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Recollections of Arty Lockyear We have include below some of the
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most revered PC. The comments, whether short or lengthy help to convey
the affection with which Arty Lockyear is still remembered.
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of Arty LockyearSuggest a Local Hero. Seaham Harbour Online Guestbook comments Further to my earlier comment,
and having read all the others, I can confirm that PC ArthurLockyer dispensed
summary justice to many a Seaham kid in a manner which was usually deserved
and always effective!!It would be very NON-PC today, but then look at the
results! Arthur had enormous respect. He road a Velocette motorbike which
virtually disappeared under his huge frame, and he knew every potential deliquent
in the area. I was once caught stealing apples from an orchard behind Rock
House and got a c lip around the ear for my trouble!!You would have to wonder
how much we have progressed when the liberals allow young people to get away
with what they do today.It didn't happen in Arthurs day! ISN'T SEAHAM WONDERFUL! I LIVED
IN SEAHAM FROM 1948 UNTIL I DESERTED THE OLD PLACE AND 'WENT SOUTH' FOR
THREE YEARS TO GRANTHAM(LINCS), WHERE I STUDIED TEACHER TRAINING AND HAD
PEOPLE MAKE FUN OF MY ACCENT. WE DIVN'T SPEAK FUNNY ,LIKE,MARRAS. DOES ANYONE
REMEMBER MY DAD, ERNIE ROWELL, WHO WAS A JOINER AT 'THE KNACK' OR BILLY
HUTCHINSON, A WELDER AT VANE TEMPEST PIT? INCIDENTALLY, MY GRAN DORA HUTCHINSON,OF
4, OLIVER STREET ONLY DIED THIS YEAR AGED 99YEARS 9MONTHS SHE USED TO BREED
SCOTTISH TERRIERS..DOES ANYONE OUT THERE REMEMBER HER? LIKE NOBBY FROM NEW
ZEALAND I REMEMBER ARTHUR LOCKYER,A FEARSOME MAN, BUT FAIR. I HAVE TOLD
MANY TALES OF HIS VAST FRAME AND SMALL BIKE (HOW DID IT SUPPORT HIM?) I
WELL REMEMBER THE DAY WHEN HE RODE PAST MY GRANDAD'S BANKHEAD FISHERIES
AND RUSS, THE GUARD DOG , CHARGED OUT. ARTHUR PROMPTLY FELL OFF INTO ONE
OF THE NUMEROUS PUDDLES.I RAN AWAY AND HID BEHIND THE AMBULANCE STATION AS
I KNEW WHAT WOULD HAPPEN IF I W AS IN CLIPPING RANGE.MY GRANDAD WAS VERY
SUBDUED FOR MANY DAYS AFTERWARDS. I STILL GO BACK TO THE OLD PLACE BUT IT
DOESN'T SEEM THE SAME WTHOUT THE PITS,CLEANER THOUGH. THE FEATHERBED ROCK
HAS NEARLY GONE TOO! Hi, great site. I'm Fred Tuck and
I was borne and raised in Seaham. I would be interested in hearing from
anyone who was at Deneside Junior from '47 to '52, or Ryhope Grammar from
'52 to '57. Please let Nobby Hall know that Arty Lockyear had a Bantam and
then a 250 Enfield, no Velo's. He tried several times to catch me and my
mates ( Jonka, Spuggy, Cocker ) but did'nt have the hosepower. Good to read
the stories and visit for a while, keep it up. I think you are probably correct
about Arthur Lockyers bike's. Being quicker (on a push-bike) than he was,
I never got to study them close up. You obviously did, but then we SMS lads
were always ahead of the play!!!
