The only reference I can find is that this proposed some time around 1913.
I don’t know the closure date either sadly, perhaps a local can enlighten me ?
Lingdale Old Police Station
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Talking to the nearly always infallible forum that are the old lads in my local, they tell me the closure was in the winter of 1977/8. The last Station Sergeant was a certain Sergeant Bob Lowery who, they said, had a sixth sense for the neer’ do wells in Boosbeck and Lingdale.
My mother, Phyllis Fawcett, was born in 1917 and grew up in the Police House which was (I believe) adjacent to the Police Station where the Sergeant and his family were accommodated. My grandfather Ernest “Sandy†Fawcett was stationed at Redcar in 1911 and married in 1913. Mum’s birth was registered in Guisborough so I’m guessing they were at Lingdale when she was born.
Grandad remembered that policemen were not allowed to drink in their local pubs so his watering hole was in Skelton
a former Lingdale police officer wrote a book about his time working and living
in the police house at Lingdale Police Station, he wrote about an air raid in WW2
on the village where a german bomber dropped incendiary bombs near the village
near the allotments then the bomber strafed the village with gunfire and hitting
the police station, it is said rear of the building still bears the scars in the brickwork.
the station is now a private house so please don’t go asking to see if there is and bullet holes in the rear wall.
the same officer lived in France Street Redcar opposite the police station and one
evening whilst on duty i think during WW2 a young girl came to the police station
asking for as her mother was being hassled by a american sailor at their home in
Westfield Avenue, the sargeant sends the constable with the girl to the house, the
american sailor normally boards at the house when he arrives at Middlesbrough
docks but the girls mother didn’t want him to stay and he got angry, whilst the
police officer arrived in the street there was this american sailor with his duffle
bag on his shoulder walking towards West Dyke Rd, the police officer stops him asks of his name and intentions, he replied “my name is Mr Capone and i’m going
back to my ship” the police officer let him go and thought is he one of Al Capones
family, he didn’t ask but went to check on the girls mother who was ok.
i wish i could remember the name of the book it was a fantastic book to read.
a former Lingdale police officer wrote a book about his time working and living
in the police house at Lingdale Police Station, he wrote about an air raid in WW2
on the village where a german bomber dropped incendiary bombs near the village
near the allotments then the bomber strafed the village with gunfire and hitting
the police station, it is said rear of the building still bears the scars in the brickwork.
the station is now a private house so please don’t go asking to see if there is and bullet holes in the rear wall.
the same officer lived in France Street Redcar opposite the police station and one
evening whilst on duty i think during WW2 a young girl came to the police station
asking for as her mother was being hassled by a american sailor at their home in
Westfield Avenue, the sargeant sends the constable with the girl to the house, the
american sailor normally boards at the house when he arrives at Middlesbrough
docks but the girls mother didn’t want him to stay and he got angry, whilst the
police officer arrived in the street there was this american sailor with his duffle
bag on his shoulder walking towards West Dyke Rd, the police officer stops him asks of his name and intentions, he replied “my name is Mr Capone and i’m going
back to my ship” the police officer let him go and thought is he one of Al Capones
family, he didn’t ask but went to check on the girls mother who was ok.
i wish i could remember the name of the book it was a fantastic book to read.
Lingdale Police station is my family home we moved from Moorcock row lingdale to the police station in 1978 november after it had been empty for a few year and sold to Redcar and Cleveland Borough council. My mam still lives there to this day and she bought it very very cheap from the Council. It is very haunted and lots of activity and especially in the flat in the middle which was the actual station. My mam is Pauline Rix and dad was Benny Rix
I love the station, can only imagine the history and what it’s seen. There’s always a little black dog in the window. Makes me smile everytime. Do you know why the sign was scratched off? Seems a shame.
Yeah my uncle lives here now, no sign of ghostly activity other than the shadow that stands at the end of his bed at night.