You are here:
Ashwood Dale
Ashwood Dale photos
Displaying the first of 7 old photos of Ashwood Dale. View all Ashwood Dale photos
Ashwood Dale maps
Historic maps of Ashwood Dale and the local area, hand-drawn by Ordnance Survey and Samuel Lewis. View all Ashwood Dale maps
Ashwood Dale area books
Displaying 1 of 11 books about Ashwood Dale and the local area. View all books for this area
You can read extracts and browse photos from these books.
Memories of Ashwood Dale
No memories of Ashwood Dale have been shared yet - be the first!
Add your memory of Ashwood Dale
or of a photo of Ashwood Dale.
Derbyshire memories
My Baptism
I was baptised in this church in 1927.
My Maternal Grandfather Was A Waiter Here
I remember my mother telling me that my grandad used to work there, also my uncle.
Tuesdays
On Tuesday afternoon we could go with the class at school to listen to the orchestra playing there for the sum of one penny. I think the conductor was Maurice Miles.
William Smith's Bath Chairs.
William Smith owned several Bath Chairs to convey invalids around Buxton.
My Nanny by Ella Mae
The best thing about Peak Dale is that my nanny lives in Peak Dale. xxx
James S. Blair
My great grandfather was James Simoson Blair. He lived at Moorcroft in Buxton up to 1927. When he died he was quite a prominent figure and was captain of the golf club, and a trophey is presented each year even now in memory of him. Does anyone know or have information on him or the family? Thanks.
Loss of A School Chum
I was born in Peak Dale 6.9.40, at which time Peak Dale was very much a limestone quarry village. As it is coming round to Easter it reminds me of the first tragic loss that I vividly remember. While we were in school our teacher asked us to bring some pussy willow for the setting up of our Easter decorations. A boy named Brian Sidall who always eager to please said he knew where the best Pussy Willow could be found but he wouldn't tell any of us where it was in case we got there first. Brian lived in the first house of a little row of quarry houses just inside the entrance of a quarry. He got up one morning and went to get the Pussy Willow. He hadn't told anyone that it was growing out of a crack on a ledge half way up the quarry face which was brash and bitting and totally unsafe. Brian knew how to get up to it and as he was... Read more
