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Arthritis Care Barnsley goes weekly With over 200 different types of arthritis, the most well-known being rheumatoid, osteoarthritis, spondylitis and fibromyalgia, there was a need for an arthritis support group in Barnsley. About two years ago an advert was put in the Barnsley Chronicle and the response was so good that since then the group has gone from strength to strength. Initially meeting monthly then fortnightly, by popular demand the group will be meeting weekly, 6:30pm until 8:30pm at the Silverdale Community Centre, Silverdale Drive, Monk Bretton, S71 2PP. Everyone is welcome, the group currently consists of members ranging from 40ish to 92 years old. More younger people are suffering with this illness, not just the elderly as often thought. Members come from all over the Barnsley area, so if anyone is nervous about coming for the first time, one of our members will meet them beforehand. The pain and disability from arthritis can cause depression and loneliness, this group can help. Leaflets on all topics associated with arthritis are available free, the support of other people who are in the same kind of situation is invaluable. Speakers from the health service and demonstrations on such things as the benefits of aloe vera, seated exercise, holistic therapies, are some of the things we have enjoyed, and we are looking forward to a fashion evening, speakers from Central Call, DIAL and a pilates demonstration. We also have social evenings, games evenings with bingo etc, and fun exercise evening, all which are very enjoyable. The group is very friendly and welcoming. We are also starting a free weigh in to help members lose a little weight, which helps with arthritis. The group was very fortunate to have been one of last year’s Mayor Karen Dyson's chosen charities and the money raised has really benefited the group and has ensured the group will continue to strengthen. We have enjoyed trips to Scarborough, Whitby and Bridlington and also meals out, which the group has contributed towards. These trips really help with depression, self-esteem and generally getting members out and about, especially those who live alone. Councillor Margaret Sheard has also given lots of help to the group and we really appreciate the support given in making Arthritis Care Barnsley successful. No booking is required, everyone is welcome. Anyone who would like more details, please contact Jude on 01226 321978. We look forward to seeing new members who would really benefit from joining. Kind regards Jude Oxley Arthritis Care Barnsley 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) 2


Snydale Road School

Miss Sutcliffe’s class 196?

Back row L-R Derek Jones | Wayne Clarke | Stuart Oldham | Jimmy Jones | Kevin Wilson Middle Row David Smith | Michael Clayton | David Arch | Jeff Potts | Robert Laverack Alan Higgins | Philip Geeson Bottom Row Paul Clarkson | Rosie Pankhurst | Christine Crossland | Jean Sargesson | Linda Stacey Catherine Holt | Janice Ellson | Barbara Parkin | Brian Hazlegrave In Loving Memory T r eas ur ed me mo r ie s o f m y p ar t n er Ralph Mason W ho p as s ed a wa y o n 3 1 s t Octo b er 2 0 1 0 Me mo r ie s ar e p r ice le s s Ver a S no wd e n x 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 3


Cudworth Secondary Modern School 10 th Reunion 8th September 2012 Hi Boys and Girls, Mary and I would like to thank everyone who attended the 10 th Reunion and made it the success it was. Teachers who came were Mr Ray Mellor and his wife, thanks Ray. Mr David Hoddle was away on holiday and Mr and Mrs Mary Shirt couldn’t come due to illness, but both send their apologies. Thanks also go to my wife Gail who made all those wonderful sandwiches and to my daughter Kate who organised the raffle, also many thanks to Rob Smillie, our official photographer for taking some super A4 photos of you all. Super entertainment was provided by Alan Lodge and his son in law Peter, very enjoyable Alan and Peter, so it’s many yes’s from us all and we will see you in the next round. Also thanks go to Rita (nee) Glover, Julie (nee) Walkham and Bill and Tommy and Jackie Shillaw for their donations to the raffle prize. All the expenses for the evening were covered and as usual, all profits were given to Malc Pierrepont for Chewin ‘T’ Cud, our wonderful Cudworth magazine. Well boys and girls the date of the next reunion which will be held at the same venue is on Saturday 21st September 2013, Mary and I would like to thank you again for your attendance and generosity and we will see you all again for another brilliant evening next year. A Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year to you all. Terry Tindall Snydale Road Recorder Class (September 2012 issue, page 30) Back Row Ann Loy | Dorothy Shelton | Janet Green | Pat Smith | Elaine Wright | Janice Cooper Jacqueline Jones | Elaine Dunn | Brian Sagar | John Wall Front Row Ann Sargesson | Judith Barham | Joan Thorpe | Howard Welsh | Kenneth Bird Kevin Rich | John Beachill I believe we were playing the Dam Busters March at the time. Sent in by Joan Thorpe (centre front) Bless Him Let me rewind the clock twenty-five years to a particularly beautiful crisp summer’s morning. Our four year old nephew had slept over the previous night to play with our two boys. Deciding to treat them to an outing at the seaside, my wife and I, rustled up a few provisions and under a glorious crystalline blue sky, we set off. Just before we left the village, we stopped at the petrol station that used to be situated near Shafton Two Gates. Not being self service, I was just getting out of the car to get assistance when he whimpered, “Don’t go to the seaside without me Uncle Ronnie.” Bless him. By Ronnie Neville 4


Darfield Road Juniors 1972-73 Dear Malc A bit of history for Chewin t Cud, from 40 years ago, from the 1972/73 season in which Darfield Road Junior’s were the first team in Sunday League to win League and Cup in the same season. The Sunday Cup was won at Barnsley Football Club (Oakwell), you can see the stand in the background of the photo with the team on.

