I have much pleasure in informing you that one of the steam locos employed at the Plant (otherwise known as Mexborough Loco Sheds) has been saved for posterity thanks to the endeavours of the National Railway Museum at York and the loving hands of Craig Sinchcombe who is in charge of the restoration. She is nick -named 'Cinderella', is a Mexborough Pacific No.63601 and is the sole - surviving example of an '04' or a 2-8-0 to steam enthusiasts. At the moment she is to be found at the Great Central Railway at Loughborough, and it is hoped that she will be up and running in time for the centenary of the Great Central Railway. She was built at the Great Central Railway Gorton Works, Manchester as 8K Class 2-8-0 No. 102. She started her working life at Gorton's on 13th. March 1912 and came to Mexborough for the first time on 24th. July 1919 and, after a time at Barnsley, returned on 13th. December 1940 and was withdrawn from service in June 1963. She is the last of the workhorses who pulled their heavy slow moving loads of coal and steel through two world wars and helped in their low key way to provide the vital materials of industry.
A few weeks ago our society was given a copy of the first book to be written on the history of Swinton for many years, and in my opinion it is the best book written on the subject since the Rev. Quarrell wrote "A History of Swinton" in 1954. The new book is written by Michael John Fowler and is entitled "Swinton a Walk in the Past" and with the quality and quantity of the photographs to be seen within these pages I find it to be economically priced at 6 99.
Another book soon to be available to the student of local history is the much awaited book by Barrie Chambers. This is to be entitled "A Champion's Diary" and will cover the life and career of Iron Hague, champion heavy weight boxer who was both born and brought up in from Mexborough. Barrie informs me that this book will be priced at roughly 5.
At our last meeting our Chairperson Joyce Thompson told us of the day excursions, visits, and weekend break, which are being arranged by your society, and for the benefit of those who were not available on that night I would like to cover the details.
27th. May 1997 The Archives, Doncaster. Fee 1
7th. June 1997 Helmsley and Duncombe Park 10 deposit 5.
24th. June 1997 Roche Abbey. Fee 1
19th. July 1997 Beamish Open Air Museum. 13 50 to include entrance fee.
Deposit 5.
29th. July 1997 Pontefract Castle. Fee 1
6th. September 1997 Nottingham. 6 deposit 3.
10th,11th, &12th. October. Weekend break to Norfolk based at Norwich. Price not available at time of going to press.
For .further details of the above could you please get in touch with members of the Excursions Committee. These being Joyce Thompson, Cliff Blaydes, Kate Davies, and David Hedges.
It was Saturday and I was having a rare "two minutes peace and quiet" in front of the television when a cold blast of air came from the direction of the hall door and one of my son's friends entered the room. He then proceeded to walk through the room leaving the hall door wide open leaving me sitting in a cold draught. "Put the wood in the hole" I said, at which he looked at me as though I was speaking a foreign language. "What do you mean" said the boy and I had to explain to a Yorkshire boy that "put the wood in the hole" is Yorkshire for close the door. I had heard much of B.B.C. English, this bland nowhere based English accent spoken by the T.V. newsreaders and presenters, and which is heard so much on the radio and television that now our accents and dialects are disappearing. Also the Americanisation of the English Language, for example who would have know what O.K. or Jeep meant fifty years ago. But I always thought it will never happen up here the Yorkshire people are too individualistic and too proud of their dialect to let outsiders influence them, but this incident proved me wrong and this month I would like to cover with you some local words and phrases now in common use which I feel within the next few years will be gone for ever. You will of course have noticed ones which I have forgotten. Could you please write these down for me and let. me have them to add to the list. Also as some of the words and phrases come from a time when I worked in Denaby and their idea of the Yorkshire Dialect is a little more colourful than our I hope I do not upset anyone.
Are lad w'ks darnt pit. - My son works in the colliery.
Snap Tin - An oblong, round ended, metal container, with hinged lid in which to keep food a man would eat during meal breaks in the colliery. Dudley. - A round metal water bottle.
Pit Pants. - Navy blue or black twill shorts worn at the pit face.
Mashin' Can . White enamel conical shaped container with a mug
shaped lid
Pick thi feet up tha gre't clodhopper. - Pick up your feet when you walk and stop
walking like a plough boy.
Si thi tomorra neat. - I will meet you tomorrow night.
Am goin' towerin'. - An expression we do not hear these days and refers to holidays.
It means I am going on my holidays to the sea-side. I will ride
there on my bicycle and will tour the area on it when I get there. Shut thi squarkin'. - Stop crying.
Am far clammed. - I'm hungry.
Contraption. - A derisory term for anything mechanical.
A sloppy beggar. - Someone who kisses and cuddles a lot such as a courting couple.
Gert and Daisy. - Two men who live together.
Stop pussy footing around. - Come to the point.
Pu' t' wood in t"ole. - Close the door.
Y' dun't get many o' them t' t' pound. - A derisory comment about an area of a
woman's anatomy.
Sile it darn, or chuckin' it darn. - It is raining.
Y' giddy kipper. - You are behaving in a silly manner.
Are lass 's up spart. My wife is pregnant.
OH thee cum o'r 'ere. Come here.
Are o'd man 's kicked bucket. - My husband has died.
Thar a gobalot shut thi gob an' gi' thi a*** a chance it meks moore sense. - You use your mouth too much please close it, I can have a more intelligent conversation with air which passes from your anus.
Are o'd man 's a sunshine miner. - My husbands works as an open cast miner. Am frozzen. - I am cold.
Behave thi se'n anybody h'd think thad bin dragged up behin' t' Drum. - Stop misbehaving people will think you have been brought up badly. When Denaby Colliery was sunk in the middle of the 1860's it attracted workers from every quarter of the British Isles and with them came both good and bad characters, and the bad seemed to congregate in the pit houses to the rear of the Denaby Main Hotel ( locally known as The Drum).
If tha du n't shift that lot a'I shift it fo' thi an' then tha 'I be moorenin'. - If you do not move your things then I will move them for you and then you will complain.
If tha du n't mek thi mind up sooin al mek the mind up fo' thi. - Please make up your mind.
Ee by gum duz thi belly touch thi bum. - I feel so starved by the cold my front feels as though its touching my back.
Ah! Op. - Hello.
Al si thi. - Good Bye.
Gi' o'r. - Give over doing that or stop it.
Poe fo'. - A potty.
Guz under. - It goes under the bed. A chamber pot.
Wassailybobs. - Glass balls hung on the Christmas Tree.
Wasock. - An idiot.
Trackless. -This actually means trackless tram and was the South Yorkshire term for a trolley bus. Both terms are equally correct and the term Trackless appears on the Act of Parliament dated 1913 which is the date when parliament gave permission for them to run in this area.
Shurrup. Be quiet.
Shar-a-bang. - Correctly pronounced Charabanc. It was originally a French word and was a four wheeled carriage with benches pulled by a horse. When our troops were stationed in Arabia the Charabanc was used for days out and when our troops came home they brought this word back with them and used it to describe the wagonettes which took them on their outings, The word was then transferred to the motor coaches which took them on their excursions to the sea-side.
Our accents and dialects are as important to our local history as the buildings and people of the past so please look after it, or as we in Yorkshire say "Use it or Loose it".
Your Archivist
J. R. Ashby
The story of 'Cinderella" came from the "Steam Railway' magazine January 1997