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March 12 Issue No 61



Chewin t Cud Volunteers

Dec March-2012

Drawing by Ronnie Neville

Annual Poppy Appeal at the Cudworth Co-op. I would like to thank the following volunteers for giving so freely of their time during the Poppy Appeal held at the Co-op Supermarket at Cudworth in November 2011; it is much appreciated by me and the Monk Bretton branch of the Royal British Legion. Joy Cosgrove | Alan Curtis | Howard Brightmore | Florence Whittlestone Jane Hubbard | Monica Street | Trixie Nichols | Audrey Shaw | Agnes Byrne Terry Dunkin. Also the support of Malc Pierrepont. Also many thanks to the people of Cudworth and the surrounding area for their generosity during the appeal, the total amount raised was the magnificent sum of £1804.89, it will be of great help funding the vital work that the Royal British Legion carries out in supporting the Armed Forces and their families in various ways. If anyone could spare a few hours to help with next year’s appeal I would be very grateful. Jean Millington, Poppy Appeal Organizer. Royal British Legion. Telephone 715773. St John`s Church Community Hall On Friday the 6th of January, I was privileged to be present at the opening of the new St John`s Church and Community Hall, a wonderful and significant event in the life of the Church and the history of Cudworth. The hall was officially opened by the Bishop of Pontefract the Right Rev Anthony Robinson after the celebration of the Feast Of The Epiphany in Church. The design of the hall was the vision of a young architect called Jamie Holden (left), and is probably unique. Built on the south side of the Church, the hall is surprisingly large and light inside. The kitchen is fully equipped for catering and the hall will be a lovely venue for wedding receptions and other celebrations, as well as smaller gatherings and activities. Among the guests at the opening were the architect and the builders, local teachers and councillors, eleven clergy including a happy, if exhausted Father David Nicholson (right) and many others who had helped to achieve what was once just a dream to many of us. I think everyone deserved, and certainly enjoyed the superb buffet and 'oh be joyful' which flowed freely. A lovely time was had by all. Brenda Brightmore Any articles, photographs or advertisements for the June 2012 issue th of the magazine to reach us before 30 April 2012


Cudworth Secondary Modern School by Allen Haigh I failed the 11 plus exam for the grammar school and technical schools during the time I was at Pontefract Road Junior School. I moved to the Secondary Modern School in 1947 and sat both exams again for a transfer from the Modern School, but failed again, my mind went blank. My first form teacher was Mr Kirkby. Other teachers were Mr Curry, Mr Wilkinson (Head-teacher) Mr Noble, Mr Allen, Mr Clayton, Mr Raynor and Mr Smith. I think Mr Dover and Mr Crowther came after Mr Kirkby had left the school.

Photo courtesy of Allen Haigh &Brian Newsome. Identifications by Brian Newsome, Alan Curtis & Allen Haigh. Cudworth Secondary Modern School 1950/51 (I am 5 th from left on back row)

Top row - left to right George Nicholas | Ray Hewitt | Brian Newsome | Len Evans | Allen Haigh | Joe Nippers Philip Merry | Peter Lyall | Andy Robinson | George Morrall | Jimmy Harriman Gordon Butcher | Peter Standish | Roy Key Middle row - left to right Malcolm Miles | George Rowbotham | Peter Glover | Brian Gallear | Jimmy Redfern Ken Rowley | Derek Rouse | Raymond Bardsley | Graham Baxter | Jack Gregory Brian Sissons | Roy Goose Bottom row - left to right Roy Day | Peter Lisle | Dennis Parrinder | Cliff Scofield | George Inman | Keith Gough Len Owen | Keith Miles | Val Storey | Trevor Hawley | Jimmy Wigley | Tony Hewitt Tommy Tague | Gerry Wilkinson

In my first year, there were three big lads in the school football team, Jack Shepherd, Jack Victory and Gordon Wordsworth. In art class I made some posters and a programme for an ‘old time and modern dance’ which was held to raise funds for a school trip to Switzerland under the supervision of Mr Curry. In another art class, Mr Curry said there was a road safety poster competition organised by the West Riding. I did two posters and slogans both of which were entered in the competition by Mr Curry. One of them was sent back after a few weeks, but the other one they retained, as I had won first prize along with a girl from a Wakefield school. A quote in a newspaper reported that the judges had said ‘the