Back Row K Kaye | K Wilson | D Shaw | G Hatton | D Crossland | C Crossland | M Stacey Front Row T Ceelan | B Helliwell | M Dukes | A Salter | J Bagnall We beat Barnsley Brewery 4-0 with Allen Salter scoring a hat-trick and Tommy Ceelan netting the other goal. The final was played on a Friday night and when we went back to the club, the committee gave us a night to remember. Also three players who were in the squad and not on the photo were A Crossland, K Richards and P Buckley, who were injured. The manager of the team was Joby Crossland. The photo above, has been on the wall in Darfield Road W.M.C. for nearly 40 years and loaned to Allen Salter to put in Chewin t Cud. Allen Salter 5


Dear Malc, Reading Issue 63, I was delighted to see the photo on page 30 of Snydale Road Recorder Group 1956. I am in that photo and can identify some of the other pupils. I am sure of the girls names but not 100% of the boys, hence the question marks. I was Dorothy Shelton (now Yoxall) and live in Monk Bretton. I am still in touch with my lifelong friend Janet Green (standing next to me in the photograph) who now lives in Milton Keynes. We are both now grandparents but still reminisce about our happy days at Snydale Road Infants where we met on our first day at school age 4. From then on were inseparable throughout Infants, Juniors and the Barnsley Girls High School. In year one Infants we all had to have a nap after lunch. We had little camp beds and a tickly grey blanket over us to keep us warm. Woe betide anyone who kept their eyes open or giggled. I remember the huge wooden rocking horse in the class room and loved making him go faster and faster until the teacher made me stop for fear of it coming off its rockers. Mrs Spinks was the teacher and I also remember Miss Crudas and Mrs Richards were teachers and Miss Turpin the Headmistress. Miss Turpin was my Auntie so I did have a rather privileged position and remember on really cold playtimes I went to her room for biscuits whilst the other children had to play outside. In Junior school I was less of a favourite and had to toe the line. Nevertheless I still got into trouble with my teacher Mr Rinder who went red in the face when I challenged him about his lack of musical ability on the piano. This resulted in me being forced into a piano recital at a school concert to prove I was a better player than him. Janet and I joined the rounders team and the recorder group together and it was lovely to see the photo in the September issue. I noticed in the photograph that Ann and I had on our scotch plaid kilts as we were also in the Scottish Dancing Group with the fearsome Scottish teacher Mrs Sinclair. I managed to master the Highland Fling but never did manage to dance the crossed swords without treading on one. I could go on and on about those happy days. Short holidays at school camps at Malton Youth Hostel and Robin Hoods Bay, local nature trails, each of us being allowed to paint a panel in the hall with a nature theme, bee keeping in a hive attached to the classroom window. Mr Brazier instilling in me a lifelong love of history. The dreaded eleven plus exam but a great result for our year when in 1957 10 pupils passed for the High School and Grammar School. So many happy memories. I do hope the names below are some help to you in identifying the Recorder Group Back Row left to right. Anne Loy, Dorothy Shelton, Janet Green, Pat Smith, Elaine Wright, ?, ?, ?, Brian Sagar, John Wall. Front Row left to right Anne Sargesson, Judith Barham, Joan Thorpe, Howard Welch?, Kenneth Bird, John Spinks, John Beechill?. Dorothy Shelton (now Yoxall) - e-mail 6


Snydale Rd Junior School 1955? Photo and names supplied by Janet Higgins (nee Dykes)

Back row - left to right Mr Brazier | Jeff Hitchin | Ray Ball | John Leigh | Ernie Banner | John Austwick Granville Birchmoor | John Meigh | Terry Griffies | Les Baines Newell Bailey | Mrs Emery Top middle row - left to right Colin Cooke | Carol Shillaw | Diana Davis | Maureen Tonge | Molly Gretorex Margaret Marsh | Pam Halkhard | Denise Green | Gloria Harland Jenny Auckland | Keith Bannister Bottom middle row - left to right John Crossland | Malcolm Day | Dorothy Williams | Sandra Garbutt | Anne Curphy Cythia Coats | Janet Dykes | Carol Smith | June Bennett Chris Shotbolt | John Darcy Front row - left to right Arthur Vincent | Mick Brown | Trevor Savage

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Carlton Marsh (August - October) I was just 24 years old when I started observing the wildlife at what is now known as Carlton Marsh in 1972, but it wasn’t until 14th November of that year that I first started to record and date the birds I saw. Keith Bannister joined me in 1974 and during the following year letters were written and steps taken to protect the site from illegal shooting and other threats. Marshland habitat was becoming scarce as more and more were drained for agriculture and other development. Boulder Bridge Lane, Houghton Swamp and Belle Green are just a few examples.

When Eric Bennett, our third founder member, got involved in 1975, meetings soon followed with the majority land owner, Barnsley Council. After presenting data on birds, butterflies and flowers the site was officially declared a Local Nature Reserve in the spring of 1977. As I was the wildlife recorder I was asked by the head of Leisure and Amenities what the fledgling reserve should be called, the rest is history. It wasn’t long before bird watching hides were erected, the present one has been in situ since 1993 and was opened by his Worshipful the Mayor. There have been many and varied problems over the years involving land acquisition, shooting pressures, hunting and motor cycle nuisance. However vigilance by our voluntary rangers has kept most of these problems in check. 35 years later, with the help of BMBC Countryside Officers, volunteer groups and our own dedicated observers, wildlife continues to thrive without disturbance. To date 184 species of wild birds have been recorded and verified along with 23 species of mammal, 4 species of amphibian, 18 species of dragonfly, 26 species of butterfly, 8


