A History of Brown Edge, a Staffordshire Moorlands Village
The Way That We Were
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I don’t know if anyone has commented on this before, but after a hard days digging up bindweed on my allotment, I remembered something that I have only ever witnessed in Brown Edge, Norton and Ball Green. In the 50’s and 60’s it was common to see men squatting-crouching when waiting for a bus. Men would be resting against a wall , and I thought nothing of it, until about 10 years ago I saw a young man waiting for the bus in Norton Green and he was squatting by the bus shelter. I can only think it had something to do with pit work. My family worked in the local pits and the seams were narrow and often at a gradient and I think it would have been almost impossible to stand and hew coal. Also, I remember my grandad liked to play marbles,”shottees”, and I think men used to crouch down to play.
Another word for you “harpping on” -Hattie kept harpping on about whose turn it was to wash up.
One more- Dad called estate cars “shooting brakes”
I don’t know if anyone has commented on this before, but after a hard days digging up bindweed on my allotment, I remembered something that I have only ever witnessed in Brown Edge, Norton and Ball Green. In the 50’s and 60’s it was common to see men squatting-crouching when waiting for a bus. Men would be resting against a wall , and I thought nothing of it, until about 10 years ago I saw a young man waiting for the bus in Norton Green and he was squatting by the bus shelter. I can only think it had something to do with pit work. My family worked in the local pits and the seams were narrow and often at a gradient and I think it would have been almost impossible to stand and hew coal. Also, I remember my grandad liked to play marbles,”shottees”, and I think men used to crouch down to play.
Another word for you “harpping on” -Hattie kept harpping on about whose turn it was to wash up.
One more- Dad called estate cars “shooting brakes”