Our Streets

A Picture of Doncaster 

“What a change has come over since we knew it! Our earliest footsteps were attracted thither by the blossoms of the fruit trees, beautifully tinted, exquisite in their fair beauty, rendering it a grove of flowers. Spring indeed was welcome. We have enjoyed in by-gone years, genial winters as the ones we have just passed through. Even on Easter Monday in 1868, the hum of bees, the fascinating colours of the butterfly, the lark that sky-rocket in feathers, with its music as it twinkles a mere speck in the clear air of the sunrise, almost out of sight, but very far from being out of hearing, we know well what the thing is; it is one of the morning stars singing for joy – and the jubilant song of birds were to be seen and heard in the grounds of the Doncaster Cemetery (Hyde Park Cemetery).

In those vernal seasons of the year, when the air is calm and pleasant, it were an injury and sullenness against nature, not to go and see her riches, and partake in her rejoicings with heaven and earth. What charming walks were presented, before that great innovator of rural quiet stretched out its iron limbs (railway tracks). The black and withered twigs that have worn all the same livery of mourning through the dreary months of winter (because there was no skating to be had) are tucking themselves out in their holiday garbs. One is dressed in virgin white, one wears a saffron-coloured robe, another puts on blue, and some twigs somewhere play the dandy in a scarlet uniform.

The sunny slopes are reeking with the early mists, and the fields are laying down their carpets for the lambs to dance upon, the sap is stirring in the trees and swelling in the bud, and the breeze comes fresh and fragrant as if it blew through the boudoir of nature while she was getting up in the morning and making a free use of her perfumery. The owl is hooting from the turret, the rook screaming from his swinging nest on the tall elm trees, and the cuckoo shouting from the lonely glen. The blackbird whistles from the bush, and the throstle (thrush) from the grove, and the deep coo of the ring-doves is heard in the woods. The martins and the wrens and the redstarts have come into the concert with small pipes, the nightingale has come with a flute, the linnet and the goldfinch with a lute. Then there are the woodlark and the pipit whose health requires that they should bathe their beaks in music every morning. From the tall hedge or cottage shading tree, the magpie, dressed like a gentleman in black and white, chatters as idly as is usual with gentlemen who are not men. In the heart of the thick wood the jay is screaming. The streams are murmuring through the valley; the trout are leaping in their depths; and cattle lowing on their banks. The bleat of the lamb comes from the meadows. The doors of habitations stand wide open in order to let in the air of heaven. There is eloquence in the wind, and a melody in the flowing brooks, like the voice of one beloved singing to you alone.

The primrose we gathered at Hangthwaite (near Scawthorpe), peeping above the wintry mosses, reminding us of the time of the singing birds. Down the long winding lane, over the broad meadow, and on the sunny bank by the wayside, are peeping up, among the emerald grass, the gem-like flowers that were the play things of our childhood – that lured us, years ago, through the dewy dell”.

And what about this description of life before and after the Plant Works:

“No argument is required to enforce the high value to a community, situated like that of Doncaster, blessed with the possession of pleasant and convenient outlets from the town, on the score of health and recreation. The main walk across Crimpsall, from the well-known ‘Crimpsall Gate’, at the termination of Factory Lane, to Isabel Wath, and onwards on the right bank of the Don as far as the cheerful little hamlet of Newton, or from thence to the ancient village of Hexthorpe, had long been held in high estimation. On that delightful open-field footpath, could be enjoyed, at all hours, without let or hindrance, the pure breeze from the west, sweeping down the vale of the Don, without the drawback of dust, smoke, noise, or the least exposure to danger from horses and vehicles. But, ‘Crimpsall Gate’ is no more. Nor this alone. There is also an end to the stroll on the bank of the Cheswold to the old ‘Wash’, once the favourite resort of the happy angler, and the merry school-boy bather. Gone, too, is the side path on the margin of the old Pansyke Drain in the direction of Hexthorpe Ings; and the drain itself is rendered useless by the construction of the sewers in connection with the Great Northern Railway Plant Works. The path also from ‘Crimpsall Gate’ across the meadows and by the margin of gardens, called Halifax’s Closes, terminating at the junction of Cherry Lane (opposite the Locomotive Buildings), with the Hexthorpe Road and Thief Lane, has shared the same fate; while the Union Workhouse, as seen from a short distance, appears to be stifled by a mass of buildings, as eventually, to threaten its very existence, if it be not bought by the Railway Company, and its inmates transferred to a more suitable locality.

Instead of the once deep green of Crimpsall, even in seasons when other spots were withered with drought, another and less delightful sight now strikes the attention. Early in the morning, with a heavy atmosphere, the long serpent-like trails of dense smoke emitted from the tall engine chimneys of the Plant Works, curl and curve and lay themselves prostrate on the green sward; and it is no unusual thing to see the whole of Sepulchre Gate Without the Bar, or Marsh Gate, enveloped in this fog of smoke”.

On these pages I am going to write short articles about a few of the streets in Doncaster. Some of them are still with us and some of them have long since vanished but all of them have changed, sometimes subtly and sometimes drastically. Hover over the ‘Our Streets’ tab above and choose a page from the drop down menu.