245 species of moth and nearly 400 species of wild flowers and grasses. If you visit please help by keeping to the designated footpaths and by keeping your dogs under control. All wildlife is protected including rabbits, which you may encounter with your dog. The main highlights for August were: Grasshopper Warbler singing on 2 nd and Barn Owl roosting until 16th. The regurgitated pellets I found beneath the roost contained the skulls of 5 Short Tailed Field Voles and 3 Wood Mice. Autumn migration was well underway by this time and included a Common Sandpiper south on 18th and a Redstart on 23rd. Noctule Bat and at 6 Pipistrelle were busy catching insects at dusk on 29th. Flowering plants included Harebell, Wild Parsnip, Devil’s-bit Scabious and Common Fleabane. In September migrating birds from further north included a Greenshank SE on 4th followed by 30 Sand Martins and a Tree Pipit south on 10th, 16 Siskins arrived on 21st, Spotted Flycatcher on 22nd and Wheatear on 23rd. 3 Buzzards were soaring over the marsh as 48 Pink Feet Geese flew west on 30 th. 3 Water Rails were present on 15th with 3 Kingfishers together on 17th. Mammals included Fox, Hedgehog, Bank Vole, and 2 Daubenton’s Bat feeding over the marsh on 27th. The first half of October was quite warm and sunny, but after that it went down hill with damp misty conditions from the 22nd to 25th then cold for the remainder. However, weather conditions like these often produce some good migrants. An influx of Jays from the continent into Britain produced a dearth of sightings, some seen to be actively still migrating, flying high and as far as the eye could see. 4 Buzzards were in the sky together on 6 th, they were followed by 3 cormorants on 7th, 22 Redwing, a Grey Wagtail and 40 Pink Feet Geese on 9th. Then 4 Swallows flew south and a Peregrine north with prey on 11 th. 10 Jays were busy collecting acorns on 17th, 5 Goldcrests and a Water Rail were present on 18th and 2 Treecreepers and 5 Mute Swans on 20th. 75 Pink Feet Geese flew NW on 21st and 50 Redwings, 1 Fieldfare, 50 Siskins and 20 Redpolls were notable on 23rd. On 24th 2 Water Rails called as 40 Redpolls flew over and 50 Fieldfares and 250 Redwings flew west. A Short Eared Owl and 25 Starlings flew north on 25 th. Both the latter were probably migrants from Northern Europe. Also on 25 th an un-ringed Red Necked Parakeet visited Les Corrall’s garden in White Cross Road and was seen two days later in Ziggy Golebowski’s garden on Carrs Lane. A smaller variety of Canada Goose, the Cackling Goose, was present on the 29 th. This species also originates from Canada. Green and Great Spotted Woodpeckers and Kingfisher were seen regularly throughout. Mammals included Fox on 4th and Weasel on 9th. A Stoat was seen on 15th and Water Vole droppings were also found. Fungi included Aniseed Toadstool, Fly Agaric, Clouded Agaric, Velvet Shank and Shaggy Ink Cap.

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News from the British Trust for Ornithology provided us with the origin of our resident pair of Mute Swans. The female ZZ9816 was ringed as a 2 years old female at Pugneys Country Park, near Wakefield on 2/7/07. The male ZY0122 was ringed as a juvenile (sex unknown) on 17/10/08 at Ferrymoor, Grimethorpe. Both birds were ringed by the Sorby Breck Ringing Group, who are based in Sheffield. If you ever find a dead bird please look to see if it has a ring on its leg. The ring will have an address on it that you can send to find out where it was ringed. Finally I would like to thank all our dedicated observers past and present for their invaluable contribution, especially Keith Bannister, Peter Senior, Dave Smith, Geoff Miller, Jim Plant, Dave Standish, Ralph Hibbert, Les Corrall and the late Steven Darcy, Ernest Jobling and Robert Laverack. Apologies for any omissions. Cliff Gorman Recorder Cudworth Probus Club: from 25th July 2012 The speaker for the 25th July was Mr. Colin McDermott, the subject was entitled “Yorkshire Humour”. Colin gave a talk regarding humour and then showed a couple of the films from the comedy series set in Yorkshire and the north, called “I didn’t know you cared”. Mr. Don Kerr thanked Mr. McDermott for his presentation and talk. The speaker for the 8th of August was Mr. Fred Coupland, the subject being “Roman Games”. Fred explained in his talk and slide show that gladiators fighting one another in the arenas and being an opponent of wild animals including Bears, lions, leopards etc was somehow classed as games and entertainment. Criminals found guilty in Roman times were put into the arena to wait their fate against wild animals. It is hard to believe that this was common practise at the time. Mr. Alan Curtis thanked Mr Coupland for a fascinating insight into Roman times and traditions. On the 22nd of August the club enjoyed an outing to Hull, with a guide and meal provided. On the 5th September meeting a minute’s silence was held in memory of Mr. Keith Burton senior, (club member) who sadly passed away. Mr. Alan Curtis provided a documentary DVD film entitled “we stand alone together” It was the story of “easy company” of the 506th volunteer parachute infantry regiment of the 101 st airborne division in the United States army. The veterans of the regiment (all volunteers) gave their accounts of their time in training and in action in their service in the regiment in WW2. Mr. John Hayhoe thanked Mr. Curtis for providing a most interesting documentary film. On the 19th September meeting a DVD film depicting the history of the famous Lancaster bomber was shown, it was kindly provided by Mr. Peter Haigh, the secretary/treasurer of the club. Mr. Ken Bellamy, (himself an ex spitfire pilot) thanked Peter for a very enthralling film. Mr. David Peckitt was the speaker for Wednesday 3 rd of October, David’s subject was entitled “Everest the Old Way”. David assisted by Mr. John Driskell presented a most absorbing talk and slide show of photographs of their drive, by Land Rover and

