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Lost Relatives
My mother's family mostly lived in the Askern area in the 1960s. I am trying to find any family still living there - the family name was Rosbottom.
Warrener
Greetings Folks! I am doing some family research and have reached a bit of a dead end with my Grandfather, Andler Warrener (possibly known as Hanley Warrener in his very early life). I know that he was born in 1869 in Askern to Charlotte Gray. He was adopted shortly after by Samuel Warrener, b. 1834 and Hannah Warrener, nee Clayton, b. 1837. Do any of these names ring a bell with anyone or is there a local facility where I can research who Charlotte Gray was? Any advice would be greatly appreciated.
My Dad
My father Alan Clowes died down Askern pit on 20/5/1980. I've looked on lots of websites concerning Askern colliery but I can find no reference to him. I was 13 years old at the time and would like to know more about it. I don't live in Askern any more and would imagine most of the people involved may now have passed. He would now be 77 years old.
Besthorpe Boys Boarding School in The 1870s
I am researching my family history and found that my great-grandfather John Futtit was a pupil and boarder at the Besthorpe boys' school, the family had moved from Askern to Cottam in Nottinghamshire to farm, but even though John was born in Askern his life was spent in Cottam, but his father sent him to private school in Askern. At this time Askern was a spa village I gather and was quite famous for people taking the water, but the coming of the coal Mmne changed the dynamics of the village.
South Yorkshire memories
Campsall. South Yorkshire. Near Doncaster
I lived in Campsall with my dad Joseph (Joe) Smith, my brother Terry and sister Jeanette. My father worked down Askern pit for many years till he retired at the age of around 55. He passed away in 2009 (Feb). My brother and sister now live in Carcroft near Doncaster. Growing up in Campsall I have got a number of memories. Leaving school at the age of 16 on the Friday and starting work at Askern wood yard on the Monday, with Shaun Murphy (he still works there to this day - 24 July 2011), where I worked for about 6 years, then going to work in the mines of Askern colliery for 11 years. When I was not at the pit I was working at David Carr's farm with Des Rowland for around 4-5 years.
Skellow Hall Children's Home
I can remember the day I first went to Skellow, in the year 1950. I was put into the children's home at the top of Skellow Road where three of my brothers were at the time. The superintendent then was Mr Rhodes and his wife Mary. They only lasted four years of my childhood as the new superintendent came, who was there till the day I left, some nine years later. Lads attended the local schools, first the older lads who attended Skellow Secondary Modern School and I at the infant school that was joined on to it. The building was far smaller than what is there now, plenty of room to play and orchards which bears a variety of fruit. The old stables were in good order and the coach houses used as garages. My memories were of good and bad of my treatment at the home, but as far as I'm concerned will be with me for the rest of my days, I hope to finish a book... Read more
My Childhood
I was born in this year, but do not have much to remember from then. About 1974 and I remember playing with a few children in the village. The Lister children really I rember. The Twiggs lived in the Abbey. I spent endless happy days there with the horses. The ghosts, mainly monks from the abbey. I lived in 3 Station Cottages. The Scotts in the bid house on the A318. Mr Webb at the Priory with his lovely horses. Colin and Jessie at Forge Cottage. I thought I'd die when my father said we had to move. I loved and still do love that cottage and village. We had no pub, no shops and few buses, oh, and not many street lamps too! Mum and I would walk back from ballet lessons in the pitch black, but we knew all the shadows and felt the cold winds in the winter. I also remeber Peter Sutcliff in the later years too. The endless murders and not really so far away.... Read more