work showed great promise’ I remember going to Bewerley Park Camp School at Pateley Bridge and my parents coming for the day to visit, along with other parents, about halfway through our stay at the camp. I remember a visit to Stump Cross Caverns. I also remember my old school pal Ted Hawkins, I borrowed his long trousers for a fancy dress at the camp. Mr Curry put on a play with us called ‘The Boy David’. He did a pen and ink drawing for a programme, which was made into an etched printing block. I was a fairy in this production, blonde wig and all. The lady who made the dress was Pete Lowe’s mum, Pete was in my class. It was great fun if only a little bit embarrassing. Mr Dover and Mr Crowther came to Cudworth in my second year. Mr Dover was a rugby fanatic and Mr Crowther a cricket fanatic. He was a left arm spin bowler and left hand batter. He also played the piano. I recall doing a pen and ink drawing for a slide film show made by Mr Curry, which was all about Monk Bretton Priory, with pupils from other years. I remember a lad from Shafton called Cooper and Alec Ferguson, who was two years above me; Alec turned out to be a life long friend. We had the same interests, art and making model aeroplanes, sadly Alec passed away about ten years ago. He was a professional photographer. The first time I went to Burnsall was just for one week by courtesy of Mr Curry. I went with Mr Wilkinson and Mr Crowther for the second week travelling in the headmaster’s grey, Austin four-door saloon. I went on an epic 26 mile trek and the only thing I can remember was getting back to camp and sleeping solid for nearly two days. Mr Curry and four pupils sat on Burnsall Church wall drawing the church tower. (I am on Mr. Curry’s left) Can anyone remember Mr Curry starting pupils swimming at Armley Street Baths Wakefield? I got my Elementary Certificate dive and 25 yards swim there. Mr Curry also started an evening art class at Grimethorpe Secondary School. I recall having to go through the main hall to the classroom. The trouble was Grimethorpe Colliery Band practiced the same evening at the same time so it got rather noisy. I was made a prefect. Another two lads I remember were Colin ‘Tiddy’ Mellor and Eric ‘Paddy’ Poole. My most vivid Memory at the Modern School was ‘Midsummer Night’s Dream,’ a play once again put on by Mr. Curry. I designed the woodland scene and back cloth, which was painted by Jack Gregory, Len Evans, myself and other members of the class. Some of the other lads and myself also made a plug for the donkey’s head in the school ‘mousery’ from green unbaked bricks, which we managed to get from the


brickworks at Cudworth Bridges. We then made the head from ‘paper mache.’ I never knew how Brian Cope could see when he had the donkey’s head on. I was also in the cast playing Peter Quince the carpenter. (I am on the extreme left)

It was a very busy time, but a very enjoyable one. We had plenty of laughs on and off stage. Jack Gregory drew and designed the programme cover. At the start of 1951, I was made ‘Head Boy’ and my friend Colin ‘Tiddy’ Mellor left at Christmas? The hardest job I had was making a speech in a full assembly hall, thanking the West Riding String Quartet for their concert, which they put on for the School. I went to Barnsley Art College for an exam before I left school in the summer of 1951. However, my dad got me a job at a garage in Barnsley, it was supposed to be temporary, but I worked there for over twenty years and in the motor trade for nearly fifty years before and after serving two years National Service as a welder. I will always be grateful to Mr Curry for getting me a place in Art College, even though I never took it up. I spoke to Mr Curry on the telephone in 2010 and we had a long chat. He remembered me being ‘Peter Quince’, in Midsummer Night’s Dream, not bad after sixty years! One lasting memory from school was when I was walking along the corridor towards the steps to the Art Room. A voice from behind said ‘hey birdbrain where are you going?’ Turning round I answered ‘to my nest’. After all I was Head Prefect. It turned out the voice was a student teacher, Mr Figeon. One of my younger brothers said he came back later as a full time teacher at the school. HAPPY DAYS I still remember a lot of the old pupils some I know are no longer with us and the teachers, including Mr Curry, who was a first class teacher and a gentleman.


My Grandad – Ivor Neville. Dear Malc hope this eulogy that my daughter wrote about my dad Ivor Neville will be of interest to you and your readers. I would like to share with you some of my memories of my Grandad - Ivor Neville. Growing up, I was very close to my grandparents. Only living 4 doors away from them was a blessing for me, they taught me many things and shaped me into the person I am today. Their house was my second home, in fact Grandad would often sing this rhyme, Ella Besharati dresses in blue, she lives at number 30 and sleeps at 22. As a child Grandad and I were inseparable. His friends would often say that I was his shadow. We spent a lot of time together, going down to Carlton Marsh where Grandad would get out his binoculars, Ivor Neville actually I say his, they were my dad’s but like many things he never got them back, here we would sit and watch the wildlife and Grandad would teach me all about the different creatures. He would often take me for an evening stroll across the fields to Shafton where he would secretly drop coppers unbeknown to me and I would eagerly find them and he would tell me how lucky I was. Indeed I was lucky, to have a Grandad who taught me so many things - from drawing portraits to telling the time, to obscure words in the English dictionary to 100 creative things you could do with a felt tip pen. I have many fond memories of our time together - and it was these times settings that Grandad was at his best. I used to join him whilst he sat in Mr Needham's allotment chewing green beans or sat down by his pond in a lush garden that he once was so very proud of as he filled in the Times crossword. Whenever we walked down into the village we would often call into my Uncle Ronnie's studio and afterwards he would tell me how proud he was that his son had taken his artistic talents and put them to good use - he was a modest man! As we continued into the village I was always surprised at how many people knew my Grandad, every other person seemed to stop and say hello. He was an extrovert character with an infectious laugh - the one who would be cracking jokes, playing the spoons or re-telling one of his many famous stories. There are many stories Grandad liked to tell me and others- and as he got older, these stories got more elaborate, perhaps this was due to his imaginative streak! He often spoke about his dark days down the pit and how he was once buried alive but someone luckily saved his life, or about his ancestors the Royal family, that's right, if you didn’t know it already my Grandad is related to the 16 th Earl of Warwick Richard Neville. He would also speak about his days doing service and how much Grandad yearned to come home because he missed my Grandma. My Grandma and Grandad were married for 56 years before Grandma passed away. They loved yet annoyed each other very much, their bickering would often make me laugh. My Grandad was not allowed to speak or move whenever Coronation Street was on and


