WILLY MITFORD
I was born in Morpeth, I came to live in Craster when I was
about 2-year old because my mother belonged to Craster, she
was a Robson, my grandfather started the kipper business. My
father was a Morpeth man. We came here during the Miners' strike,
my father was a miner and we came here and he got a job in
the quarry, with McLaren. I went to school in Dunston, no canteens
in those days, you had to walk up and down at lunch time. If
the hounds were out, we used to go away with them and get into
school late and we used to get the stick about six times
on your backside and if you laughed you maybe got another stick.
We still thought a lot of the schoolteacher, he had quite a
life with us all, 'cause he had ulcers and now that I have
ulcers, I wonder what sort of life he had. He took about four
classes, there were just two teachers and
60 or 70 going to school. There was the little room and then
he went into the big room, where there about four different
classes. We used to say we went to the High School 'cause
it was up the hill.
I was at school till I was fourteen
and had to get a job and I went to work at Howick Quarry,
first of all 1 worked in the
quarry and then I worked in the weighbridge office, till I
went to the Army in 1943. I didn't need to go into the Army,
I could have been exempt 'cause they were bringing men out
of the Army to work in the quarry to get the stone for the
aerodromes. I went in February, 1943, to Clitheroe in Lancashire,
then I went to Chester to train to be in the engineers and
from there I went to Aldershot From there to the Isle of Wight,
then to Felixtowe, to Scarborough and trained for the Normandy
landings. The Normandy landings were pretty rough, it was no
picnic, there was a lot of fighting before we got through by
Caen and we were kind of stuck for a long time because the
British were up against the Panzers, the Americans moved but
they weren't having the heaviest fighting, the Panzers were
against the British and Canadians at Caen and that held us
up. Once we got to past that,
we went straight through, no stopping until we got to Paris.
We used to play cowboys and Indians
up the lonnen, in the summertime we all had boats and we used
to go along the coast
towards the Castle. We would spend all day sailing them in
the pools, we were always in trouble because we didn't come
back for our meals, nobody played around the doors in those
days- We used to swim at the Hole in the Dyke over to Muckle
Carr and along at the big hill towards the Castle. We never
swam off the sand, we always swam from the rocks. As we got
older we used to go to dances, it was the main entertainment
you had. I used to go to about four or five dances a week,
every village had a dance on a different night We went to Remiington,
Embleton, Seahouses, Ainmouth, Brunton Aerodrome when the RAF
had it, Howick. Sometimes we had dances here. There was a big
billiard table
in the hall and we used to dance around it, I met my wife after
I came out of the Army, in 1948/9, at Newton. The big snowstorm
was in 1947 and I came out of the Army just before that because
I can remember the cold, I had just come home from the Far
East, I went there when the Germans were finished, I was put
on what they called "the Burma posting', the Japanese
were still on and we went out to India and were preparing to
invade Singapore. When they dropped the atom bomb, the Japs
packed in and we went over and took over from them in Singapore.
The bomb was the best thing that ever happened, it saved a
lot of our lives.
I think we had a better social life than the youngsters have
today, we used to cycle into Alnwick to the pictures. You either
walked or cycled everywhere. When I came home I went back to
the Quarry, you had to get your job back, I worked there for
a while and I didn't like being in one place at a time after
being in the Army so I started driving a lorry for them, I
drove for them for a year or so and then 1 came and drove for
Willy Robson at Craster and I drove for him for 30+ years.
