Remembering Kenton in 1948. A guest post for Discovering Heritage. “School was also an adventure. I went to Edgefield Junior School with my brother and sister. We walked to school across Kenton Lane and went down the “ash path” which ran from Kenton Lane, beside Westwood Avenue towards Fawdon.”
One of history’s dilemmas is that it tends to favor the well known, the grand gesture, the highly profiled. However, I find myself gripped with the idea that every man, woman and child who lives or has lived has or had their own story, and all small ordinary stories will influence the bigger stories in history. Every occupation enables a community to thrive; simply by going about their day-to-day lives, our ancestors played a part in creating history
In the delightful details that embellish a person’s life, which somehow make it into the news, we get a tantalising taste of what life was like for the people who lived in our properties through the years. At Discovering Heritage we will search through hundreds of years of news archives to find out if the houses you’ve lived in have a legacy in print!
I was born in the unheated bedroom of a one up, one down colliery house in a snowstorm. The midwife couldn’t get there so my Grandma delivered me. I spent much of my early childhood in that house as my mother worked and I loved it. It was a couple of doors down from the Trap, the social heart of Coxlodge.