Grandma was not allowed to stir her coffee or even breathe whenever Grandad was painting one of his paintings in the kitchen. But collectively we had many funny times together. Sadly towards the end of his life Grandad became very frail and ill. My mum and uncle dedicated endless amounts of their time caring for my Grandad and I know how much he appreciated this. In fact in his own words he would often say "ya mum drives me mad but I couldn’t cope without her". The night he died I had been with him at his house. My last memory was of him opening his Christmas present I had bought and watching him happily eat the chocolates and drink the bucks fizz declaring it was the most beautiful drink he had had in a while. As I left that night he held onto my hand and said goodnight and God bless. Looking back, I think he knew it would be our last time together. I know now he is at peace and with my Grandma and that he will be looking down at all of us. In fact I bet he is already busy doing a new sign for the gates of heaven. My Grandad Ivor Neville died 18th December 2011. AHR MARY’S BONNETT Sent in by Brian Jepson. Have yo seen ahr Mary’s bonnet It’s a stunner nooa mistak ! Ther’s a bunch o’rooases on it An a feather daan her back Yollo ribbons an fine laces An’ a cock-a doodle do An’ raand her bonny face is A string o’ posies blue. When shoo went to Church last Sunday T’ parson couldn’t find his text An’ fat old mistress Grundy Sed’ “Eh Mary! Pray what next?” T’ lads winked at one another T’ lasses snickered i’ ther glee An’ t’ whooal o’t congregation Ad’ her bonnet i’ ther ee. Sooin t’ singers started singing’ But they brok dahn one bi one For t’ hymn wor on “The flowers Of fifty summers gone!” But when they saw awr Mary

They made a mullok on it For they thought all them flaars Had been put on Mary’s bonnet. Then t’ parson said mooast kindly There wor noa offence intended But flaar shows wor aht o’ place I’t’ Church wheear saints attended An if his errin sister wished To finnd her way to glory Shoo shouldn’t carry on her head A whooal conssarvatory! Nah Mary isn’t short o’pluck Shoo jumped up in a minnit Shoo lukt as if shoo’d swallow t’Church An’ ivverybody in it “Parson” shoo said “yor heead is bare Nowt in it an’ nowt on it Supooas yo put some flaars theer Likr the ease at’s in my bonnet”. John Hartley 1839-1915 (Born in Halifax)

PHOTOGRAPHS THAT YOU SEND FOR CHEWIN T CUD MAGAZINE. If possible can you please send the original photographs for Chewin t Cud Magazine publication. The reason is, if you send a copy of the originals the quality is not as good. If requested the original photographs will be returned to you (please send S.A.E.) With Thanks:- Malc Pierrepont


LUNN ROAD REMEMBERING JF WHO STILL HAD SO MUCH TO GIVE I lived at number 27 Lunn Road from being a baby in 1951 to being 18. The house was occupied by the Taylor family until about 1978 and was situated straight opposite the Gospel Hall recently mentioned in the Cud. All those houses on the row had a small room off the front bedroom, it was over the front door. We called it the “lobby ‘ole”. All our junk was shoved in there for safe keeping. When the houses were modernised, this room became an upstairs bathroom. Previously the bathroom without a toilet was downstairs off the kitchen, where the hot water tank was situated, when the coal fire was lit, it used to rumble very loudly when the water got too hot! The loo was outside the back door, very draughty and next to the mucky coal place. We had a very long back garden, as did all of us on Lunn Road, ours was a mess. We also had smaller front gardens. Mr & Mrs Wilmet at number 29 was the first on the row to combine the footpaths to make a drive between the houses. At the bottom of the drive in their garden, they built a garage where their son Raymond put his car. Some of the occupants had lovely gardens back and front. Because Silverwoods farm was also on Lunn Road, and they brought their cows up and down the street from the field down Carrs Lane for milking twice a day, there was always cow muck on the pavements and road. It was a work of art dodging it. Mr Baines at number 23 collected it from outside their house and put it around his plants - as you can imagine his garden was beautiful! From number 17 to number 43, the street had a community spirit. Everyone knew everyone else and looked out for each other, all the children played (and fought) together and went to school together. We also knew the people in Rainbow Row who were also community spirited. We all knew one another, and helped one another, this is how I remember the people in our street. At number 17 were Mrs Smiley and her son Robert. There had been other children older than me who had left, but that was the case at most of these homes. At number 19 was Mr & Mrs Blackledge, an elderly couple. At 21 were Les & Elsie Wardle with their four children Nancy, Lesley, George and Peter. At 23 were Mr & Mrs Baines, and their son Les. When they moved out Mr & Mrs Yates lived there with their son David. At 25 were Mr & Mrs Glover with their daughter Rita. Later it was Bill & Agnes Heath with their 2 children Lynn and John. 27 That was us, Shirley, Stan, Patricia, Graham, Jeffrey and Alison Taylor. At 29 was Jack & Cora Wilmet and son Raymond. At 31 were Ken & Elsie Thomas with their children Stuart, David, Marilyn and Michael. At 33 was old Bill Gallear. At 35 were Mr & Mrs Hannan I’m not sure who lived there after they left. At 37 were Morti and Clara Cook with their children Annette and Gerald. At 39 were Mr & Mrs Rodbourne – they moved out of the area with their 2 small


children Julie and Christopher. I think it was the Binns family who took over there. At 41 were Mr & Mrs Waterfield, an elderly couple. Later it was Brian & Mary Glover with their son Michael. At 43 was a widow, Mrs Naylor, afterwards occupied by Mr & Mrs Gallear with their 3 girls Joy, Jackie and Julie. At the opposite side of the road was the Gospel Hall, next door to the fish and chip shop owned by Benners. Going down the hill, two bungalows were built before the start of Rainbow Row. Joneses lived in the one next door to the chip shop, and Selfs lived in the one next to Rainbow Row.