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trekking trip to Nepal and the foothills of Mount Everest in 1967-68. The group of 4 men and 1 woman travelled through many countries including, Europe, Turkey, Iran, across the Persian Gulf and Pakistan to reach Nepal. The group slept in villages or tents in very basic conditions on their adventure. It was a marvellous achievement by them all and especially David who has a disability and made it along with the rest. The group returned in 2010 and displayed by photographs how the villages had changed, but not the fantastic scenery. A book has been written regarding the group’s adventure’s, with a forward by Mr. Chris Bonington, the famous British mountaineer. Mr. Don Shenton gave a vote of thanks to Mr. Peckitt and Mr. Driskell for re living their experiences on their travels. The clubs annual general meeting was held on Wednesday 17 th October, the new president elected for the next term is Mr. John Hayhoe, with Mr. Don Kerr being elected vice president. Mr. Peter Haigh is staying on as secretary/treasurer. Mrs Hazel Haigh provided a buffet for the meeting. On the 31st October Mr. Stephen Gay gave a talk and slide show entitled “Railways in Yorkshire”-part 2. Mr. Keith Donkin thanked Mr. Gay for his talk and visit to the club. Alan Curtis Dear Malc, I receive copies of Chewin t Cud from you and usually read them carefully. I lived in Newtown Avenue from 1940 to 1956, attended Snydale Rd Junior School and then Barnsley Grammar School until I went to do National Service and then on to St. John's College, York to train as a teacher. Despite the letter heading I was always known as Rupert Mayes (my middle name) while I lived in Cudworth. I pass on your magazine to my brother Adrian from time to time and he has recently pointed out to me that I had obviously not read a couple of your issues - dating back some time. It is probably far too late now but I can fill in some information that you requested: a) Issue No 15 of Sept 2000 contained a photograph on page 27 of Snydale Road Junior School Team. The top right player on the back row is a Malcolm Eales who lived next door to me in Newtown Avenue. The bottom row has me as the first player (Mayes, not Mays) and the third player is Johnny Eales (the cousin of Malcolm Eales). I do not know why I did not read this issue but my dear wife died during the first week in October that year and I was probably visiting the Hospice when the magazine arrived. b) Issue No 56 of Dec 2010 contained a photograph of Churchfield Terrace around 1946-54. My father, Harold Mayes, is the third person from the left (standing partly behind the man at the front, holding a couple of bottles or something in his hands). I am in touch with a lady who is a niece or grand niece of John Stothard and I shall be showing her these pictures when we meet in November next; if she has further information I will let you know. I am grateful that you continue to send me the Chewin t Cud and accordingly I enclose a donation towards your costs. Yours sincerely David R Mayes 11


My Journey to a Strange and Enchanted Land In my mid fifties I caught the cycling bug and many were the times I’d cycle all day. These times I remember with great affection and it would greatly please me to share one of my outings with you. Vibrant and flush with anticipation, I felt I could take on the world. The nip in the early morning air was exhilarating as I slowly filled my lungs with air. “This is it,” I proudly proclaimed. The mere fact no-one was there to hear me, didn’t mean a jot; I was about to embark on a bike ride. So putting foot to pedal, I was on my way. Having peddled only a few hundred yards, I turned a corner and there to my delight stood Chris, a dear friend. He stood a few inches shorter than me and at the time he was losing the battle with his waist line but that’s enough of being catty. Bike rides were always better for his company, with his warm personality and wit. So with my usual pertinacity, I ceased the opportunity to try and pressgang him. Typically he fought the idea with a garbled succession of feeble excuses. The real, never to be spoken, reason was he was covered, from head to toe, in Wendy’s, his wife, thumb marks. Her beauty was undeniable, her manner pleasant and endearing yet they didn’t belie the fact that she was an awesome force to be reasoned with once crossed. Knowing this, I informed him we would be gone only a couple of hours leaving him with ample time to get back before she finished work and with a nod and a wink, reassured him “She’d be none the wiser.” Wavering, he tentatively inquired, “Where exactly are you intending to go Ron?” Gently jabbing his shoulder, I gave him a wye smile and a slow exaggerated wink. “Please, if you don’t mind, from now on and from this day forth, I wish to be known as the great “Captain Cando.” The sheer weight of my camp performance wasn’t wasted; Chris succumbed to my corny performance and chuckled. He was weakening. Deliberately using the plural, I continued in hushed tones, “We’re going to a strange and enchanted land to slay dragons and rescue fair maidens.” Chris wasn’t quite as receptive to this second bout of humour; he needed a straight answer. “All right, we’re going to the quaint little village of Kiddingham, nestled in the foothills of the Pennines,” I informed him. His body language hinted of a slight withdrawal. Once again I’d over stepped the mark. Before he had time to regroup his thoughts I put my arm around his shoulders and reassured him, “Don’t worry, trust me, it’ll be like riding on a billiard table; we’ll be travelling along the Trans Pennine Trail, which used to be rail track or canal.” He was definitely warming to the idea and by the time we’d reached his nearby home he was like an excited child, beside himself. It was in this spirit of camaraderie and adventure that we collected his bike and a few provisions before wending our merry way. Despite my assurance to the contrary, unfortunately, about an hour in to our little jaunt we encountered a few, trifling little ones. “This billiard table you mentioned,” he panted, “Was it strapped to the north face of the Eiger by any chance?” That was Chris’s humour all over but I knew how he felt since my body and I weren’t on speaking terms. Regrettably, unbeknown to us, we were merely tickling the beginning of the hill from hell since it twisted, turned and undulated, making it 12


