JIMMY HALL
Came to live here in the 1930's
and lived in the house that is now the Cottage Inn, lived
there for a few years
until they were condemned and we went from there to Proctors
Stead, I was still at school at that time. In 1939 we came
down to Heugh Road. When I left school I worked in the
garden at Dunston Hall. There was a fellow called Murch
bought Proctors Stead and he built the new wing on, he
was the Managing Director of Reyrolle &. Co. I got
interested in the building, The gardener there was Andrew
Tate, he was an ex-shepherd, I didn't like that sort of
work at all. I then started to work for a timber firm,
I started on a Wednesday dinner time and never went back
to the garden, I got 10/-d. a week and he came to me and
paid me £2 at the end of the month, long time to
wait for a smoke. I worked all over Northumberland after
that, selling timber, I was on the haulage side, life was
pretty good then, apprentices were appreciated, a laddy
that couldn't drive was no use to them so to get someone
that could jump onto a tractor and drive it, even just
controlling it.
When I was 17, I started to
drive for Robsons. During this time Craster Quarry was
working, my father loaded
the boats 'cause they came here from Beadnell because they
weren't making money at the sea. They were catching 100
stone of crabs but they just couldn't sell them. That's
one of the things that should have been kept - the engine
and things that were in that quarry, where they went, I
don't know. When it first started they had a big 2-cylinder
diesel engine. They put a tar planter in after that, making
tarmacadam and that was run with a diesel engine. The quarry
was quite interesting. They used to bring a ship in and
it would go out on the same tide, they got about 450 tons,
you couldn't see the North Side for all these shutes
and the stone and the dust, it must have been terrible
over there when it was windy. When the sea came in they
had to have their bins full, for weight There must have
been about 1000 tons sitting on that piece on the end of
the pier, they were big wooden bins, which were taken down
during the war for salvage, not knocked down, taken down
piece by piece. When you were coming in from sea, you saw
the bins long before you saw Craster.
There was quite a fishing industry then. There were eight
or ten boats. Life wasn't bad in Craster during the war,
you could always get a rabbit or something, especially
in the corn time, it was better than what it is now. You
could get a bag of potatoes from the farm (Howick Seahouses),
meat was rationed. He grew pigeon beans, for feeding pigeons,
small beans, everybody got them from Eric Thompson.
I went into the army in early 1944, when I joined it was
the push before the Rhine, in Belgium, I was in the 52nd
Lowland Division, HLI. When the war finished in Germany,
I was in Bremerhaven and then we went across to Brussels
and stayed there for a bit and then they decided they were
going to do an assault on Japan, so everybody from the
56 Group, they made new regiments and they made a new division,
so I went into the First HLI, came home on leave then went
back to Calais, we were watching Ivy Benson's Band, actually,
and she came and said they had just dropped the H bomb,
the war's over. We had this trouble in the Middle East
with the Jews and the Arabs, so I was sent to Cairo in
what I was standing up in, I had no gear, nothing. Went
to Tel Al Kabir, picked up vehicles and we were on the
golf course in Jerusalem. 1 could never get into MT at
all, I tried all ways, I was a Corporal Section Commander
then and there was a notice come up on detail that they
were stuck for drivers, so I applied for it. When I got
into driving, I had the best job in the army, I was driving
the Quartermaster, so I got new boots and any manner of
things. When he retired I took him to Port Said. When he
left I drove big vehicles and I was MT Sergeant within
six months.
I came out of the army in 1947 and then went back to Robsons.
They didn't pay good money, especially when you had got
married. The rent for this house was 19/11d, then. The
biggest change I find in this village is, if you go out,
for instance to the harbour wall, you never see anyone,
except a stranger, in those days, every night there were
men on the harbour wall, arguing about football, everybody
had their dinner and walked down to the dyke for a bit
conversation. Everybody met at the harbour wall, Beadnell
Square and the kiln at Seahouses, there were always fishermen
there. Anybody coming down the road when you were hauling
boats up, helped, you never walked past anybody when they
are stuck. I learned to be a fitter by looking after vehicles
when I was driving.
The publicans in the Jolly
Fisherman, were, Walter Proudlock, Tommy Abbott, George
Fenwick, Albert George. There was
an off-licence at the North Side. The place used to be
beautiful, the grass used to all be cut, they did it with
a shovel and a scythe, the village was always clean. I
tell you what I find as well, in the winter, (the workman
was called Edward Dawson, he went to work for the Council),
the Tower Bank and the Harbour Hill were gritted before
the vehicles went out in the morning. They worked hours
to suit themselves, to make sure the roads were clear in
the winter. From Craster to the field where the gate is,
the path was always cleared. There used to be a good walk
from Craster Quarry to the Radar. I carried coal to the
Radar in a 5-ton truck. You could drive straight from the
Quarry, there was a road all the way down to the bottom
of that hill. There were Italian prisoners there- I've
got a picture I bought from a German prisoner, where he
got it from, 1 don't know. This is like a little
trawl, you got hold of the ends and came to the beach with
it and pulled it across the beach, right from the harbour
mouth and it would be full of small fish, when the fishermen
were short of bait, and it would be full of bait just with
one pull across the harbour. Now you never see any sort
of fish and it makes you wonder what has happened to them
all.