About 1955 Janet, Jennifer and Alan Walker, then me. Crouching – my mother, Shirley, with Mick the dog, and then my brother Graham

About 1955 Susan and Roy Lindley, and moi. Janet, Jennifer and Alan Walker with their dog Mick.

In the top house of Rainbow Row was the Helliwell family, then Darcy’s. Next door was the Lindley family, when they moved out it was Ripleys. Then came the Walker family, who seemed to go on for ever, but they all managed to fit into the house! I remember the Walker children as Harry, Margaret, Billy, Alan, Jennifer, Janet and their dog, Mick. I don’t remember who lived in the rest of Rainbow Row. Going the other way, next to the Gospel Hall, across Jinny Lane, was Silverwoods butchers, the farmhouse and milking sheds. On the way to the phone box was just another field, where a row of terraced houses now sit. Fred and Doreen Gill kept the shop, they had one daughter Marita, a greyhound and a car! There were houses continuing after the shop on both sides, but I do not recall many of the folks who lived there. Mr Albert Glover, from number 25, one time Mayor of Cudworth was in office when Dorothy Hyman was competing in the Olympics. He went round Cudworth in the bus on the tour of honour when she came home with her medals. I have a photo of them, which was published in the Cud some years ago. Mr Glover had a lovely garden, back and front, and being next door it put our garden to shame. He had a fish pond in one side and I can remember frogs taking up residence in it, they scared me


to death. The fish pond had been made from an old copper boiler we all had in our houses when they were first built. It had been sunk into the ground and a rockery built round it, making it look dead posh! I remember standing on the fencing leaning on their shed, watching the frogs! Mr Glover liked to lean on his front gate watching the world go by, as did many of the retired blokes who lived on Lunn Road. He had a friendly word, a dimple and a naughty wink for everyone who passed by. Mrs Glover was a lovely neighbour, she would offer to take some of our huge pile of washing in on wet days to dry it round her living room fire. When it came back she had ironed it! Our neighbours would never dream of doing that these days. When I needed something special for our Domestic Science class, and we did not have it, Mrs Glover was happy to hand over hers. She let me take her shopping bag to clean it, then there was a one pint pie dish for rice pudding etc, she let me use hers many times. Eventually the large biscuit tin I borrowed for bringing home my cooking was given to me to keep.

Billy Walker, Ray Wilmet, my brother Jeff and Mrs Wilmet, the car was green! About 1965

Before we moved into 27, there was an old boy called Jim Prince who sub-let the house to Stan and Shirley until he passed away and they took the tenancy. I don’t remember Mr Prince, but I do remember a story that he used to push me out in the pram occasionally. One of those times he called into the West End Club on St John’s Road, for a swift one. Rita from 25 went past the club and saw me in the pram looking alone and not very happy. She decided to wheel me home. When Jim came out of the Club, he was horrified to find me gone, and had to go home to my mother (WHO HAD AN ATTITUDE) and confess. I wouldn’t have wanted to be in his shoes! Rita confirmed this story herself recently at the Modern School Reunion in September 2011. Patricia Francis (Allman) - January 2012


Pe n i s t on e Pa r a mo u n t Invites you to experience the sounds and nostalgia of the mighty Compton Cinema Organ at the Penistone Paramount Shrewsbury Road, Penistone, Barnsley. Here is our fabulous 2012 Concert Programme. From the Odeon, Leicester Square a weekend with ‘Royal Organist’ Sat 10th March Donald Mackenzie in Concert £6.50 Sun 11th March Accompanying the silent film classic ‘The Phantom of the Opera’ £8.50 Sat 14th April Kevin Grunill It’s Kevin’s ‘big birthday bash’, come along & join in the fun.


Sat 12th May

Welcome back to the man from Blackpool Tower Ballroom Phil Kelsall £9.00

Sat 9th June

Its Showtime

Michael Wooldridge


Sat 14th July

Chris Powell


Sat 11th August

One of our most popular concert of every year.

Sat 15th September

Presenting ‘Paramount On Parade’

Kevin Grunill and the Take Two Big Band


A celebration of the 75th Anniversary of the ‘Mighty’ Paramount Compton Cinema Organ.