Sal - Get real a think a lot has
changed since PC Lockyears time. We all know of the stories when he would
clip people around the ear with a glove - do you honestly think it could
happen now. It more Police in Seaham we need and we need then 24 hours
a day. Arty Lockyear. Now there's a guy
I remember well - the worlds only 2 wheeled bubble car. He once made a wise
crack about my toes going to the tips of winkle pickers. I then made a crack
about his head going to top of his helmet. The next crack was the back of
his hand on my ear. Did coppers ever have a sense of humour? It's true they don't make coppers
like Artie Lockyear anymore but then they don't make motorcycles like that
anymore. I used to think that bike had saddlebags fitted until Artie climbed
off. The Seaham Resident ,you are all
giving your ages away ! Sgt Arthur Lockyear!If we misbehaved it was a swipe
with his cape that did the damage ,and no help from our parents , who always
said " You must have deserved it " . we used to wonder where the back wheel
went when he got on his bike ? To Val Roberts, Ithink you miss
understood my comments Val. I was agreeing that we need more police. I was
only pointing out that in my opinion we need a force that works. i.e policemen/women
like Arty Lockyear I remember Arty Lockyear, although
we used to call him Fatty Lockyear, I never had anything to do with him,
but I remember kids telling me he used to clip them around the ear!! I remember
some of my teachers used to chuck board erasers across the room, if they
hit someone they hurt! Maybe if the teachers and cops could use more disipline
we wouldn't have so many brats. I was around when Arthur Lockyear
was the local bobby, and without doubt he prevented many a kid from going
off the rails, because he not only cared,but had excellent intelligence
as to who the real villains were. I'd have to say that I had a clip around
the ear from him more than once! He had a Velocette motorbike which really
struggled because Arthur was a big man, and I have a vivid memory of it
struggling up the Avenue, with his Police Issue overcoat flapping in the
breeze, and still managing to wave at the occasional kid he knew.I was no
longer living there when he died, but I heard there was a huge turn-out at
his funeral.On a more recent visit to Seaham, I called the police because
someone had removed the radio from my Avis rental car, and they were no help
whatsoever! Arthur would have known!To the ar**hole who stole it,freezing
it to make it forget its anti-theft code doesn't work! Cretin! As an ex Seaham Man - Viceroy St
Infants/St John's Church Street/Ropery Walk/Cameden Square trained and knew
Lord Street/Marlborough Street blindfolded - I read with amusement the notice
re Arty Lockyear. What ever happened to Lenny Buttons? I can remember vividly
the day when after shovelling a load of coal for a woman in Viceroy St and
after only being given a plate of jam sandwidges instead of the usual 5 bob,
proceeded to 'hoin' all the coal from the coal house down the street to shreaks
from the woman and much amusement of the other residents and us bairns playing
in the street. A well known character around Seaham and I believed lived
up the Avenue at Deneside. Seaham had it's fair share of characters. Is Les
Witton in the nick again? Denny Mecca (Metcalf) from Parkside. Kieth Dickson
- Syd Marin of the Thunderbird Gang who I remember stealing a steam roller
from the council yard one day. On Sundays whilst playing on the 'Iron Bar'
at the subway at the end of Lord Street - I can't remember wether it was
Valentes or Pacito Senior who used to push an ice cream barrow through the
subway. The kids would help him push the barrow up Boozy Alley to Dawdon
and all got an ice cream. Watchie Chambers who had two sons Billie and Bobby
that ran the Dray Cart pub, was the watchman at the top of the docks and
the Wagonway across from the Bradyll Arms. He had a wooden leg and could
never catch when tresspassing on thr docks. Tommy Mullin - the trenchcoated
radio repair man who used to drink beside me in the Engineers - Pissy Peg
who used to frequent the Golden Lion and usually left a calling card - strange!
I reminisce. There was one gentleman whos name I can,t remember. I think
he was a plumber around the Harbour. He had an afflication whereby he would
constantly turn his head to one side and look up. On passing him in the street
you had the urge to look up as well to see something that wasn't there -
and he drove a van like that. My mam said it was shell shock. I'm sure I
could write a book. The call of Queen and Country dictated my leaving Seaham,
however for me it was great place to grow up and have nothing but fondest
memories. I have family connections from
Dawdon.Donaldson,Fenwick,Mehlonson,Fox,Redin. My grandfather imparticular
had a very large family. Does anyone have connections with these family
names. Also, as a kid, I was told stories about Lenny Button & Arty
Lockear!!Does anyone know the whereabouts of Rob Smith formerly worked at
Murton Pit and lived in Ryton Crs( he did emigrate to South Africa with
the family, but returned in 95/96). Last I heard he was living in Mobray
park, Sunderland. Despite appearances to the contrary
Arthur LOckyer was a very sensitive man as well as being a dedicated Police
Officer. He would be greatly moved if he knew he had been held in such respect
by the people of Seaham. Does anybody have any memories of the old Police
Station or the big Co-op Store on the other corner? I spent some time in
both places. Hello to anyone from Seaham Harbour
a long time ago in 1966 i left home to join the Royal Navy and ive been away
from home for most of that time ,except to visit my family who still live
in Seaham. My sister Margaret lives in Eastlea along with three of my neices
Linda,Pauline,& Joyce, our Anne like me lives and works down south.
