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Historic maps of Akeld and the local area, hand-drawn by Ordnance Survey and Samuel Lewis. View all Akeld maps
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Northumberland Tyne and Wear Photographic Memories
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Northumberland Photographic Memories
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£14
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The Clazeys - John and Isabella Oswald
John Clazey or Clazie was a miller. His wife was Isabella Oswald. Two of their sons were born in Etal: James Oswald Clazey and John Oswald Clazey (1819 and 1823). An older brother George, was born in Berwick-Upon-Tweed in 1815 or 1816.
GEorge left for the US in 1841...his son, James Oswald Clazey returned to become a... [more]
Shared on 01 July 2006
Summer holidays riding bicycles, and horses, playing football on the Village Green or by Blindburn Hall, fishing under the bridge or wading through the water onto the stone island. Helping the village farmer walk the cows down for milking in the evenings and then walking them up to pasture in the morning, collecting eggs from the hen houses and stacking the... [more]
Shared on 02 June 2008
While I was on a family holiday in Northumberland, I went to Berwick one Saturday in March 2004 and enjoyed a rare sunny and mild day doing two things I enjoy: a walk on the pier to sniff the sea air and secondly a football match!
I went to watch Berwick Rangers play Hamilton which was the first Scottish... [more]
Shared on 06 September 2008
Visiting the Grace Darling Musuem, then her grave in the churchyard opposite, was an annual event while on holiday on the Northumberland coast. Peering through the bars around the tomb I was often reminded of how my grandmother had pulled herself up, slipped and put a metal spike through the base of her chin. As I could never spot a scar... [more]
Shared on 04 August 2009