With Simon Gledhill


Sat 13th October

One of UK’s foremost cinema organist – the ever poplar Robert Wolfe £9.00

Sat 10th November

From BBC Radio 2’s - ‘The Organist Entertains’ It’s the entertaining organist himself

Sat 8th December

Nigel Ogden


Your Christmas celebrations start right here, with our 2012 Christmas Cracker With ‘our very own’ Kevin Grunill And the ‘Cheeky Chapple’ himself Andrew Nix


Do o r s o p e n 1 :4 5 p m - Al l s h o ws st ar t at 2 :3 0 p m T icke t ho tl i ne 0 7 9 4 4 5 6 6 9 7 2 We also hold weekly shows every Thursday at St Andrews Church, High Street, Penistone, at 1pm. Come along and hear Kevin Grunill or occasional guest organist playing a selection of popular music including songs from stage, screen and radio on the Allen Digital Theatre Organ.


Forbidden Places I grew up on Darfield Road, where my parents live still - not the ideal setting for adventures, you may be thinking, but as an imaginative child I managed to find plenty of adventures round and about. However, most of them were as a result of visiting forbidden places. Let's begin with Coal Pit Lane. I wasn't strictly allowed to venture down this ashy path that lead to the Pit, it being considered a little too far out of shouting range. However, the temptations were too great: allotments with their associated collections of hens and guard dogs, a small copse of trees with a tumbledown brick building at its centre, the lane's close proximity to Lewis's shop, an alternative route to the bottom field where the annual feast was situated and, of course, the Pit itself (more about that later). My good friend Lynn Peach and I spent many happy and illicit hours down Coal Pit Lane. Actually, she was allowed to visit, as her Dad had an allotment there with a whippet called Suki in residence. We created an extremely uncomfortable den by peeling back a strip of wire netting from a grassy bank, and would lie squashed together in the resulting gap, eating our 10p mix ups from the shop. I was finally found out by my inability to keep my mouth shut. One day we saw a dead dog in a ditch and I went home and blabbed about it. Naturally, my Mum asked where we'd seen it and I had to confess that it was down Coal Pit Lane. That was the end of my wanderings to that particular place - not that I took much notice of my parents' dire threats, but my elder sister was commissioned to keep her eyes open and report me whenever I strayed too far! My aforementioned best friend lived at the bottom of Moorland Terrace, next to the fields, which gave us even more scope for adventure. One of our favourite tricks, especially when being pursued by enemies, was to sneak along the edge of the fields to the top of Moorland Terrace and emerge by the garages there. My Dad rented a garage, which gave us unofficial rights to play there, and we also enjoyed coveting an old railway carriage that had ended its days there. Lynn would brag that she'd played in it once because she was related to its owner, but I never discovered whether or not she was telling the truth. During the summer months we would make paths and dens amongst the crops, which were taller than we were, running away at the sound of an approaching tractor. Then came the glorious day when the farmer burnt the crops and several local children would cram onto the Peaches' coal bunker, gazing wistfully as our dens became blackened stubble. The place that I was most definitely not allowed to play was anywhere in the region of the Pit. Terrible warnings - from home and school - rang in my ears, of innocent children who'd drowned in the slurry ponds or being mown down by a Euclid (I always imagined a Euclid to be some kind of alien life form. Turns out it was an earthmoving machine!). I was actually a sensible child, contrary to popular belief, and did take these warnings seriously. However, I'm ashamed to admit that I did stray onto Pit land on at least two occasions - once to ride Shelley Conway's Chopper bike down a mound of slimy yellow clay (I fell off and got filthy) and another time to collect slimy yellow clay in order to make a clay pot. The latter foray onto forbidden land was at Karen Pearce's suggestion. She lived next door but one and was slightly older than my sister and I. She was lucky enough to have the run of the garden shed but instead of turning it into a den, as I would have, she made it into a school. It was very authentic, with small tables and chairs and even a blackboard, but every actual school holiday she would force


us to attend her pretend school and would boss us around and make us do sums and writing! I considered this most unfair and would protest loudly, but was still forced to attend. Anyway, it was during one of Karen's art lessons that we ventured to the outskirts of The Pit to gather clay for our coil pots. Of course, when I proudly carried my pot home, my Mum asked where the clay had come from ... and you can probably guess the rest! I don't remember my punishment but I think perhaps it cured me of visiting forbidden places. Or perhaps I just grew out of it. I did, however, become a primary school teacher, which is very strange, considering my aversion to Karen's holiday school. However, I'm still not too keen on making clay pots in my art lessons! Maria Ridge (nee Brightmore). St John the Baptist Church, Cudworth. It is quite a while since we wrote to Chewin t’ Cud, but the last year was so busy and uplifting, I would like to share with you some of the key moments. There have been lots of fund raising events such as Beetle Drives, Bingo’s, Afternoon Teas, our two Fayres and a Pimms and Pasta evening at the Vicarage. We have also fulfilled our Christian Commitment and raised money for the Macmillan Nurses, Let the Children Live and The Church of England Children’s Society. There were two special Masses on Holy Souls Day when the recently bereaved were invited to come and light candles for their departed loved ones. Love and sympathy permeated the air. The Christingle this time surpassed itself in sincerity and love. The Church was full of happy families, it was a beautiful start to Christmas. The year ended with much joy for all of us, when our long awaited Church/ Community Hall was completed. We are delighted with the building. It would seem one or two have passed derogatory remarks, but when all is said and done, the plans were on view for almost a year before building began. No one can fail to see that the outside shape finishes off the original idea, but when the Church was built it was never completed. Inside it is superb and already an atmosphere of warmth, friendship and caring is building up. For so many years we have seen the need for such a sanctuary and it is all thanks to our dear Father David that it has all come to fruition, because when we kept being knocked back he gave us the encouragement we needed. Our dream is now a reality and we will be holding lots of social activities. You are most welcome to join us. We want to share with you. Kindest regards Monica Street and all at St John’s. Cudworth Family History Group Join a self-help group of aspiring genealogists Where you can trace your Family Tree Discover secrets, dispel myths and see how your ancestors lived. Milefield School, Grimethorpe 9:30am-noon, Tuesday (term-time) 07720 602 349