The Quarry here was worked by
McLaren then Crow Catchpole took it over and then it was
closed and then Kings came in
the wartime to get stone for the aerodromes, they were a Scottish
company. I went back to the quarry on piecework, breaking stone
with the hammer, for l/6d. a ton, you had break it up and fill
a tub and take it down to the crusher, you worked in twos,
I worked with Chris Breeze, sometimes you filled lorries, which
was easier than riding the tubs out and coming back again,
that took time. We were making good money compared to what
other men were making, if you made £12 a week in those
days, you were making good money. I packed it in to start driving
for £5.10s, but I wanted to get out on the road. You
had two hammers a 'slogger' and a 'mell' the mell had
a round end and a sharp end, to cut a big stone. The slogger
had a sharp square and you cut sideways on, you had to know
how to hit it The stone had to reduced to about nine inches
to be able to get through the crusher. If you were cutting
them for setts, they had to be cut specially by experienced
'knockers up. Unbelievably some parts of the quarry, the stone
was harder than other, the south side of Howick quarry the
stone was like cutting cheese but it took a lot of breaking
at the
other side, coarser stone altogether. Whinstone
is the toughest stone you can get
I first delivered stone for the quarry and then started to
drive for Willy Robson. The lorry was hired out to the Council,
I used to pick a gang up for the Council. After that I led
out of the quarry, down to Newcastle, Durham, Middlesbrough,
and places to Council depots. I never did long distance, I
was always home at night. Then we went on to agricultural lime,
leading to the farms. We used to go to Ayr and Perth with lime
and bring fertiliser back.
The houses were all evacuated along the bottom, we lived nearest
in the house Edith Robson lives in now, when the mine went
up. It shattered the windows of several houses, that was in
1941. They knew it would go off at a certain time when the
tide brought it onto the rocks and once it hit the rocks it
would blow up, it was coming in between the Carrs.
The German dropped bombs at Howick, right on the comer beside
the Hall, one was dropped in the woods there. We used to sit
out on the harbour wall and listen to the planes, if they dropped
anything it was just as they were going out, to get back as
soon as they could.
There was a radar station on the top of the Heughs and then
they put the Italian prisoners of war up there. They were
working on the farms. The huts were so far down the hillside,
there's a little brick building which I think has been a
cess pool. All the villages had what they called a Feast,
the children ran in races and there was a big greasy pole
to climb, with a ham or something at the top and whoever
got to the top got it There used to be few sideshows and
they used to park alongside the wall beside the pub. Easter
time we used to go round the farms collecting eggs and we
had to be at the Tower at 11 o'clock and we went down and
knocked at the door and Mrs Craster would come out and give
us all a new penny, we used to stand for hours waiting for
it. The Crasters saw to everything then, they owned the old
houses. On rent day, when you went to pay the rent you got
your dinner at the Towers, they always gave Christmas parties,
everything that was on was given by the Crasters. The old
Square was owned by the Squire. The burn divided the north
side from the south. The land on the north side was all owned
by the Sutherlands.
The Crasters built St. Peter's
Church and built the harbour. They took the bins down during
the war, they thought it was
a guide for enemy planes, but in fact, they could be guided
by the Castle. I think it was due to come down anyway, it was
a wood construction. We used to climb up it when we were young.
We used to get into trouble. I was always in trouble for something.
We used to have a little boat, we called 'the punt ' which
was my uncle's, who owned the kipper yard, he used it for ferrying
the herring ashore when the drifters came and couldn't get
into the harbour because they were too big- We used to play
in that and I was always in trouble for being away in it. They
didn't mind so much if we stayed in the harbour but if we went
out, we got wrong. My father was against it cause he didn't
like the thing, he was never brought up at the sea. My mother
didn't mind so much as she had been brought up at the sea.
We used to go as far as the Castle and we would have to row
back-
The Crasters were very good to the village, we used to have
a Santa Claus giving presents at the parties, it was Sir John's
mother and father and I think the family were hit with death
duties when they died, cause they kept servants, gardeners
and joiners and everything in those days. Two nurses were kept
for the father before he died.
