South Yorkshire England
Pronounced locally Thrybur Old English Triberg
Main Photos Jonathan Dabbs
South Yorkshire England Pronounced locally Thrybur Old English Triberg |
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THE VILLAGE POLICEMEN |
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Looking every inch a policeman photographed possibly around 1890 is George Henry Hardy. It is not known if he served as an officer at Thrybergh but he did retire to the Village where he spent the remainder of his life. You can read the story of George here , the photos are placed on this page as a marvellous memory of how those early policemen appeared. |
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THE OLD POLICE STATION 2005 |
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Photo courtesy Mick Carver
The police station above standing at the bottom of Oldgate Lane was constructed possibly around 1910 and served both Thrybergh and Dalton, where quite a few local residents were sometimes invited inside for bed and breakfast. Usually the invitation was offered around the local drinking establishments closing time, which was really sociable of the Officers extending such hospitality at such a late hour. Though more often than not they were cursed by their guest on the following morning as they made their way home. Though that would not compare with the tongue lashing these ungrateful guest would receive once they remembered where they lived and arrived home. The first mention of local law officers
was this little gem where we discover that even the local Law was not safe from theft and on the 28th September 1675
Thomas Nicholson, the constable of Thrybergh, made a statement about the
theft of two of his geese.
In 1891Francis Eke [ Ekre ] age 49 born in Norfolk was the Police Constable of Thrybergh, and had previously served in Rotherham. with him was his wife Charlotte, sons Harry J. G. Eke age 27 a Wagon repairer, and Albert Eke12 a Scholar. The family had a servant who was Leah South age 18 born at Sedgeley Staffs.
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."
In the 1930's
Police Constable (Bobby) Calvert and Mrs Calvert lived with their children Gordon and Marjorie
(Madge) at number 55 Oldgate Lane.
In the 1950's
Bobby Buxton, a giant of a man
with hands like coal shovels, his instant punishment was to swipe you with his
wet oilskin cape and believe me that was NO fun .but as fair a man would be
hard to find: [ Raye Kelly ]
Now at some stage there was a Constable Slater who had a leg broken during an
incident on the coal tip at Silverwood, when he was trying to prevent some
locals removing coal. Can anyone clarify this incident.
During the 1950's and early 60's Constable Mash lived on Gullingwood Dr.
Thrybergh, a familiar figure riding around on his pushbike. I don't think there
would be too many of us back then as kids who did not receive a warning from
Constable Mash, and at times we were very lucky to get away with a warning,
thankfully he was lenient in his approach to youngsters. Now when I hear the
song "I shot the sheriff " by Eric Clapton I recall the time Constable Mash came
close to being shot!
The names in the following story have been withheld to protect the guilty:
Three local lads about eleven years old at the time went to the area at the end
of Vale Road, where a pathway led up to the railway line, it was a popular spot
for youngsters to play. Today there are Bungalows there. One of the young boy's
had sneaked out of the house with his older brothers airgun, an old Diana rifle
which required you to unscrew the end off the barrel to insert a pellet. Now
Now to imagine the reaction from the boy's, and look on the boy's faces you
would have recall the crowd scenes from disaster movies when the final moment of
impending doom strikes, or scenes like the moment the aliens took out the White
House in the movie Independence Day, a moment of shock, horror, and cold blooded
fear, followed by blind panic, and then you run. Well
Now the boy's had a second surprise, Bobby Mash was not in hot pursuit, he was
not astride his bicycle peddling like mad, or blowing a whistle like the
Keystone Cops, no not Bobby Mash, he was waiting at the scene of the crime for
us to return, how smart was he!
"Lucky for you that you had the sense to come back" he remarked and then he gave
Reaching home the boy told his mother what had happened, lets just say his
mother was not impressed. Then came that knock on the door which sounded like
the hangman testing his trap to the youngster who by this time was a shaking
little blob. Much to his surprise Bobby Mash explained to his mother what had
happened, then warned them both if he caught the boy with an airgun again he
would take further action. Needless to say that airgun never left the house
again, and Bobby Mash had at least one reprieved kid in the Village who thought
he was the bee's knee's.
John Doxey
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James Ross, the story of St. Leonard's Cross, and other items on this
site were compiled, and first published on this site in their present
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