impossible to see the crest? It felt like the Gods were taunting us: forever dashing our expectations as every bend greeted us with a new stretch to climb. The sensible thing to do would be to get off and walk. The really sensible thing would be to turn back and go home. Albeit the latter thought rattled about in my brain, forever gaining strength while I withered, hell would freeze over before I’d make such a suggestion. Unbeknown to me, only a few miles earlier I had sown the seeds to my own demise, making such utterances impossible. Chris had boasted and poured scorn on his unfortunate cousin Barry, whom he had peddled into submission on a similar outing. Much to my shame, I was guilty of gloating at the poor man’s demise. Thus, manly pride, not common sense, was my master. The last thing my fragile ego needed was pasting. Unfortunately, a pasting it did receive and neatly executed at that by a whistling old man walking his poodle. Enjoying the autumn of his years, he steadily caught us up whereupon his cheeky little mutt lifted his hind leg and did a piddle on my back wheel. Doffing his hat, he said, “Hello lads,” as they nonchalantly left us behind. Still neither of us faultered despite this humiliation. Neither did the fact that my front wheel occasionally momentarily lifted from the road, due to the extreme incline, which scared me half to death, broke my silence. Nor when I crunched the gears while peddling stood up causing me instantly to lose all but a whisper clearance between my manhood and the crossbar did I lose my resolve. These hardships, although severe, paled in comparison with his waggling bottom, complete with cleavage, panoramically filling my view every time that I glanced up. If ever it went off, I’d be in serious trouble. Blood, sweat and tears had sent us spiraling down the evolutionary tree, reducing our rhetoric to gasps and grunts as we struggled to keep our bikes from toppling over. In an almost vain effort to combat such a fate, I wobbled a zigzag course dangerously across the road. If only he’d slow down or do the decent thing and have a heart attack, I silently passionately pleaded. I’d settle for his front wheel falling off anything just so that I could get off this infernal instrument of torture. “Are you alright, do you want a rest,” Unable to see his face, his voice seemed to be emanating from his rear end. “Yeah, fine, carry on,” I found myself saying as calm as a yogic returning from a deep mediation while my lungs were being torn to shreds. “Are you sure?” “Yep,” I replied in a loud confident manner. With that, it was either death or glory. After a neck and neck gruelling battle, glory just won on points - we had done it. Proud but exhausted, we tarried awhile. To aid with our recovery, I rung out our lungs before pushing them back. Still dripping with sweat, I wiped my forehead as we mounted our alloy stallions and wended our merry way. Mercifully, the next stretch was relatively flat; the air as wine and the sun’s smile was as infectious as a giggling baby. Banter flourished until my comradeship tank overflowed making me feel at one with my fellow human being and nature. But, alas, the ebb and flow of life stand still for no one and it wasn’t long before the “Mother of all Hills” lay before us. Unlike her cousin we had just climbed, it was unnervingly possible to see her in all her majesty. “Well done old chap, nine out of 13


ten.” Chris cried to the big boy in the sky as we started slowly but surely to descend it. Flush with a perverse frisson of excitement, only matched by the most bloodcurdling fairground ride, we tentatively set off. Gathering pace, I laconically flicked my “mane” in the breeze. Pulsating blood pounded my veins and a plethora of tingles cascaded down my back to my nether regions before dispersing into the surrounding countryside. High, yet fully aware of the potential dangers, I applied my brake almost from the start. Chris didn’t seem to share my apprehension; he simply flew ahead. Not wishing to be left behind, I reluctantly eased off my brakes, tucked my head down and shot off like a bullet. My naughty pride had struck again, I was accelerating at an alarming rate, yet he was still pulling away. Smashing through terminal velocity (TV1) was child’s play. T.V.2 was surpassed almost as easy but approaching the dreaded B.T.V (Brown Trousers Velocity). Was giving me the willies and proving to live up to its reputation. Instinctively, I slammed on my brakes. To my horror, they weren’t working and I shot passed him. Utterly petrified, my only means of survival was to negotiate the rest of the hill and lose speed by climbing the opposite side of the valley. My fate hung precariously in the balance. A pebble, a puncture, a small crack in the road, the slightest glitch could spell my ruin. In the distance, near the bottom, was a parked car. Being religious has never been in my makeup yet I heard myself praying in a trembled murmer, “God, please keep the road clear.” He either wasn’t listening or he had a dreadful sense of humour - a speeding car appeared over the hill opposite and was stopping for no-one. “Stop,” I violently screeched, cracking my voice but to no avail. My destiny and I were on a collision course but by a miracle and the smallest margin, I shot between them only to be greeted by a patch of gravel. Now losing speed but struggling to keep upright, I instinctively scraped my foot along the ground, bringing me painfully to a juddering halt. The speeding car never stopped but more importantly, Chris was nowhere to be seen. I need not have worried; he soon popped his head up from a batch of nettles. Bedraggled, fortunately, only his pride was seriously hurt. Struggling to hide my amusement, I enquired, “Why did you do that?” Refusing to dignify my question with an answer, he simply shook his head. “Car drivers,” he brusquely complained, “I’d shoot the lot!” Slowly, much to my delight, he transmogrified into the early stages of the elephantman. My imagination threw a wobbly; I couldn’t help but visualize his blisters erupting, like mini volcanoes. His bewilderment only added to my amusement, as I roared with laughter while mocking his misfortune by making pling plong noises. The deliriously delicious icing on the cake, his gloriously stubborn refusal to acknowledge his plight, came in huge potions. Hysterical laughter totally consumed me - highly dangerous and potentially fatal hysteria at that; my body ached as I was reduced to the consistence of frog spawn. Mercifully, the fifty pence second hand shoes I was wearing and the seventy-five pence corn plasters were causing my injured foot to throb painfully - proved to be the ideal antidote. If ever he got a mere whiff of this, the proverbial boot would be on the other foot. So, with tears still in my eyes, half standing, half crouching, half hobbling I diverted his attention to my 14