A Dedicated Freeway? An everyday clatter of shunted coal wagons, exhausted steam pacing coal Pit Cages drawing coals to the surface of the earth could be heard over and across fields where no sweeter melodies we ever heard, music of familiar sources, skylarks and blackbirds around us and above us had given pleasure from time immemorial was vetoed by a stronger unsynchronised roaring of aircraft engines from the western skyline an approach in battle order the course enabling heavily laden flights of aircraft to gain height as flights of squadrons moved toward our eastern coastline.


First, inland to Penistone for altitude setting, “By Barnsley” determined measures for squadron defences, to avoid enemy fighters waiting in ambush for these now regular armadas; who stayed with us for only a few minutes on each sortie before entering the River Humber’s defence region. Bomber Command operations began an ending for World War Two that year. The Command, Four Group; had airfields near Pontefract, and Doncaster, homes to large squadrons of heavy bombers at Snaith; Burn, Holme-on-Spalding-Moor with other stations close by, mighty forces enjoyed a safe and parallel freeway alongside our Weetshaw Lane.


Dozens of bombers, a magnificent array crossed Shafton’s Gander Hill’s showing effort by Squadrons of the Command again being fulfilled. Over villages and fields of Manor farm; interest of school children at play became wild for support of our air


forces by stoic pride in counting numbers of the fleet. Suddenly, one Halifax signalled an unusual reply to the youngsters’ riotous waving and cheering as a ‘V’ flashed repeatedly from the aircraft close to Albert Street’s water tower, excited young patriots more, in those days able to translate Morse Code so read the famous message, Dot, Dot, Dot, Dash; code “V’ for Victory, a boy scout signal accuracy stimulated more support from residents of the Top End gathered as bombers faded over Brierley. Serious, magnificent moments, at that time it did seem unlikely I would recount now as they reach forward some sixty five years, overtaking a test of time? So, my memory still good, fortunately, gains opportunity to remember that a late afternoon in a much loved playing field with friends above me, friends beautiful with future thoughts around us on Three Nooks Lane, made a celebrated year of 1943. Ancient, distant, the City of Nuremberg felt need for the art of fierce defences, it found vigorous attention required to combat attack from above; waited for the storm to break. Target marking by pathfinders and bomb aimers met difficult and complex problems fixing strategic industrial sites with skills and actions demanded by war.


Today, I remain thoughtful of Halifax; Lancaster and Stirling aircrews, 33 out of 647 aircraft despatched which did not return home for how long I wondered, would those who really remember, retain peace of mind at a now quiet Three Nooks Lane, where a simple signal lamp blinked for us, gave us a theme for long lived Confidence.

Ron Gibson. East Cleveland.


Spot the Difference by Ronnie Neville (7 in total) answers bottom page 18.

This was the price of Coal by Gordon Bird Just look round the corner, what a wonderful view, The stream in the valley, trees on a hill. What's that you can see, In front of you, The headgear, the wheels, still standing, quite still. A long time ago, over the wheels, went a good rope, Suspended below, a chair hanging there. Standing inside, were men full of hope, All very silently, saying a prayer. Just days before, many men and young lads, Cousins, friends, uncles, Some lads, with their dads. They all looked at the view, they could see from the hill, The valley, the stream, the trees on the hill.

The bangs and the dust, The shouts of despair. These, just some of the things, That happened down there. The men at the top, knew something was wrong, From the dust they could see, The bangs they could hear. They listened in silence, for voices to hear, nothing was heard, just the silence, and fear. The thing to remember, The price paid for coal, So many men, lads with their dads, lost down the hole, this, is the price paid for coal.

The statue erected, at the top of Kendray Hill, standing there still, Reminding us of the "DISASTER AT OAKS" where 365 men and lads died. They stepped on the chair, held by the The wives, the children, lost brothers and strong rope. dads, They went underground, Lots of them, only very young lads. Where every things black, The statue erected, please, just look after Not knowing to them, with pride There was no coming back. Relations of you, could have died. There was not long to go, before a terrible It was the price that was paid, for the coal, underground. sound, The money they got? So indescribable, that it shook all the Much less, than a pound ÂŁ1.00. ground.


