I quite often visit Tynemouth Market, either with Sophie on our photographic adventures, or with Phil on his quest for bargain vinyl.
Replacing the original station which opened in 1847 to link Newcastle to Berwick by rail, the station we have now opened on 7th July 1872. It was designed by William Bell for the North Eastern Railway Company and in 1980 it was switched over to serve the Tyne & Wear Metro. (Like the Tube if you’re in the South of England, or the Subway if you’re in the USA. Not sure about anywhere else!) The station had had a long period of neglect so underwent a major restoration and was subsequently was reopened by Princess Anne on 2nd July 2012.
Newcastle Library has a few photos of it back around 1890 – 1910
On Saturdays and Sundays the market appears. There are over over 150 stalls where you can find local produce and homemade, artisan treats from independent traders, rummage for treasures on the eclectic bric-a-brac stalls or riffle through tables of second-hand books and records. There are vintage clothing stalls, vintage jewellery and accessories, where you can also pick up unique antique items, retro fashion, vintage homeware and furniture. Local artists and designers also have stalls of artiisan crafts, unique artwork, prints and photography. Food stalls with Indian, Greek, Chinese et al street food for lunch and the smells are so enticing when you walk past.
I think it lends itself wonderfully to photography, especially on film, so I took the Riva with me when I went with Phil a few weeks back and Christmas was on the horizon.
I think it’s time for another visit when the weather is a bit warmer!
A little break from my film photography this week, but I have again been digging through old albums and photo’s that I boxed up when Mum died, and I came across one that she started just after I was born, through to when I was 10 years old. It was cool to look through my early years, most of which I don’t remember and mortifying to see the dreadful haircuts I had to endure. So I thought I’d give you all a laugh (we need that at this time of plague I think!) and share some of what I came across. 🙂
Mum and me in 1959, I was 3 months old here. Obviously a stunningly gorgeous baby. 🤣
August 1960 I was 1 yr old and we went on holiday to Southport. This elegant pose which I am performing, is one of many very similar ones throughout my younger years. My Mum looks suitably impressed.
Still 1960. Mum and I lived with my Grandparents, and this is me on Grandma’s knee having a story. She died a year later so there are not many pictures of me with her.
In 1961 I seem to have reached the cute toddler stage.
1962 ~ a bit blurry but this is the only one in the album for that year. That was a Silver Cross toy pram, and I had a Tiny Tears to put in it at one point.
1963 and on holiday at the seaside, I think possibly at St.Annes, Blackpool. Do they still do donkey rides I wonder? This is the last of the cuteness phase, it’s all downhill from here!
My lovely Grandad was with us, he was a surrogate Dad to me until he died when I was 6yrs old. In those days gentlemen wore a suit and tie on the beach!
1964, Mum had a thing for circular photo’s to fit more into the album.
1965 and I’m not sure what the hell I’m doing here. It doesn’t look like health and safety were involved!
1966 and a family gathering. From left to right, My Grandad, Frank, Uncle Bill, (he wasn’t related- back then if Mum had a boyfriend they were ‘Uncles”), my cousin Jeanette (real Aunty Irene’s girl) Aunty Irene, Mum’s older sister, Mum and then me holding a recorder. Three blind mice I can still do! This is where the dodgy pudding bowl haircuts begin. 🙄
also in 1966 I rode a horse! I have no memory of this at all . That’s Uncle Bill with me again, so Mum must be taking the photo. I look very serious. Smile girl!
Still looking serious in 1967, on holiday at Treaddur Bay in Wales in a caravan. We took my friend Mandy with us. Both of us had poodles, mine was called Candy and was a pedigree pooch with a proper full name – Princess Candy of Snowlea and a certificate.
1968 and THE worst haircut. But at least I’m smiling!
In 1969 Aunty Irene came to stay with us as a few months as she had a new baby, Jamie. She’d had an affair and Jamie was the result. Her husband was divorcing her and eventually she went to live with the new chap, I don’t remember his name. I know Mum was relieved when she went, it hadn’t been easy having the bossy older sister living with her, and I also remember Mum upset as Irene took Grandads war medals with her without asking. Never got them back. We visited a couple of times, but when Jamie was 4 or 5 Aunty Irene had a massive stroke one night and died. After the funeral her husband and Jamie disappeared, moved house and never got in touch, so I don’t know what became of him. I look a bit worried here.
Also in the 1969 section a colour picture of me seemingly in a river somewhere on a lilo. The dodgy haircut was here to stay.
And so to the last page in Mum’s album, 1970, I’m 10 years old here and Mum had me taking dance classes to try and girlify me. It didn’t work 😀
Finally me in our back garden on Lamb Hall Rd in Huddersfield. You can see top left My grandad’s old potting shed, and there I am with Candy.
Isn’t it strange how much we change in our formative years? Anyway hope you all had a giggle at my haircuts, and get inspired to dig out your own early days photo’s. Something fun to do while we’re all stuck indoors!
Like most people of a certain age, I have a load of old printed family photographs, and I thought it was high time I digitised them. I’m starting with Mum, as I have more pictures of her than anyone, and she had an interesting life. She was born in 1929 and the first photo I have is her school class photo, yes even back then the school photo was the thing!
Not sure how old she was there, I think about 6 or 7 so round about 1935. Mum is in the middle row, 4th from the right, chin up and looking at the camera. I so love the little grumpy girl standing outside the rest, she looks well naffed off!
Next is a photo taken with Mum on the left and her older sister Irene on the right. A bit older now but still at the far end of the 30’s I think.
I have no idea what’s going on in this next shot, photobombed by the dalmation I think, the look on the little girls face front and right is priceless. Not a dog lover I think. Mum is at the back, far left.
Into the 1940’s now, and Mum growing up. I’d say she was 12 ish here, still at school.
A few years later, in her early 20”s, round about 49/50
By this time Mum was a singer, and joined the Huddersfield Amateur Operatic Society. Back then this was major entertainment in the North, all major towns had their own version, and put on the musicals of the day, Brigadoon, The Desert Song, Merrie England, and she took the lead soprano part in most of them. Not sure which musicals the first two are, but I think the next one’s are The Desert Song.
So that’s it for now until I get the urge to go through some more!