brakes. As I stooped to inspect them he turned away and started whistling. Unsuspectingly, I burnt my finger when I touched them. Wearing a cocked smile, with his hands on his hips, he slowly turned to face me. Hiding my hand from his gaze, I smiled through the pain. “You’re brakes will be fine once they’ve cooled down: they simply glazed over due to the heat,” he said with more than a smattering of supercilious smugness. “That’s why I used mine sparingly.” I could have smacked him. Albeit aching from head to toe, the next stretch of trail was exhilarating as it hugged the canal. The water was punctuated with swathes of lily leaves and peppered by the occasional patch of algae. Even the air was heaven’s scent. In fearsome competition for attention, an enormous rockery, kindly created by our forbear, flanked our opposite side, ornately decorated by bracken and the occasional tenacious tree that had managed to prize its knurled and twisted roots into the rock-face. The whole micro-corm was bathed in a dull eerie but calming green light percolating from the canopy above, while the trail its self proudly boasted a new coat of tarmac allowing us crack on. With Kiddingham now within spitting distance, disaster fell upon us; the trail ahead was closed for resurfacing. Vainly we tried to cajole the workmen to let us through but they were having none of it. The only sensible option was to turn back. But two old codgers and sensibility are strangers; never the twain will meet, so we turned back just far enough to be out of sight and scurried up the rock-face. Sadistically, hidden from view, waiting to greet us was a formidable metal fence crowned with barbed wire. Gazing through it, my heart sank thirty feet or so….. Sorry, my heart sank. Thirty feet or so below us was an enormous disused landfill site almost entirely shrouded in a swirling mist. Utterly unconcerned, probably driven by male pride, Chris, simply turned his attention to a loose picket and with a little gentle persuasion, moved it sufficiently for us to pass through. What happened next? Well, believe it or not, we visited a strange and enchanted land where we had wonderful adventures, including the slaying of dragons. Did we get back before Wendy finished work or did Chris suffer a fate worst than death at her hands. I’d love to answer this question but not now, you’ll have to wait for the next installment. Bye bye for now - Ronnie Neville I Write I write and having wrote I stop a while, to scratch my throat And think of things gone by Like luscious fields and spinning wheels And granny’s home made pies

I dwell on the time, we drank tea wine And how we made such cheer Swallowing dates and grapes And sealing wax But mainly conker beer

Ah, those beautiful, beautiful pies Dipped in popcorn stew And what made me a man Was acorn flan Which turned my tootsies blue

So I write again m’ dear And think of things to do And since it is now autumn I’ll make some acorn stew. Ronnie Neville 15


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DARFIELD ROAD JUNIORS - ANNIVERSARIES 1952 and 1962 2012 would have seen one of Cudworth’s most successful football teams, Darfield Road Juniors celebrate two anniversaries. It would have been 60 years since the club entered their first intermediate (under 18’s) team in the Barnsley and District League. Their opening fixture on the 18 th October 1952, was against Dodworth Village on the field opposite Crown Avenue, now a play area, ended in a 3-3 draw. The league consisted of eight teams, the Juniors final league results recorded were, Played 10. Won 6. Drew 1. Lost 3. Goals for 24, Goals against 19, Points 13. Unfortunately our biggest league win, 8-1 over Darton Hall Colliery, all goals and points were deducted due to their withdrawal. Another high scoring win saw us beat Knollbeck Rovers 9-0, in a first round cup match, that put us in the semi-final ,which we lost 2-1 to Dodworth. Eighteen players, all from the village represented the club: Cain Bardsley (captain), Ron Copley, Len Evans, Kevin Finch, Terry (Buzz) Green, Brian Handley, Gavin Kaye, Arthur Linney, Peter Lyall, Fred Merrills, Mike Parkinson, Brian Ramsden, Harry Reynolds, Arthur Rowe, Jack Salt, Trevor Saxton, Frank Smith and Wilson ? 18th October 1952 Home DARFIELD ROAD JUNIORS 3 DODWORTH VILLAGE 3 Copley (pen), Handley, Parkinson.

Darfield Road Juniors and Monckton Open Their Fixtures Cudworth Darfield Road Juniors and Monckton, opened their fixtures in the Barnsley Intermediate League on Saturday, Darfield Road opening their first season in the League, drew 3-3 with visiting Dodworth, while Monckton had a much easier passage, beating a weak Darton Hall side 6-0. It was a thrilling game at Cudworth where, after being two goals down at half -time, Darfield Road fought back and in a storming finish took the lead only to be robbed in the closing minutes by a Dodworth equaliser. The game set off at a cracking pace with both sets of forwards playing fast, open football. Darfield Road were handicapped when they lost two players through injuries and it was during the period of their absence that Dodworth netted twice. With the team at full strength after the resumption Darfield Road set up determined attacks on the Dodworth goal. They were awarded a penalty which COPLEY converted and soon afterwards HANDLEY levelled the scores. Dodworth pressed hard but Kaye and Lyall were grand defenders. PARKINSON put Darfield Road ahead and Dodworth equalised in the closing stages. Handley and Copley were outstanding in the Cudworth attack. Courtesy, South Yorkshire Times Ten years later the club celebrated another milestone, when they became the first village team to bring the Barnsley Challenge Cup to Cudworth after beating Redfearn’s Sports 2-0 at Oakwell. The result was more satisfying due to the fact that our opponents played in a league higher than us and ten of our team that day all came from Cudworth and nine of those had played in the club’s intermediate side at some time. It is worth noting that other trophies won that season were: Junior League Sections One and Two Play Off and the Lundwood Charity Cup Frank Smith. 18