C D Me mo r i a l Re n o v a t i o n S e r v ic e s Based in Cudworth covering all the area of Barnsley Offering the following services at realistic prices Cleaning of white marble headstones and full Curbsets Repainting of letters on Black Granite in either Gold or Silver Raise up and straighten headstones Flagstones or concreting to centre of graves Supply of new stone chippings if required All perspective work will be assessed first before price given Registered to stabilise unsafe headstones under the Council Scheme of Registered Memorial Masons Call Carl on 01226 716197 or 07931 927022 Christmas Tree Decoration Hi. I'm a native of Cudworth, resident 1937-67 when my work took me to my present address at Penistone. I enjoy 'Chewin t Cud' - thanks to all involved in its production. I have a Christmas tree decoration which I believe came from Cudworth glassworks. The decoration is a glass ball about 2" diameter with a thin extension of glass which forms the hook. It is hand painted, mainly blue with a witch - yellow body, pink face, on a black broomstick with a black cat seated behind her. I have another which might be from the same stable except this has a metal loop held on by a metal cap. This is fractionally smaller, red glass, hand painted with a snowman skiing. They were made at Norman Bone’s Factory in Cudworth. I am willing to let anyone have them, if any reader is willing to give a reasonable donation to the Cud. Best wishes. Ken Burton (e-mail) Chewin t Cud Volunteers The Committee have to find the money to finance the cost of the magazine and rely on advertising to bring some of that money in, if you would like to advertise let us know, the cost is: Full Page £30 (Each Issue) | Half Page £20 (Each Issue)


Dear Malc "In the early 1960's a group of talented Cudworth lads got together to form a group and called themselves Little Midge and the Zephyrs (Alan Mellor - vocal, Raymond Wafer - lead guitar, Michael Ryall - base guitar, Philip Birkinshaw - rhythm guitar and John Whittaker, drums. These young men were so good and played at venues all over the area. Raymond went on to play with Ronnie Dukes and Ricki Lee and even played with them at the London Palladium. Where are they now? What happened to them? Does anybody out there know?" Any information at all would be appreciated. With kind regards Patricia Walker (nee' Lawery) and Jean Tomlonson (nee' Draper) Meet the Chewin t Cud Volunteers

Don Shenton

Florence Whittlestone

George Roberts

Alan Curtis

Malc Pierrepont

Howard Brightmore

John Hayhoe

Jack Hoyland

STAMP YOUR APPROVAL. The volunteers appreciate all donations to the Cud. Anyone interested in donating NEW postage stamps (1st or 2nd class) towards our costs. This would help us to keep costs down, and be a very big help to us. We thank you in anticipation, and they can be forwarded to Malc at his address. PLEASE DO NOT SEND STAMPS THAT HAVE BEEN USED Tie (man on right) | Extra splash on beer (left) | Man’s hair (left) | Sideburn (man on left) Label on Pump | Pocket waistcoat (man on left) | Speech Bubble


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10 Park Avenue Cudworth Barnsley To make appointments Phone Monday to Friday 5:30 to 6:30pm 01226 713715 Mob 0797 342 4020 Little Mary's Blessing by Carol Handley The warden phoned me yesterday Little Mary wanted me to call. I thought I better go down, She might have had a fall.

The Bishop came in good time Said a prayer, gave her a blessing Spoke a few kind words to her Then said that time was pressing.

I tapped on her front window, Mary opened her front door, I took my coat and hat off, Put my handbag on the floor.

Mary looked at him and said "Bishop have you got the time? To give another blessing To this very good friend of mine".

Mary was ever so excited Her bungalow was nice and clean It was a change to see it tidy I thought her home-help had been.

I had to get down on my knees Received a blessing same as her, It was ever so emotional My eyes were all a-blur.

"There's going to be a visit". The Bishop's calling from the church, She needed a clean pinny In the drawer I went to search.

At last the Bishop said "Goodbye" I got Mary ready for her bed. "Next time the Bishop sees me I'll be pushing daisy's up" she said.

The Bishop was over from Sheffield To visit her at half past three She needed me to be there To help her get down on her knee's.

I said "Mary don’t talk silly You will probably out-live me". She looked me in the eyes then said, "Well just you wait and see".


Mini Pinny Pumas After a training session on the Pinfold field, Darfield Road with the current under 11s, I was asked by a young child if I could teach him how to play football, (I at the time already had an involvement with the under 11s and under 12s) so told the youngster that I was too busy running other teams and could not fit a group in his age. The lad had an unhappy look on his face and at the same time my better half (Zoe Mills) piped up “you don’t do anything on Thursdays”. The youngster started to smile and so I agreed to start a toddlers group. Early Days The first week I had 4 children turn up, followed by 10 the second week and 20 the third. It wasn’t even all boys, at one point I had 5 girls training. I didn’t know there were this many youngsters in Cudworth. Their ages ranged from 4 to 8. After just 5 weeks training, I decided to enter a team into the Millennium League as an under 7s team. The days were coming closer to their first game in the league when I realised, that maybe I could enter another team into the under 8s. In early September the fun began it was a slow learning process for the players we soon realised the training and matches were two different kettles of fish. Some of our opponents had been playing together for a couple of years already even at this young age. Results were not going our way but week in week out the children walked off the pitch with massive smiles on their faces and that’s the most important thing in my eyes. Some of the scores looked more like rugby results than football scores. Week in week out dedicated parents and grandparents brought their young ones to training and more hard work was put in on the training ground. Mid Season Under 7s


Whilst we are still looking for our first win the score lines have come down, the double figure defeats are now into single figures and its not every week I have to fill in a score card with Pinfold Pumas under 7s, 0 on the end. I remember the day when I received a phone call saying that we had scored our first goal. I think I must have cheered as loud as the parents who were there did. We are now close to getting a victory that we deserve. Mid season Under 8s

