Thrybergh Ravenfield Dalton

South Yorkshire England

            Pronounced locally Thrybur  Old English Triberg

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Between The Wars

Photo courtesy Jonathan Dabs
The photo left is of Milburn House on Hollings Lane and was formally built for the Manager of Silverwood Colliery. The First occupant being William Henry Ball, .

The intersection became known as Balls Corner in Henry's time. The house was purchased by the Mylett Family of Thrybergh in the 1970's, before being purchased by a local brewery. The Mylett family also purchased the land behind the lime green fence opposite the house and used it as a scrap yard.

The house has changed owners a few times, and has been reopened as a Pub with its original name restored. I notice the Tetley Brewery sign on the building.


 Milburn House Site





The Top Club situated at the intersection of Park Lane, Oldgate Lane, and Hollings Lane was constructed during the early part of the Twentieth Century, and also the British Legion Club at the top of Whinney Hill, I will try and find out what years these two watering holes were established.

I am not to sure when the BUGHUT was built in Dalton, but Brian Anderson who was born in Norwood street Dalton Brook in 1931 remembers "Charlie Higgins the bowler hatted manager. I always used to take the weekly pawn to Whitaker's pawnshop next to the Bughut on a Saturday morning and hope to catch him warming his backside on the fire in the pledge office and sometimes get a complimentary ticket from him.


The barber in the shop at the bottom of Whinney Hill was Percy Lindsey. His wife did the job during the war . I think Percy went in the army. Regarding the shops at the bottom of Whinney Hill. During the 30s the bottom one was owned by Mr Wainwright (grocer) he also had a chicken farm on Magna Lane, the next up was Pillings (butchers), the next was Atkinsons Mr Wainwrights son-in-law (greengrocer) he had a chicken farm in the old water filter beds on Magna Lane.


Next was Moseleys Fish and Chip shop. The row of shops was broken by Arundel Avenue. Jimmy Townsend JP owned the cobblers shop but most of the work was done by Sam Ash a little fella that smoked a clay pipe. Mr Townsend lived in Arundel Villa at the back of the shop.


Fred Wolf had the dairy in the yard of Arundel Villa. Next came Clara Griffens (grocery) Then Mr and Mrs Head (post office), next was Cartledges (newsagent), Percy Lindsey (barber) then the fish and chip shop I think the name was Maskell.


In most of those names and their customers there is a story to be told. by today's comparison people in general seem to lack character. My dad worked on Wainwrights chicken farm and he would tell the itinerant (tramp) workers who did odd days work on the farm to put the odd egg they pinched in the neb of their cap as Wainwright would want them to turn their pockets out. At the end of the day Wainwright would give them the Half Crown pay, tap them on the head and say I'll Sithee Lad. I don't think the word bored was in the dictionary in those days. The area was full of characters. A bloke with no legs who went like a racehorse with the aid of a bar stool to the Grapes. He would periodically change it for a new one when it got worn down to about a foot high".

The Fullerton Hotel on Vale road was built in 1928.


In 1929  St. Gerard's Catholic School was built catering for the Catholic Children of Thrybergh, Ravenfield, Dalton, and Maltby.

Jeannette Mabel Davies who lived on Abell Street from around 1922 recalls "The policeman around this time would, if there was any trouble on Whinney Hill, often hold back the crowds and let them get on with it rather than stop it. Jeannette's Father was well known in the area. Richard "Dick" Davies. Richard was famous as a local pig slaughterer as well as a miner. Kids used to come round to watch him and he'd give them the bladder to blow up. He used to have a week off the mine near Christmas to kill pigs for the street. Also had a horse and cart which the kids used to swarm around for a ride".



In 1936 Canon G.H.C. Bowen was the Rector of Thrybergh. Mr F. Woolhouse was of the Thrybergh and Dalton Cooperative Guild, Mr. and Mrs. Crossley were the postmaster and mistress at Old Thrybergh post office.

In 1938 The Manor House at Thrybergh was sold by auction, the sale was handled by Johnston of Rotherham and the price of this property was One thousand pound sterling. [ I don't think you can buy a dog kennel for that price these day's ]

Lloyd Briscoe writes My mother Mary Briscoe (nee Oliver) was born on Doncaster Road in 1925. She's still alive well today, living in Stevenage, Herts. Her memories include:

George England his sister Edith had the post office at Hollings Lane (next to the Top Club). George also used to teach piano! This was in 1937. As children, used to play in the Hilly Fields at the back of Whinny Hill School. Her parents were George Dot Oliver, who ended their days in Cross Street. Mrs Watts used to make sell her own pop for half penny one penny a bottle. She lived in Wood Street. 1st girl to get married at St. Peter's was called Helliwell Headmaster at Whinney Hill school in late 1930's was Mr Armitage.


The Smith sisters owned a sweet and ciggy shop at the top of Chesterhill Avenue (known as Chinatown). During Doncaster race week, at the end of Cross Street, calling out at the buses coming back, shouting throw us your winnings, and passengers would throw wrapped pieces of butterscotch.


The night that the Catholic Club burnt down next to St. Gerrard's School, and there was a constant popping sound as the pop bottles exploded !Saturday afternoon dancing lessons at St. Gerrard's. Tutor was Joe Hills.








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