For the purpose of interest and reference here is a list of Doncaster streets and yards as it appeared in Hatfield’s Historical Notices from 1868:

Streets

  • Albion Place
  • Albert Street
  • Alma Terrace
  • Arthur Street
  • Balby Road
  • Baker Street
  • Baxter Gate
  • Bass Terrace
  • Bennitthorpe
  • Bond Street
  • Bowers Fold
  • Bridge Terrace
  • Brunswick Street
  • Burden Street
  • Belgrave Terrace (St James Street)
  • Christ Church Terrace
  • Camden Street
  • Camden Place
  • Cambridge Street
  • Carr Lane
  • Cartwright Street
  • Cemetery Road
  • Cemetery Terrace (Carr House Lane)
  • Cleveland Street
  • Church Street
  • Corporation Street
  • Clifton Terrace (Cemetery Road)
  • Dockin Hill
  • Duke Street
  • East Laith Gate
  • Elsworth Street
  • French Gate
  • Factory Lane (Late Golden Street)
  • Fisher Gate (High)
  • Fisher Gate (Low)
  • Fitzwilliam Street
  • Grey Friary Buildings (Marsh Gate)
  • High Street
  • Hall Gate
  • High Street Buildings
  • Holmes
  • Horse Fair
  • Hexthorpe Lane
  • Haughton Terrace (Carr House Lane)
  • Hyde Park
  • John Street
  • King Street (East Laith Gate)
  • Lawn Road
  • Locomotive Buildings (Hexthorpe Lane)
  • Marsh Gate
  • Magdalenes
  • Market Place
  • Milton Street
  • New Street
  • Old Gardens
  • Oxford Street
  • Pell’s Close
  • Plant Terrace (St James Street)
  • Priory Place
  • Printing Office Street
  • Portland Place
  • Prospect Place
  • Princes Street
  • Regent Square
  • Regent Terrace
  • Russell Row
  • Sand Pit Lane
  • Silver Street
  • Scot Lane
  • Society Street
  • Spring Gardens
  • Sunny Bar
  • South Parade
  • St George Gate
  • St Leger Place
  • St Peter’s Square (West Street)
  • St Sepulchre Gate – Within the Bar
  • St Sepulchre Gate – Without the Bar
  • St James Street
  • St James Street North
  • St James Street South
  • St James Terrace
  • St Thomas Street
  • Sorsby’s Terrace (St James Street)
  • St George’s Terrace (Marsh Gate)
  • Thorne Road
  • Whitaker Street
  • West Street
  • West Laith Gate
  • Wood Street
  • Victoria Street
  • Victoria Place
  • Union Street South
  • Union Street North
  • Young Street

Yards and Courts

High Street –

  • Wright’s Court
  • Harrison’s Court

Hall Gate

  • Green’s Yard
  • Bradford Row
  • Chapel Yard
  • Lightowler’s Yard
  • Scholes’s Yard

Fisher Gate

  • Reasbeck’s Yard
  • Greyhound Yard
  • Reed’s Yard
  • Tattersall’s Yard

Cleveland Street

  • Marsh’s Yard
  • Hargreave’s Yard
  • Holmes Yard

French Gate (West Side)

  • Crane’s Yard
  • Milner’s Yard
  • Commons Lane
  • Priest’s Yard
  • Mail Coach Yard
  • Thackeray’s Yard
  • Boothman’s Yard
  • Oxley’s Yard

French Gate (East Side)

  • Volunteer Yard
  • Aldred’s Yard
  • Reed’s Yard
  • Burgin’s Yard
  • King’s Yard
  • Clarke’s Yard
  • Church Lane
  • Lindley’s Yard
  • Hallifax’s Yard
  • Payne’s Yard
  • Dey’s Court

Church Street

  • Miller’s Yard

St Sepulchre Gate

  • Aldred’s Yard
  • Cade’s Yard
  • Nag’s Head Yard
  • Moxon’s Yard
  • Plumber’s Arms Yard
  • Booth’s Yard
  • Ewart’s Yard
  • Hanson’s Yard
  • Earnshaw’s Yard
  • Hopkin’s Yard
  • Skin Yard
  • Crawshaw’s Yard
  • Black Horse Yard

West Laith Gate

  • Alma Place

Spring Gardens

  • Chancery Place
  • Wesley Place

West Street

  • Moore’s Place
  • St Peter’s Square

Marsh Gate

  • Tootle’s Yard
  • Waterloo Row
  • Atkinson’s Yard
  • Palmer’s Yard
  • Swift’s Yard
  • Scawthorpe’s Yard
  • Smirthwaite’s Yard
  • Naylor’s Yard
  • Simpson’s Yard
  • Old Falcon Yard

Baxter Gate

  • Wright’s Court

Union Street

  • Jarratt’s Square

Cemetery Road

  • Fitter’s Terrace

Wheatley Lane (North Side)

  • Lockwood’s Yard
  • Littlewood’s Row
  • Cheshire Cheese Yard
  • Crawshaw’s Cottages
  • Johnson’s Buildings
  • Buckley’s Row

Printing Office Street

  • Drury’s Yard
  • Hudson’s Mews
  • Royal Oak Yard

Duke Street

  • Jenkinson’s Yard

One response to “Our Streets

  1. Trying to find info of the family Stocks who lived in Lindley’s Yard. Can anyone help?

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