12 thoughts on “Sheraton Street (back street), Oxbridge

  1. I attended Oxbridge from 1958 to 1964 and remember Mr Mallon with very fond memories…. unlike Miss Guy who I was petrified of. When I left I was lucky enough to go to Grangefield Grammar and it was the done thing then to take your first end of year report back to your primary school. I did and showed it to Miss Guy who said it was a dreadful report and that I should give up my place to someone who would make something of themselves… .talk about encouragement!!! As it happened I did have a very successful career.

    I lived in Mary Street opposite the ‘stick yard which was obviously very handy for school.

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  2. No shame in that Peter as I have very very fond memories of Stockton. I read this site pretty much daily and recognise a few names that often contribute either from school days, work or acquaintances. I visit Stockton as often as I can. I transferred work with ICI to Cheshire. Great to see all the old photos and comments, but we all have moved on for the better, in most cases.

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  3. Ah those little backstreets with the granite sets, which varied from streets to street and location, depending on how the landlord had decided to build. They were used mainly by the Corporation bin men or the coal man, with the dust and coal carts being hauled by horses.

    Is my recollection correct in thinking that a dust cart was hauled by something like a pony, whereas the much heavier ones carrying coal required something like a shire horse? And the ponies could negotiate round the little passages more easily.

    Who these days would let a three year old play on their own in the back street? I guess that the thinking was that he would not wander very far. Able to move up to the front street when he reached five, the kids looking after one another.

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    • Fred, when those houses were first built the toilet down the yard was a dry earth box not flushed, that came later. The Night Soil cart would use those back streets once a week and empty the night soil bins through a trap door in the wall, there are tales of people being enthroned at the time and new words added to the local patois. What happened to the night soil I have no idea but when I lived in Deighton every house had such toilets with wonderful polished wooden seats and a local farmer emptied them into his midden, it ended up back on the Vegetable Gardens, if you think about it an endless recycling.
      Cart Horses were a mixed breed, my Uncle Arthur had Clydesdales, Suffolk Punch and Clevelands, they were pure breed heavy horses for ploughing and farm work. The Cart horse was a smaller breed between heavy horse and Pony, the two wheel trap we had at Deighton was pulled by a tough little Hill pony, I could go to Welbury Station and pick up the parcels from the goods area and that little pony found it no problem pulling it back up the hill, I was 11 years old and trusted to harness the trap and horse then drive it, of course there were no vehicles on those small country roads, it was war time.
      When the photo was taken children played out in the street or back lanes, there were few cars about and any coming into the street would be watched by everyone as an oddity, “hello, what has Mrs so and so got a car visiting for?” a curiosity every one watched out for the children. When I went to St Ann’s Brickworks with Dad he usually had to wait to be hand loaded I played with the local kids and Dad often had to go round the houses to find me, probably sitting eating jam sandwiches with the rest of the kids.
      Life was communal if a mother was out shopping or otherwise engaged the kids would use any house. One night a worried Lady knocked on my door, had we seen her daughter last seen with my daughter, “no we thought she had gone home” my wife, “hang on” dashed upstairs counted heads and found one extra, she was fast asleep so after a cup of tea to calm the mother she was left to sleep, that was the way of things.
      It got well into the fifties before vehicles became more used Horse pulled carts being the norm Coal Milk Goods even Dust carts still pulled by them. There was a flush of Army vehicles into the transport sector which started a rapid change from horse to motor, those of us who knew horses regretted the loss.
      Frank

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  4. Peter, were you born 1950/1, if so did you go to Oxbridge?. I remember a Peter Brooke’s in my class in the infants and juniors then after the eleven plus I think you went to Richard Hind.

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      • I know of a ‘Jackie Beal’. She lived in Oxbridge Avenue, & has a twin sister called Janice. She is married, but I don’t know her married name. I see her in Stockton town centre occasionally. I know she was born in 1950, because I gave her a 1950 sixpence recently. Don’t know if that’s the girl you know…

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          • Hi,
            Looking for Jackie from Oxbridge that went to Scouts coffee bar in Brunswick, Stockton late sixties. Would this be her? Forgot surname. Thanks, Jan

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    • Hi, Dave. I am the ‘Peter Brookes’ you know. After Richard Hind, I had 2 years at art college… then 47ish years in civil service. I retired last year. Sorry my reply took so long, but I only have computer access at the library. Hope all well with you.

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      • Hi Peter, I remember Oxbridge as though it was yesterday, it was a good school and from what I remember all the kids in our class were good. Did you move to somewhere near the Cricket ground, as I’m sure I used to see you occasionally with a group of lads in our teenage years.

        Where have the years gone, I retired from work (early), 3 years ago but have been kept busy DIY-ing my children’s houses. Now live in Chester for the last 29 years, but visit Stockton as regular as family commitments allow.

        I also remember Jackie and Janice Beal very well from Oxy and Fairfield, nice girls.
        Dave.

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        • Hi, Dave. The family moved to Oxbridge Avenue, next to cricket ground. Fabulous free views of matches played there. I’ve lived all my life in Stockton, apart from 3 years serving on an R.F.A during and after 1st Gulf war. The Beall family lived down the road from us. You will notice that the elder brother, Jeff, has put a comment on the site. Take care & enjoy life in Chester, a beautiful city, a bit like York.

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