When I first started work I worked
for 4d. an hour and when you got to fifteen it went up to
5d. and it went up a Id an
hour until you got to 21 and then you got a full wage, which
for a labourer at the quarry, was about £2.10s. A man
who broke stone would get about £3. I was working on
piecework, if you didn't work hard you didn't make the money-
It was a hard life but you were fit. I always remember. Jimmy
' Turnbull, he used to joke with me, he said that when I first
came out of the Army, I had one hip pocket on one side and
one on the other side and when I finished knocking up at the
quarry, he said them two pockets were overlapping, as I'd lost
such a lot of weight
When we were youngsters, we nearly all went up the butcher's
shop, especially on killing day. They had a ring on the floor
and the rope went through it, they went in and they threw the
rope around the beast's neck and everybody pulled and pulled
and they got the beast's head right down on the bottom, then
they killed it I first remember they used to stun it with a
hammer and there was a spike in the other end and they put
the spike into it's brain. Later they got a humane killer where
they put it against the head and it was like a stun gun- They
did the same with the sheep. They used to put pegs through
the sheep's throat at one time and bleed them. It was gory
but when your a kid you don't mind, as you get older you can't
stand it
They made the coffins in the Joiner's
Shop, Georgie Grey's father was a good joiner and all the
men he trained turned
out to be good joiners. Ralph Dawson, the boatbuilder at Seahouses
served his time there, old Adam Durham, he was a good joiner,
John Archbold. It was a very busy place in those days. Everybody
used to end up there on a wet day, it would stop a lot of work
'cause you got on talking. At one time, everybody went to the
kipper yard, you cannot go in now like you used to, for Health & Safety
reasons. At one time bus loads of school children used to come
and be shown round the yard but now you can't do this. Nowadays
children never get their hands dirty, we would be filthy and
eating things with dirty hands and we had resistance, everything
is too clean now.
I gave up driving when I was 64,
I couldn't have stood another year, things had changed so
much, it was becoming a rat race.
When I first started driving, if you got a puncture, all the
other drivers would stop and give you a hand to change your
wheel but if you stopped now they would run you over, they
haven't time. If they stop, the boss knows you've stopped
because of the tachographs.
I work two days a week at the yard, doing the post, putting
stuff into envelopes, sometimes I vacuum pack, if necessary.
I went into the yard when I retired. Ken was ill at the time
and I used to take him out in the car and that, until he died-
I just carried on there, it was part of my life, being in the
yard. My mother worked there. Vera says if I can get away into
that yard, I'm happy. When Edith used to run the restaurant,
they opened the place down below and had a bar and sold coffee,
they had just lunches and high tea. There were so many people
wanted to go that they used to have a booking, and, after their
meal, customers used to go down to the bottom and were served
their coffee, so that they could have another sitting at the
tables.
When I was a youngster the wreck came ashore at the Hole in
the Dye, called the 'Hara Fagra' it was loaded with pit props.
The next one I can remember was on the sands at Newton and
there was one at the Cushet, just below the Castle, it was
like a trawler. My uncle, Luke Robson, had sets of clothing
to clothe anyone who came ashore from the wrecks, it was the
Shipwrecked Mariners'Association, he was their agent here and
after that he would take them to Alnwick and maybe fit them
out with clothes. There was a boat blew up during the war,
it was beside the Fame Islands and all the cigarettes, Chinese
money, tennis balls, pencils and things came into the harbour.
At Newton where these come up, they buried them in the gardens,
some had them hidden in the dungeons at the Castle. We went
and collected tins but when you opened them up, the tobacco
was alright but the papers were wet so you had to rescue the
tobacco and roll them again, kept us going for a while.
We used to play in the Castle,
climb the walls, nobody looked after it when we were small,
then they had a man from Embleton
with one arm, he looked after it for a long time. It was probably
dangerous but now if you see a kiddy running along the wall
of the harbour you would have a heart attack but you did it
yourself and thought nothing of it. The same with the wood
on the edge, we used to run along that, you're sure-footed
when you're young and have no fear.
Vera used to do bed and breakfast, we had a lot of nice people
and made at lot of friends. We have a friend in Newcastle who
is like part of the family now, she came and stayed when she
was a toddler, her mother and father used to stay with my mother
and they came for years and when my mother died they came to
stay with us, there were two girls, one is dead now and we
keep in touch with the other one. The same people came every
year. In those days people used to stay for a week or a fortnight,
it's not like now where they just come for one or two nights.
They used to come by train in those days and get off at Little
Mill. Some used to come by taxi from Newcastle.
Vera used to work at the kippers, nearly all the village women
worked in the herring yard, my mother worked there.
We were married 50 years ago and our son, Keith was born on
our second anniversary. We had a nice party, with the family,
for our anniversary, our family came from Harrogate and Berwick. |