My sister Margaret married Alan MCADDO when we lived in Malvern Crescent
number 81 until March 1972 then we moved to number 81a across the road near
the Labour club or was it the Legion then , no the Labour club(Ponderosa).
when it opened after refurbishment it became the Legion once again,my Dad
Jack Spencer was on the founding committee at the time, Our dog Major used
to be on a chain in the garden he kept the robbers at bay. Im fairly new
to this internet stuff and still learning about it,ive found a few people
that lived in Malvern. some of the stories ive read would make a good book
. Most of us who were around in the 60s can well remember Artie Lockyer,who
wouldnt after having your earholes clipped and being sent home to tell your
parents before he called round to tell them himself. He was a friend of
my Dad but it was of no consequence to me i still got a slapping or two.
I was born at George Stubbins the Butcher at no 37 Station road in my god
parents house i think or so im told. The wooden bridge was a great play
area for us but it was a very dangerous place when you look back and remember
all those planks that went missing for the bonny or the fire at home when
there was no coal. we used to jump from the bridge onto the moving coal wagons
and let the coal out on the move then leg it over the rails to Malvern where
we lived to safety. to anyone out there in the Seaham/Sunderland area who
may be related to me please get in touch as i have not seen any of my cousins
for around forty years. cousins would be from Uncles Ned, Richy,Ralph, john
Spencer
I left Seaham
in 1965 and throughout my childhood and teenage years I remember
the great respect accorded to Arthur Lockyear. He was the ultimate
copper whose vast local knowledge made the local 'villains' very
wary. He was a familiar sight and seemed able to be in several places
at once, riding along, a giant figure dwarfing his tiny motor
bike.
He was also
a very brave man who could tackle and outface drunken troublemakers
in the local pubs. In the early 1960's my mother and stepfather went
into the licensed trade and, on one occasion, I saw Arty calmly face
and disarm a drunken man who had been threatening my stepfather with
a knife. No calls for backup, just a quiet insistence and determination
that led to the giving up of the weapon. Only then did he summon
a car to take the offender into custody.
Arthur Lockyear
should not be forgotten for dedication such as his is rarely seen.
I am pleased to be able to add my memory of him to the Local Heroes
page.
Anne Storey (nee
Knowles)
Grimsby, North East
Lincolnshire
I would not detract from Artie's
memories in the least, and many of them I have. His courage in the face of
adversity could not be faulted, but every plus has a negative. I remember
many a time at the Dawdon Hotel in the late sixty's, if Artie was there at
12.30am it was o/k to drink. When the panda car arrived to take him home
the words were,"See your beers off boys, it's
time to go home?' Tom Moreland, London Dadmoreland1@aol.com As a former leader
of the Kestrel patrol of 1st Seaham scouts, based at Cuthies church hall
(until they banned us for putting footprints on the ceiling.......) I can
remember Artie turning up at our weekend camps up in Seaton. Was it a coincidence
that a delivery of cakes turned up soon after? No doubt he wasn't a perfect
copper or a perfect man but he was a good enough man to be remembered with
respect.
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[TOP ]Mico Murphy Seaham winksongs@hotmail.com My grandfather used to own and run Bankhead Fisheries and Aquariums, and Arty was chugging past one day when he spotted my grandad's Alsation dog running loose. He stopped his bike and got of to go in and inform said grandfather about the beast. The dog ,Russ, must have taken an instant dislike to him because he ran over and bit him on the leg. I've never seen Arty run so fast. My grandad received the dressing down of all dressing downs and Russ was confined to quarters from then on. I think grandad and dog got off lightly, or perhaps a few pints were paid out in restitution. I never did find out. Alan Rowell OTHER Comments
What can anyone say about Mr Lockyear, I saw
all sides of "Arty" as he was called as long as you were outside of clipping
range, in my formative years in Dawdon. It was in fact a BSA Bantam 125cc
he rode ( a better advert for that machine, could never be found ) he was
the "enforcer " of the law of my youth, in his presence all the hard lads
went suddenly quiet, and there were quite a few in those days. I remember
a shopkeeper near the Empire who sold fireworks to young kids, a visit from
Mr Lockyear and he never sold fireworks again.
In later years I saw another side of the man, a caring, concerned, person who would do his best for anyone that he could. The stories are legend about "Arty" most of them true, I witnessed first hand so many that as they say "you could write a book" Finally, my last memory of the man, was when in the bottom conservative club a voice behind me used my first name and asked if I would mind signing him in, this was after he had retired from the force, it was a great pleasure to be asked. Sadly the political climate today does'nt allow for the P.C. Arthur Lockyears, who did more to keep the peace and look after his patch than scores of modern day policemen. Ron Dawes. Spain |