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Wartime Farm

Posted: 21/09/2012 at 14:45

Part 2.
 One Saturday morning in early spring Mother got my sister and I ready said we were going away, as we often went off in the car or the truck we were not worried and so we arrived at Deighton a single row of houses one side of the road farms at each end a Church and a Manse on the other side of the road, there was a field between the road and the house full of cows which we crossed to one of the cottages.
We were introduced to Aunty Rose Waller (half the village were Wallers and half Thompson's) who showed us our rooms, two bedrooms and an attic room nice and cosy, we had tea and cake some of the relatives came in and as I got bored went out to have a look around. A little while later I heard an engine start up I knew that engine and started to run, past the cottage over the field and onto the road just as the truck disappeared round the S bend at the end of the village. I continued running and remember the terror of my parents having driven off leaving me with strangers in a strange place. I ran towards Appleton Wiske three miles away and collapsed into a bramble patch breathless and with a stitch, sobbing, I was cut and scratched on the arms and legs but did not notice, I was totally devastated
Aunt Rose finally caught up with me and we both cried, she had only been married a few months and her husband had gone in the Army which was why she had wanted us and of course my mother was paying as well. Come on let us get those scrapes seen to and we slowly walked back, I do not think my life ever again reached such a low ebb.
So started our life in Deighton, abandoned so we thought although loved by Rose and fussed over, all I saw was being torn away from all I knew and dumped in a place without running water, drinking water came from a well washing water out of the barrels under the roof down-comers and oil lamps instead of our gas and electric lamps.
The village was all working farms though each cottage had a garden complete with outside soil closet which all ended up on the garden after it progressed through the midden. One of the farms had one child a daughter about three years older than me and curiosity got us talking, her Dad realised I had farming and animal background so told me if I helped he would give me pocket money, I spent all my spare time with him and the animals I suppose making it easier to come to terms with being abandoned. Rose told us she would be taking us to school on the Monday, that did not make me any happier.


Wartime Farm

Posted: 21/09/2012 at 14:28

I will break this up as it is a long story.

!939, the phony war so it was said but in October nine German planes attacked Rosyth two of them were shot down by 602 and 603 Squadrons of the RAF, the very first attack on Britain, even with censorship news flashed round the country like a wildfire and our parents started to really worry.

That Christmas I got a brand new Hercules bike £4/19/6 as did a lot of the kids around the green Parents having gone through the first war knew it would not be over by Christmas so gave us kids a last spree.
In the early spring the Germans broke out, the second evacuation happened the first one at the beginning of the war had reversed as the kids went back home, it was mainly in the South so we missed it. Schools had been closed on the declaration but opened again half the kids going mornings and half afternoon changing each week until shelters were built. If a bomb hit the school only half the village kids would die.
Dad was driving round the country side delivering steam coal as most factories in the area had steam boilers, he had a newish truck a German Opel bought off a Japanese business man from Middlesbrough in 1938, not the best deal of the century although he was not the only one. It was better built bigger engine and was plated for 5 cubic metres an extra ton most British trucks were 4 cm. And so a total life change began.


What's the weather like in your area?

Posted: 21/09/2012 at 13:35

Pam life is what you make of it, you can sit and watch it pass you or climb aboard and ride the wild ride, I was lucky in that Joan was exactly the same, get off the tourist route and explore, that is what makes life interesting.
Morning in Tospots, a call down into the village for a fresh chicken, sort Pam's mail and put the heating on, now eating my bully beef sandwich with Alfy licking his lips, he will get the last bite though the mustard may throw him.
Sunshine all the way now some dark patches of cloud but also blue sky, the box still says heavy rain.


What's the weather like in your area?

Posted: 21/09/2012 at 09:07

Stockton heavy rain "err"  not quite. Sea fret would be the word and getting brighter from the South that's "Rains" side of the Tees, much darker to the North but travelling slowly towards the coast.
Well Rain Alfy likes the fields and woods around here, he chases the Ravens who each day take down a young bird and the Magpies strut across the fields like platoons of soldiers, it is interesting watching them.
We see the Canada Geese come and go each year usually alerted by the racket they make as they fly, a wonderful sight, lots of them land on the lake at Sedgefield Hardwick Hall, plenty of room for them there.
As I passed Norton Duck Pond yesterday it was full of ducks, they all leave the pond at dusk and wander into the Church Yard for the night, last one in shut the gate.