When we were very young, we went out in the morning and
played out all day. I suppose that's why I find it easy
now. When I was working and all these fitters went first
thing in the morning for their coffee, I couldn't understand
it. .When I went to the Northumberland Whinstone Co., from
Robsons, in 1953, when the Quarry closed. It was very difficult
to serve your time during the war, Reyrolles. There was
never any demarcation at the quarry, if there had been,
we would never have got on in the future. I did everything
there. I did the electrics there, everything from tar tanks,
to putting new plant in and everything. It was all inspected,.
it stood me in good stead for the future. There was a different
electrical system in the quarry.
There were a lot of people
worked in the quarries in those days, there was Howick,
Ratcheugh, Craster, Embleton. Embleton
quarry had a railway that went to Christon Bank. The men
used to go and work on the farms after they had been to
work in the quarries. I knew a fellow, William Anderson,
he used to come from the quarry every night and he worked
for the fish merchant, Tom Gray. Jackie Gray was the joiner
and undertaker. Hard work in the quarries, breaking the
stone, etc. I've often said if these lot got time
and went to Dartmoor, they would have laughed at that lot.
They looked at the stone, it didn't matter how big it was,
they could smash it up. One of the things in my lifetime,
when I first went to the quarry, they had people that made
setts, kerbs and things like that, you had to get big stone
for that, they didn't have to have stone which had
been burned by a very high explosive. The idea of doing
that was, drill a hole, put gunpowder in, put a small shot
in and what they used to call 'shake it', when these
shots were shook, then they would pour gunpowder down the
back and drill the hole, that took quite a bit of doing,
that was so they got stone that wasn't burnt.
Later on the process of making kerbs out of concrete came,
so what they wanted after that was a big hole which was
four and a half inches, put a great load of dynamite down
it and blow the whole lot straight over, 4,000 tons. All
the stone, to start with was hand drilled, a bloke melled
it and knocked it up. He would knock up more than 20 ton
a day. When I finished at the quarry there were no men
there at all, the rocks of any size at all, we just blasted
and used what we called 'plasters' these were designed
to fire to the hard, didn't blow away from the rock, blows
towards it and then after that there was demonstration
blasting and I was at one of them and they called the bloke
Hindley and I came in with a wagon and I had to take the
explosive up for that bloke, the wagon body was half full
of explosives. He wired this and explained to me that it
was going to be one blast with a split second behind the
other one, so it went in a shock right down the face and
they got about 4,000 - 5,000 tons out at one time. What
they did they blew the bottom out and the top dropped down
the back.
The workers started at 7,30
a.m., cup of tea at nine o'clock,
quarter of an hour, 12-12.30 for dinner, finished at 4.15p.m.
All the stone men at this quarry were pieceworkers, they
worked singly, every man working for himself. When I went
to the quarry in 1953, they were producing 300 tons a day
and when I finished at the quarry, they had machines and
that and were producing into the thousands. They had great
big dumpers and that. Everything was weighed prior to that,
even the tubs, everybody had a token with their number
on and they put the token on the tub, or if there was an
old truck leading it up, the drivers got the token when
they came back so when it was weighed, they knew exactly
whose tubs they were.
I started to work for myself but it went wrong, I put
my trust in people. When that packed up I went to work
.... Hares, the long distance lorry people at Felton, I
was workshop foreman. I was told on a Thursday that I was
finished on the Friday, they went into liquidation. I went
to Skania, it was solely chassis welding design work, making
special vehicles, I didn't do any greasing or any servicing.
Saab were the people that made Skania.
Not many characters left now in the village. There was
a billiard table in the Reading Room, it was kept in control
of, they didn't run riot, you listened and you watched
shots, that was every night. It was taken out to make room
for dances. Lots of dances in those days, there was quite
a lot to do. In 1942 there were two big mines come in,
took the windows out of all the houses. Craster finished
at the Church, in a straight line to the beach This was
all the Heugh, where we used to play football. There was
a rocket house up beside the Coastguard Cottages, all the
fishermen and quarry men were all volunteer lifesavers.
Craster Quarry was closed
before the war and it was opened again by a firm called
Kings & Co., of Glasgow and
then when Boulmer and Brunton aerodromes were built, they
were fetching stone out of the quarry for the runways they
started blasting back again. In those days you could walk
into the quarry and walk straight up to the top, there
must have been 100,000 tons of dust. Dust was a waste commodity,
you couldn't tar stone with dust on it, you had to get
it clean to get the old gas tar off, that came from the
making of coke in Newcastle. When I first went to the quarry
they were using gas tar and then they started to get bitumen.
You could sit in in the clothes you're wearing now, it
was ultra modem and it was 24 volts controlling 440 volt
in the plant, so the whole panel was 24 volt, you just
pressed buttons, in the old age, you pulled the tar, you
tipped the tar in among the stone and all that sort of
things but then it became modem.
I was driving a truck and one of the fitters hurt his
hand and was off work and the gaffer asked if I would go
to the garage for a little bit, so I did that but someone
else was driving my truck and I didn't like that 'cause
they didn't clean it out. So I stayed in the garage, the
old fellow came back, now he was a steam man so we were
working on big diesels, it was very interesting. If you
are going to light a little fire to do something, a lot
of people light a little fire and then they put coal on,
you don't do that You get all the coal and everything on
there because once you put coal on, you cool the fire down.
That steams the boiler, you have all the vents set. I've
never driven a wagon with a heater in.
DONT THINK THERE WAS MUCH MORE - JUST AS WELL 'CAUSE TV'S
GIVING ME A HEADACHE!!!
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