a little garden that we used to look after.
My next school was the one on the main road, Warsop Vale School, it was built by the colliery and there was a coal fire in each room – there was always plenty of coal. The hall which was the biggest room was upstairs, the dining room was downstairs.
Mr Penrose was the Headmaster his house was next to the school
The headmasters house
Doreen Tipple used to be the school Lollipop lady and Mrs Noble was the dinner lady who checked your hands before lunch. We used to put little bottles of milk on the pipes to thaw out. I remember the nit nurse used to come to school.
I used to catch the bus to Warsop Vale school it was one penny each way.
We had street parties for the Coronation I had a dress with Hip Hip Ho-ray on.
We used to go for picnics in the woods with mum and our aunties, we used to picnic under three beeches. We made dens in the woods and had hours of fun.
I remember going with my Dad to the pit on a Friday for his money and we would go into Mansfield and the Home Stores for a treat – a bottle of lucozade with a straw!
Miners Welfare We used to go on trip from the ‘Welfare’ and ‘Legion’, if your dad was a member you got 10/ to spend. We went to Cleethorpes, Skegness or Mablethorpe. My dad was a big Legion Man. The trips went from the station
A Trip Round Warsop Vale
At the back of the Town Hall was the baby clinic, I remember going there (possibly with my mum) for cod live oil and orange juice.
The Plough Inn is where I used to go for Ballet Lessons with Nita Evans from Forest Town they were held in an upstairs room.
Me at 55 Sycamore Street.
On the left is my cousin Kathleen Hatton, Maureen my sister is in the middle and I am on the right
We used to walk by the river after going to the Bethal Church, and I remember when I was about 11, they had been cleaning the river out and on the banks it was all silt. Suddenly a young lady started to sink in the silt, she was up to her knees in it and two young men from church grabbed her and pulled her out.
Up till recently the Mill was still grinding flour, it had been a working mill for years – now the upstairs has been turned into flats.
We used to go up Cuckney Hill chestnutting and for a walk to the Greendale Oak.
This was once a Railway bridge, the railway used to go towards Cuckney Hill,
The woods are lovely they have wood anemones, daffodils and bluebells.
This was the field where the pit ponies used to be when they used to come out of the pit each year. It has since been used for Athletics, Alley Cats Jazz Band and football.
Picture of Miners Welfare – we used to go on trip from the ‘Welfare’ and ‘Legion’, if your dad was a member you got 10/ to spend.
The lane known as the Black Pad because they used to put black shale down, it goes across the fields and comes out near the Miners Welfare.
A house on Bishops Walk was where the Doctors Surgery and waiting room used to be, there was Dr Hay, Streven and Kelly.
These were once Colliery Houses
This was the pit yard area I can remember the pit yard and canteen, I used to go with my dad on a Friday for his money.
The Boiler House used to be there, warm water was piped to the village houses. Those are the original gates.
This grand house is where the pit manager lived.
Picture of Rhein o’ Thorns
Just up the lane from the Pit managers house are these lovely old cottages known as the Rhein o’ Thorns, or The Rocks – they were built before the pit.
This is where we went for nature walks and looked for frogs. The ridge over there is where the coal wagons used to run.
This was at one time the only private house in the village, it was owned by a Doctor.
This is the Resource Centre, it used to be the Co-op
The Vale Pub used to be known as the Swing.
I left Warsop in 1968 but it still hold many happy memories for me especially the time spent at the Bethel Church.