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

FEAST ON THE PLAYING FIELD A friend said to me the other day, when they were kids, they loved the fair coming to the playing field on Darfield Road. They lived quite near and could hear the music. Sometimes they went with their pocket money from his mum and dad, but it didn't last long. The best thing about it was the last ride. Sometimes they had a "free go" at 10:30 at night, then it shut down till the next day. When he and his brother grew up, he used to "babysit" as his mum and dad liked to go to the Darfield Road Club at weekends, they had done away with teenage girl babysitters by then, but they were trusted to behave. However, they used to listen for the music to change, which was the cue for the free ride. Out of bed they jumped, jumper and trousers on top of their pyjamas and ran along to the ground. It was always packed, as folks got to know there was a free ride, but the atmosphere was electric and the music was loud. They loved it on the waltzers, bumping cars and some of the other rides, all packed with people who had gone just for that last ride. When it was over, they ran back home, locked the door, got undressed and jumped into bed before his mam and dad came home. They went to sleep with a smile on their faces! Bliss ........ The little monkeys September 2012 From Sept 2012, Issue 63, page 15 - Missing name Second from left - Maureen Howarth Article from Joyce Taylor Flower bottom left | Shadow under cloud | Line under signature Church Door | Extra cloud | Grass rear of gravestone | Weed front of gravestone

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Names to photo on page 3 of Sept 2012 issue Glyn Thompson | Glyn Barnes | Neil Asquith | John Dale | Gary Beazent Paul Farrimond | Neil Burridge | David Cooke | Susan Haigh | Ann Sutcliffe Susan Mills | Michelle Nippers | Heather Tolan | Susan Marsh | Heather Haythorn Janet Neville | Gillian Goldthorpe | Anne Everade | Beverly Coles | Anne Gibson Gill Ferguson | Julie Gable | Hilary Crossland | Patricia Gough | Annette Jackson David Serinton | Steven Philips | Glen Curney | Gary Chambers Names supplied by David Cooke The Men Below - Anonymous With skies so bright and flowers so gay And stop to think of the men below Whose bright skies come from a cap lamps glow,

Did you ever see a sight so grim Of pithead wheels on high, so trim, And think about the men who go Down the shaft to work below.

Did you ever think of seams so low, Of backs that bend just like a bow, Then think about the men whose goal Is sweat and toil to get the coal. Did you leave a winter storm To sit by the fire so snug so warm Did you ever think of the men below Whose efforts bring you such a glow. Did you ever walk on a summer’s day 20

Did you ever step into the city lairs Where talk is of stocks and shares Whose praise for efforts seldom grow, Did you ever think how feelings grow As men walk on with darkened brow Come wind, come rain, come sleet or Snow, only then you’ll think of the men below.


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Caressed By Gordon Bird 18/06/09 Not a sound could be heard in the valley Not a song or a bird could be seen. She so gently caressed me On the hillside where once she had been All things She so gently covered Everything she hid well away She left me alone on the hillside Where she caressed me That cold summers day. My heart missed it's beat on the hillside Where she left me alone in grey light She left me just standing I knew

I could not hold her tight So slowly and silent she left me Slowly she went on her way Birds now starting to sing The sound of a stream in the distance Trees I could see far away She made my heart miss it's beat on the hillside She left After she had caressed me that day Slowly The grey mist moved away.

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In Memory of (Lester) Robin Taylor 13/12/1953 - 08/10/2012 Robin was born on the 13th December 1953 to Albert & Mary Taylor and on the 8 th October 2012 he was re-united with them. One of 12 children it was always a full household and Robin carried this on throughout his adult life, he always had a house full, there was always an open door. Robin met and married Anne (Pierrepont), his childhood sweetheart on the 2 nd September 1972 and they had recently reached 40 years of marriage. Together Robin and Anne had 3 children and our offers of condolences go out to them on this sad occasion and also to their respective partners, Nicola & Dino, Craig & Trish, Matty & Jodie. Then followed his adored grandchildren, Kirsty-Leigh, Summer and Josh and in May of this year, Kirsty & Tez blessed Robin & Anne with a precious grandaughter Brooklyn. Of all the people who knew Robin, you will always remember him for the joker he was. Never a dull moment, life and soul of the party, always playing the clown. One family member said ‘I laughed at the clown and the clown laughed with me’ well Robin they’re not laughing now, or maybe they are, in-between the tears? The tricks and pranks were endless, so when Robin was serious, no-one believed him. It has been said that he should have been a stand up comedian as the jokes were so fluent. This small verse is a tribute to Robin, as he was ‘Simply the Best’ He went away without farewell He said goodbye to no-one But Heaven's gate was open wide And a loving voice said "Come" Our hearts are tired and sore But through the gloom There comes the words, Not dead, just gone before." " (Just typical of what Robin would say) Robin had two main nicknames, Charlie and Knocker (Knock), amongst others that can’t be repeated. Many people knew him by these names, not just from Monk Bretton, where he lived, but also the surrounding areas and further afield, Cyprus, Chester, Wales, to name but a few. Robin and Anne have family who live in Cudworth and many local people knew him. After leaving school Robin had various jobs throughout his life, where he met many more people, some of whom became friends. He worked at Needhams, Post Office, Securor, NCB & North Gawber & briefly at Woolley pit, Gaimsters, D. C. Cook and Co-op Insurance. At Robin’s funeral a donation box was placed in lieu of flowers and the proceeds raised £200 for Barnsley Hospice. A worthy cause, a place that does so much for people, many of whom have come to the end of life. Although Robin was not one of these as he was taken so suddenly without any warning, Barnsley Hospice was Anne’s chosen charity. The family of Robin wish to acknowledge with deep appreciation the many expressions of love, concerns and kindness shown to them during this sad time. ‘May God Bless and Keep You’ R.I.P. Robin from ‘All the Family’ 24


