Mothersdale, a former resident, tells this story
"I was born at
Eastfields farm on October 7th 1918. My
parents farmed the land which belonged to Scobies
of Hob Ground House. It was 84 acres and rented. I had a brother, Eddie
older than me. Fred and Mary were born later.
On being 5 years old I
School. I joined several others from our way who
walked 2 or 3 miles every day down what is called the long lane, It was lined
with trees but every big gale brought another one down. Children from
Barugh walked via our fields to
School as well. Two of the Houlstons from
north field came, also 4 from Normanby grange.
Miss Dodds, our teacher, lived at
Normanby Lodge but she cycled. The
Flintofts, 6 or 7 of them, came from
Normanby Manor and 4 Martons
from the Rise. What a walk they had every day wet or fine.
The school was heated by
a tortoise stove. Mrs Ward lit this, she was the caretaker. She
had an awful job getting it to go. Miss Foxton
was the infants' teacher. Miss Dodds put a
heater on at lunch time to make cocoa. The loo was outside and to wash
our hands we bent to the bowl on the floor in the corner of the porch.
The bowl had about 2 inches of water in and a shiny piece of carbolic soap
with a thin wet towel to dry on. The teachers were strict but good and
taught all the different subjects for 5 to 14 year olds, when we left.
Miss Dodds had a cane but I never got it. At
play times we played in the school yard with the boys but were not allowed to
go out. I can't remember all the games - rounders,
in and out, windows, team games as well.
Our head teacher operated
a penny bank and on Monday mornings we brought our bank books. It was a
church school and Mr Norman Jackson the vicar used to come and teach the
catechism on a Thursday morning for perhaps half an hour. The school
schedule was on the wall and was followed all the way. I took my eleven
plus but my dad would not let me go to Grammar school. 'Education's no
use', he said. You never want work if you go to school was his story.
We moved to Salton Grange in 1928 but still came
School. Mr Crosswell from Hutton-le-Hole
used to show slides some evenings in the school on old local buildings.
We all came if we could.
Tweedie from Riseborough Hall started a
club. We used to go straight from school on a Friday and walk all the
way to the meetings at Riseborough. We
sometimes rehearsed in this lovely old house with big fires and lovely
furniture. Mainly we met in the ballroom, had games and instruction,
went trekking in summer and team games in the gardens. They went
camping. The years went by, we left school, I
had to stay home. Eddie worked on the land. I helped indoors and out,
especially at harvest and hay time.
Tolmoore formed a cricket team for girls and we all loved this.
We played on the men's pitch when there was no fixture in
Rivis field at Westfield over the Beck. It was far down
Malton road over the bridge. We cycled to
away matches mostly. Mr Swalwell, the vicar,
had a car and he took some of the team with him, he also umpired for us.
We had always gone to
Sunday school twice on a Sunday and then chapel at night with our parents.
Some people called Lees were at Bridge farm. They used to come to
Eastfields on a Sunday night and have a sing-song
round the organ.
Our groceries were
ordered from Kirby. A man came for the order and delivered in a day or
two with a free packet of sweets. Mrs Boyes
had a shop in the village and we all spent our pennies there. Mum made
butter and had customers in the village. I often had to deliver the
orders and got a penny for doing it. We enjoyed looking in the
Blacksmith's shop to see them stoking the fire up. If they were
hooping wheels they did this outside and threw
water on the red hot hoop as they hammered it in place.
Sleightholmes had 2 sets of threshing machines and came to each farm to
thresh when the farmer was ready.
All the pies were cooked
in the coal fire. There was no electricity or running water. The
corn was bagged and carried to the granary. The barley was taken to
Sinnington mill to grind to feed pigs and flour
was brought from here. We had a flour bin in the kitchen that held 10
stones of flour.
We hardly ever saw a car.
I started school but was always warned not to take a ride. Later we had
whist drives in the school that we all supported. When we got bicycles
we got about more and started cycling to school. If we wanted yeast for
bread we could get it at Normanby shop.
When the war came most of
the boys were called up. I joined the land army and went to work at
Normanby Hill. Lockwood's had built a new
dairy near the barn at Normanby
bridge and started a Jersey herd. Several
different herdsmen came and went. A Mr. Talbot had one cow that broke
the milk record for producing the most milk in one day. Most of the
future cows in the herd bred from this line. Any surplus cows, heifers
or even bulls in the herd were taken to Reading for a collective sale and made
good prices down there. The local farmers did not like the Jersey cow as
it was worth nothing as beef.
During the war we had
Gala days when money was raised for the Red Cross. I know I chased a
cockerel on the river bank and caught it. I enjoyed being in the land army
just working on the land in all weathers, no combines but spade lug tractors
and after a while I married the herdsman at Normanby
has changed as families come and go. Early days it was
and Hornbys. Work was mainly local.
The blacksmith and the tailor were Foxtons; the
threshing machine man was a Sleightholme.
After we had floods several were employed by the river board and cleared the
rivers. Some earlier were employed as farm men or even a
lengthman on the roads and kept the verges mown
and gulleys cleaned.
the glider factory came to Kirby that was another opening for the young ones.
We used to have to go for
a doctor if one was needed until the telephone came. The district nurse
was at Sinnington and I think we paid 10/- a year
in case we needed her. We cycled to Pickering to see the dentist.
Sometimes on a Saturday we went to Malton by pony
and trap setting off about 10 in the morning. A huckster came round each
week to collect your eggs and butter or old hens. Later a bus started to
run to Malton and Pickering. On a Saturday
they were packed, it cost 9d return.
Not many new houses were
built before the 1980s. Lockwood's built 2 down
Lane for their men and when Albert Sleightholme's
house was sold it was pulled down and a new bungalow built. The council
houses looked awful when they were first built but since then a lot of things
have been altered. I like to see some of the old ones still there and
also to know there are still one or two born in Normanby
and still there.
Dobson (Mrs Mothersdale) c.1935