Wartime Farm

Posted: 21/09/2012 at 08:51


I thought last nights show was “Arts and crafts” plus Strictly come dancing badly. Wartime farming was hardly mentioned apart from “tackin tauld sow t boar”, we did that. As for tile making we had one of the biggest tile and brick makers in the country less than five miles away, they were in full production all the war and after leaving massive holes in the country side digging the clay.

The bit that upset me and brought back memories long suppressed was the “Evacuee story” Ruth making bed frames and Huts turned into dormitories may have happened in the South where the City's took a pasting up North no. and nobody asked the kids.

My Sister and I were what was known as paid for evacuees, Mother and Father went into the countryside and found someone willing to take us for money and there by hangs a tale which I will write and post on here if it is of interest to anyone.



Posted: 20/09/2012 at 22:59

Alan, Figrat said it for me, straight onto the ground some wire if rats are about but a good kick every time you pass frightens them away.
Always start with some thin brushwood it lets the air in and the heat will make it rise through the heap. You can drill extra holes or just put four bits of stick under the corners to raise it a tad.
Mix what you put in I sometimes heap up what needs to go in mix it with a fork then toss it in, do not pack it down let it settle. Wave a watering can with a rose over it as you go just damp it do not soak it. A good starter is the recycled beer from the night before stored in an old plastic milk bottle and added to the watering can as you sprinkle. Do not leave bottle in fridge it upsets the wife and Granddad thinks its whisky.
Fill it over the winter and leave, in the spring you should have some good stuff at the base. That is why most of us have two, fill one and empty the other.
Hope this helps.



Posted: 20/09/2012 at 15:56

Anne, are there any holes in your tub, compost needs air to start working.
Tip it out somewhere out of the way and let it dry off a bit.
Restart your tub with some brush wood, crumpled up paper or cardboard or woody bedding plants that have gone over soil and all.
Put the old compost back a layer at a time no more that a couple of inches that's old money in new money it is around 50 mm I think?
Add leafy material, vegetable peelings a bit of woody stuff chopped up small and put the bin where it will get some heat from the sun and out of the wind.
Never add more than the said 2 inches of anything at one time, you can of course layer it as you go, I often add a foot or so but layered. Lawn clippings about an inch at a time and rake it in.
As you go sprinkle each layer with a watering can fitted with a rose, it wants to be damp not soaking wet.
A mixture of air heat and damp will give you good compost in time, with a bin around six months although now it should just over winter. I turn the compost now and then, in your case tip it out and throw it back mixing air and damping as you go.
No one said composting is easy.


What's the weather like in your area?

Posted: 20/09/2012 at 15:37

Hello Rain, I watch the swifts as the midges rise off the fields they feed well around here.
We had sea fret which cleared early then the sun dried everything up so two lawns got cut, too late for the green waste though.
I have my feet up now, the casserole is in the oven with potato's on top a one dish meal ready in an hour or so so a laze after a busy day.


What's the weather like in your area?

Posted: 20/09/2012 at 11:09

Hello Chris, foot has been OK for a while and even the knee is bearing up, I would think all those years of being very active are the main cause, self inflicted wounds as we called them in the army. Many top athletes end up with some form of arthritis as with all things you go with it.
Started the big clean up Pam will be back from Cyprus late Saturday night and you bet she will be round here on her broomstick to check on me. She may want lunch Sunday and I have not been to my local butchers yet. Tonight is chicken casserole and my trick is to add chorizo when frying it off, it adds that spicy touch to the leeks and celery.
Weather still a constant drizzle no heavy rain as predicted, the green waste have collected all my bags, not much left of the Autumn clean up apart from the lawns.


bolting leeks

Posted: 20/09/2012 at 09:09

Anything that has bolted is past its best, leeks need to be firm inside so any softness means past it to me. I use leeks in all the cooking and often braise them in stock for one of the veg dishes.
In the North East of England where I live, leek growing becomes a thing of mystery even best mates will not tell each other how they grow them. Wives become leek widows as husbands sleep with their leeks, the shows gave good money and prizes for the biggest leeks, I think it is losing its appeal these days and I much prefer the small leeks for a better taste.
Still we got plenty of leek and bacon puddings during the season as the weaklings were weeded out and only the best left to mature.


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