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Born And Bred
I was born in 1949 and grew up on Victoria Terrace. The picture of Victoria Terrace has special meaning to me, upon closer inspection I noticed my mum scrubbing our front door step, this she did daily along with the strip of pavement in front of our door. I lived in village until I married in 1969. How the old place has changed over the years, I remember walking through the fields to school, in their place now are bungalows and houses.
The railway line ran in front of our house and the old station house was a good place to meet friends until it became unsafe and demolished. My grandad worked in the saw mills the buildings of which are just visible in the photo. These were happy times and I could go on and on about the changes but I just dont have the space.
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My Mum's Memories of Galgate
My mother's name was Alice Margaret Ellen Davis who was born 6 January 1915. Her mother died when my mum was just three years old on Christmas Day 1918. She was buried in the churchyard in Galgate. Her father went to work in Preston and her older brother was sent to work on a farm, while my mother was brought up by a couple who lived in the village of Galgate in a lovely cottage called "Woodbine Cottage". Their names were Josh and Mary (I don't know their suranames) but they were brother and sister. They wanted to adopt my mother but her father wouldn't allow it. She told me she was so very happy living in the village, the lovely long garden full of tomatoes and flowers and all the railway embankments full of primroses and daisies. The next move in her life was an unhappy one as her father re-married and the lady he married already had a child. She was... Read more
Williamson Park Gate House
The 1881 census shows my grandfather (John Smart) and his family living in this house. He was the Landscape Gardener of the park.
Chapel
Each week, as a 15 - 16 year-old, I used to cycle from Morecambe on a Sunday morning for an organ lesson at the chapel of the Moor Hospital. It was uphill there and downhill home. My teacher was the organist there, also Director of Music at LRGS, and my lesson started after the Sunday morning service. As I progressed I was allowed to play the recesssional after the service. Every few years I come back to look at that magnificant building (the Annex) and think of all those thousands of people, staff and patients, who kept that sanctuary alive - a city within a city - which care within the community cannot now hope to replicate. I regret its demise and the safe haven it provided for so many people.
Henrys. Market Street.
I used to work at Henrys store, in the stock room. It was my first real job. It was a great old place. In the cellar was a secret passage way to the castle, bricked up from when there was a farmhouse there, I was told.
Christmas time was fantastic with Father Christmas and the grotto, and Father Christmas was my grandfather before I worked there - I sat on his knee when I was small and didn't know it was my grandad, how's that! I loved that place. British Home Stores rebuilt on the site and I worked for them for a while too. Allan Holmes.
Old Bernard's Memories of The Park
Ah! I remember when I was a little lad! I used to walk around the park after days at school, spitting chewing gum into the water with my friend Godric Weatherballs. Lord! The fountain was like a spitting mermaid! Jovey olives, this picture does jog memories... for example, Godric, Clifford and I used to skydive here, and swim in the lake in summer. Ach! The lake! So full of fascinating creatures: dragons, Nessie, Marilyn Monroe... and, as demonstrated by this photograph, they were all black and white. I do hope you're enjoying accompanying me on my stroll down Memory Lane! I simply cannot fathom the differences between 1920s Billy's Park and the park today, in 2010! Such colour! And, tearfully, I seem to see no skydiving children in the park today. However, I have heard that weddings occur here today, which delights me slightly. Well... Lord... As you can see I'm still at a loss of wording! I wish I could list my memories all day long... This one park made such... Read more
The Flicks
The magnificent Odeon Cinema, an Art Deco masterpiece, became a multi-screen horror, then a Bingo Hall. Sadly now torn down (2010) to make way for shopping. The doors bottom right corner were where we would sneak in free after a friend opened the exit. At age 10 we climbed the fire ladders to the roof high above the city!
