Memories of Treeton, Autumn of 1967
Browsing through Internet, I just came to discover this Treeton web. Beautiful surprise.
My name is Ignacio Alvarez
I am 56, from Madrid, a journalist.
I lived in Treeton from September 1967 until June 1968. During those months I taught Spanish at Aston Woodhouse High School. I got to love that area and those people. I stayed with the Shaw family at 35 Well Lane. Lovely Shaws did take care of me, were incredibly patient with my learning of English. And so many lovely memories. In 1979, I went back to Treeton only for a couple of hours. Lost Treetn's track after that.
Anyway, it’s been wonderful to see Treeton images: Wood Lane, the Church, the mines...
Today you have made me the happiest man on earth: Treeton again in my mind, my heart, my memory! You can not even imagine how many times my mind has travelled to Treeton after I left. Peggy Shaw. my landlady and later my beloved friend, was the sweetest lady I met in England Back in 1979, during a professional trip to London, I used a half free day to take a train to Sheffield, and then the old 21 bus to Treeton and knocked on "my sweet home" of 35 Well Lane. No answer. A neighbour told me then that Mrs. Shaw was in a wheelchair and did not live there anymore. She has a son, David, and a daughter, Linda. David was my age, was at college in Loughbororugh and we colud not became really friends because we did not get to see much of each other. He was an awfully nice kid. Linda was seven year younger. Last time I heard from her, she was getting married . But we lost touch in in 1976
I am recovering form a serious illness, This is real therapy for me. You can not imagined what impression I felt when I sort of walked again into Aston Woodhouse Comprehensive School (in my days, that was its name), and flew with my mind to Spanish classes for O and A level students English, which I got to use very fluently in the old days of Treeton (strong Yorkshire accent, by the way!), does not come down to my speech or my ideas as easily as it used to. I still read it often and relatively well.
I remember Pat Nuttall. She was one of Peggy Shaws' closest friends. She had a delightful daughter named Gillian, or simply Jill, who was 11 at the time. So smart, so neat: she helped me a lot with my English. Wonderful girl. Mr. Nuttall was also very nice. If you happen to have a chance to send Mrs. Nuttall my regards, please do.
It sounds funny but I had forgotten about Village Garden, which was the greatest common pride in town. Glad to recongnize Treeton Pit, and the views from rear of "my" Well Lane. Familiar snow. That winter of mine was extremely rough. Lots of snow, but beautifully clear skies as well.
I tried to follow all the the steps on the 'tour' you took yesterday from Long Lane to Station Hotel, where I used to drop by on Sunday mornings before lunch with Peggy Shaw's father. Wish I could've been with you! It is so sensitive of you to prepare mentally me for the changes! Thank you. I am dying to see the new pictures: Station Road, Mill Lane, Front Street, The Gables, the old School, which was opened in my days...
And well, just imagine how I am and feel! I am flying! Literally.
Names of students and teachers of Aston are coming back to my memory. I can see their faces, remember their voices, paint their attitudes in the back of my mind - Dereck Roberts, who was my head of department, Peter Tracy, who was his second, Christine Smith, who taught French, John Briggs, an extremely cordial boy -my age- who taught English and was infinitely patient with my learning of the language, etcetera, etcetera.
I can hardly believe that Sheffield Airport is almost next door. I remember my four hours return expedition to Leeds-Bradford Airport in Christmas 67 just to pick up a parcel my parents had sent me. Hard to imagine that old terraces houses have gone, but..I am ready!
Got the pictures, had a beautiful walk again. Thanks a million! Really, I mean it. Particularly impressed with Wood Lane perspective. It was like being there once again. I used to visit the Cox family, who lived in one the houses on the left of your image. They were an awfully nice bunch. Two of the boys studied Spanish, Brian and Damian. Antoher one, young Michael Cox, was said to be the best cricketeer of his age in South Yorkshire. This Michael, who was of the youngest of the Cox family, 13 year old or so, was incredibly smart. Mrs.Cox, a nurse, had been to Spain during the Civil War years (36-39) and was fond of Spanish life and people. She was actually Irish. An awfully warm lady. Fron the very first day I was treated by the Cox group just as is I were an old friend. Mr. Cox was a miner. Tender man, with a very subtle sense of humor. Families in Wood Lane were poorer than in other parts of town, or at least that’s what I felt. They were the warmest people in town too.
And, then, Ulley. Ulley was so small. Like a fairy story scenary. One of my sixth level students, Wilma Snedden, whose family was originally Scotish, lived in Ulley, and so did one of the Chemistry teachers at Aston (Gordon Something...). I walked once from Treeton to Ulley. In Spring.
..you have made me so incredibly happy! I would like to find contacts in Treeton and keep in touch.
All the above are extracts from E-mail received from Ignacio, since he found Treetonweb. I do hope that you enjoy reading them!
If you would like to contact him, mail me. Thank you