Week by week we are getting stronger goals are coming thick and fast and the victories are becoming more frequent than defeats. 3 games into 2012 and we are unbeaten 14 goals for and 4 goals against, people don’t play us now and think that we are a push over that we once seemed to be. An impressive goal in the last game where 5 out of 7 players touched the ball made me think “it’s just like watching Brazil”. Finally the team have got it playing like a team and not individuals. Final Word Football players don’t grow on trees and neither do football strips, training kits, footballs, goals, etc, etc. Without the support of local businesses, Bradley Horse Bedding | L S J Premier Darfield Road | Richards Light Haulage | R.B Joiner and Handyman. None of the above would have been possible so a massive thank you for all your support in supplying kit. I would like to thank all the parents, uncles, aunties, grandparents and friends who come to watch week in week out in all weather to support the team. Most importantly I must say a massive well done to the players who put 100% into every training session and match. Keep it up guys and girls. Any players interested in playing football (All standards welcome) please contact Chewin Cud number supplied. Jason Stokes Pinfold Pumas Under 8s Coach/Manager


A Tribute to Jack Thompson At least 50 people attended a meeting at Cudworth Wesleyan Hall in October 1996 where Jack and his friend John Hopkins put on a slide show of old photographs of Cudworth. It was from that meeting that Cudworth Local History Group was formed with Jack as Chairman. Jack and John, an I.T. expert in the employ of Barnsley Council, had already started Lundwood History Group in the Priory Campus some months before. Jack revelled in his role as Chairman, he was the ultimate laid-back cheeky-chappy, who was very popular with everyone who knew him. He loved to go out with his movie camera to record for posterity what he thought was important. Cliff Gorman remembers going with him to Storrs Mill to film the ruin and discuss how it might have functioned and its demise. On another occasion Jack and Cliff were invited to Manor Farm to film the farmhouse and outbuildings before they were modernised. The house was gutted, but at least both interior and exterior were captured on film. Jack was very adept at editing his films and for a long time was the official photographer for the group. How proud was Chairman Jack when Dorothy Hyman came to one of the History Group exhibitions focusing on Dorothy’s sprinting achievements at the Valley Community Centre in 1998.

Left to right - Jack Thompson | Dorothy Hyman | Wayne Salt and the late Tony Mullaney (Jack’s brother-in-law) Jack was made redundant from the pit in 1985, and as he loved to play snooker, he had an extension built onto his bungalow with a full size snooker table. Jack was an excellent player despite his disability. Several members of the Cudworth History Group played with him on Thursday afternoons until he was too ill to play. If he wasn’t playing snooker Jack could be seen sitting in the window watching television. It was sad to see his health deteriorate in the way that it did, which proved to be so very stressful for Betty. Jack died in hospital on 15 th December 2011. We will remember Jack jokingly saying ‘has anybody paid twice? (Referring to coffee contributions) He is sadly missed. Cudworth Local History & Heritage Group



Carlton Marsh Nature Reserve (November-January) The control of regenerating scrub continued apace involving the Community Payback Service, the British Trust for Conservation Volunteers and BMBC Countryside Rangers. Fencing in the meadows and the car park was also repaired by the Rangers. Bird migration continued in November with three skeins of Pink Feet Geese of around 100 in each group heading for the east coast salt marshes. 56 Golden plovers flew south on 3rd followed by 120 Redwings on 7th and the first of 3 wintering Woodcocks on the 8th. 300 Fieldfares were heading SW on the 17 th. As we moved into the colder, winter months a Corn Bunting was seen in the company of Yellow hammers on the 2nd, the first for 5 years. 4 Goosanders were present on the 24th and a female Peregrine buzzed a male Kestrel on the 26 th. Resident birds included up to 60 Greenfinches, 40 Yellowhammers, 40 Skylarks, Green and Great Spotted Woodpeckers and Kingfisher. A Buzzard was seen on most days and is now resident here. The New Year produced a Mealy Redpoll with 19 Lesser Redpolls on the 12 th. (Me ally’s are the Scandinavian race of Redpoll being slightly larger and whiter) 80 Pink Feet Geese were followed by 35 Canada Geese all heading north on the 28 th. Meanwhile the British Trust for Ornithology informed us that a Reed Warbler caught and released at Carlton Marsh on 30th July 2011 was ringed at Wintersett Reservoir in September 2010. This species spends the winter in Africa. Three bird ringing sessions in January produced 68 birds, which included 32 Blue Tits, 17 Great Tits, 2 Coal Tits, a male Bullfinch and a male and female Chaffinch, 2 Goldfinches and a Treecreeper. A re-trapped Willow Tit was more than 3 years old. Mammal sightings included Fox, Weasel and Mink. Our attention turned towards searching for fungi during quieter days and the following new species were added to the list, Aniseed Toadstool, Branched Oyster fungus, Velvet Shank, Glistening Ink Cap and Spotted Tough Shank. Slime Moulds are living organisms that actually move from plant to plant. Dog’s Vomit slime mould was quite common along the railway embankment during autumn. Bullfinch

Mild weather enabled some plants to carry on flowering until the first air frosts in mid-January. They included Dandelion, Pink Campion, White Dead Nettle, Field Scabious and Ragwort. The Recorder


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Chewin t Cud - March 2012 Issue