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“Vitae lampada”: “The Torch of Life” While I was watching with my wife Jean the Olympic torch being carried aloft along Barnsley Road, Cudworth towards Lundwood on the 25 th June 2012, it suddenly reminded me of a poem my dad used to recite word for word. It was written by Henry Newbolt (1862-1938) and it gives reference to a torch, not the Olympic one but “The Torch of Life”. Furthermore I realized that the emblem on the badge of the Cudworth Secondary Modern School, (now sadly demolished) was a torch on a cross surmounted by a white Yorkshire rose. So did it give reference to teaching, learning and possibly most of all sport? The poem begins with a cricket match on the green of Newbolt’s old school in Bristol. However it could be a game of cricket on any cricket pitch in England even at Cudworth or Monk Bretton or anywhere in the area. The first verse of the poem is. There’s a breathless hush in the close tonightTen to make and the match to winA bumping pitch and a blinding light. An hour to play and the last man in. And it’s not for the sake of a ribboned coat, Or the selfish hope of a season’s fame, But his captain’s hand on his shoulder smote ”Play up! Play up! And play the game!” In the poem, the outcome of the match hangs in the balance. One team is just about surviving, with its “last man” in. The rest are out, so where does he summon his courage from? It’s not from the promise of money reward, prizes or glory, or a season’s fame but from the words of his captain to “play up and play the game”. I think what Newbolt was getting at was that if we try our best at any sport then winning and losing cease to matter or that victory is not everything, but it’s the taking part that matters most, because is anything more universal than sport? But of course with modern competitive professional sport, even amateur sometimes like football, cricket, golf etc winning means much more because there is more at stake with the football and cricket league tables, competitions and the huge wages the players in the premiership receive, not to mention the pressure the managers are under. The articles submitted for publication in the Cudworth’s Chewin t Cud magazine are like a baton race with people passing on memories and knowledge and photographs for others to read and enjoy, like “The Torch of Life”. I suppose it’s the taking part that matters the most really! Alan Curtis

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CUDWORTH’S PAST Cudworth Cricket 1938 Cudworth Cricket Club are not to play on their new ground this season at Belle Green the summer drought having won the day with the turf layers. The ground at Belle Green is a spacious area which has been taken on a five year lease with an option to purchase. They will no doubt play on the pitch they have used for the last six years, which is behind the U.D.C. offices. The club have excellent prospects for a good season they have all the cream of last season’s team that won the old people’s cup and will play in the South Yorkshire League ‘B’ and ‘C’ sections and the Barnsley Thursday League. Their Captains are J.W. Parkinson and G. Davis (Vice Captain) W. Smith and H. Cook (Vice Captain) and W. Hopkinson and H. Mellor (Vice Captain). Mr. G. H. Senior is again President and Mr. R Holmes Secretary/Treasurer. In batting strength they have again Roberts, Sykes, Maddison, Hopkinson, Mellor and Cook and amongst their bowlers they have Parkinson, O’Dowd, Lavery, Berry, Mellor and Will Hopkinson. Following this report a shock for the Cudworth Cricket Club came to light at a meeting in Cudworth on the same date when, after two hours it was decided to cancel all cricket for the season by C.C.C. The reason for this was owing to the severe drought and being unable to get the new ground in condition and that the players do not wish to play on the old ground. A report by Mr. H Senior the President stated that far from it being the death of the club, it will mean the birth of one of the finest in the area. They intend to start next season with a ground second to none. The fixtures had been made with clubs in the South Yorkshire League ‘B’ and ‘C’ Divisions and the Barnsley and District Thursday League. All obligations will be honourably met and the leagues concerned have been notified of the temporary closure. April 1938 - Football Young Jack Gambles only son of Mr. George Gambles, steward at Cudworth West End Club and Institute and Mrs. Gambles, is bringing further football prestige to the township by good work at Barnsley Grammar School. Jack who is 13, won a County Minor Scholarship at the old Pond School under Mr. H. E. Garratt and went from Pontefract Road School to Barnsley. He captain his teams at both football and cricket and is a member of the town team that has reached the semi-final of an inter-school competition in which they meet Normanton. Jack scored a goal at Middlesborough and had a hand in all three goals by which they beat Middlesborough at Oakwell a week ago. 30th October 1943 Military Medalist Sergeant Walter Hibbert R. A. (32), son of Mrs. E Hibbert of 17 Nichols Terrace, Sowerby Bridge, has been awarded the Military Medal for distinguished conduct in action in North Africa 23/9/1943. The news followed a message that he had been shot in the stomach. A native of Cudworth and formerly a miner, he had seen service in India for five years before the outbreak of war. During that period he had won a number of trophies for boxing, football and hockey. His brother, Gilbert is a prisoner in Germany he has another brother serving in the R.A.F. he is a grandson of the late Mr. and Mrs. Mark Hibbert of 215 Pontefract Road, Cudworth. 30


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