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Aughton maps

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Aughton area books

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Memories of Aughton

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Lancashire memories

Grandparents

The Fenwick Arms c1955
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My grandparents live just off shot, and have lived there for as long as I can remember!
My grandad has sadly passed away but is still nearby, he is buried in the church yard! I remember when I first met my husband, and we went to the "fenick" for a drink while my grannie got dinner ready - my grandad was a real character!  I used to go mushroom picking in the fields, and walking across the fields to the river, I don't think I ever liked the cows though!! I saw my first birth there too, a cow in the field opposite, something I have never forgotten. What ever happened to local dialect?  I would listen to the strange way my grandad spoke, fascinated as I struggled to understand what he was saying! Good job my dad could translate, something I then did for my husband!

Wartime Evacuee 1939-1940

In August 1939 I was evacuated frm Salford to Caton. I had my gas mask, a small parcel of food and a label on my clothing. We arrived at the then beautiful station, adorned with flowers. Then we walked to the Village Institute, where villagers were waiting for us and to choose their evacuees. I was lucky to be chosen by a lovely old couple, George and Mary Thexton, who then lived at 4 Gable Houses, now renumbered. They were very kind to me and I enjoyed every moment living with them. George worked at the cotton mill where I used to help, cleaning machines, haymaking, looking after Dobbin the horse and feeding the many ducks on the mill pont. I went to Brookhouse School but the evacuees only went for half days so the village children could go on the other half days. I walked over the hill in all sorts of weather. I remember that awful winter when the snow came as high as the bedroom windows. I... Read more

Scouts 1909

The Castle Hotel c1965
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I have a photo of my great-grandfather John Richard (Dick) Erskine outside the Castle Hotel, Hornby in 1909 with two young Scouts named Lawrence and Hector Todd (born 1900 and 1901 approx). They all formed part of the 1st Lancaster Troop. If anyone has any information about Dick Erskine (especially post 1945), I would love to hear from them as am researching the family history.

Dancing

My memories are of dancing in the Castle Hotel, in the upstairs ballroom before the new vilage hall was built.

Old Friends

Hi, my name is Ted Holmes, I was bred up Roeburndale and attended Wray, and later Burton in lonsdale, Schools. Are any of my old friends out there?

The Vicarage, Wray

During the Second World War, my dad's uncle Rev Alfred Bell was vicar of Wray parish church. We used to travel to Wray from Blackburn where we lived for a weekend to visit them, it seemed to take forever! Uncle Alfred and Aunt Edith had a son, Raymond who was eventually vicar of St Michaels on Wyre, Eileen their daughter was slightly disabled and very involved in the church. My memory is of the bees and Uncle Alfred making honey in the courtyard of the vicarage and hand turning the barrel. In 1995 my husband and I who live in Canada returned to the UK for a visit, went to visit Wray on the VE weekend. It was quite a sight to see the village decked out with all the memorabilia, the vicarage now a private residence, the walled garden across the road, no longer there. We met a gentleman who knew the family so it was very nostalgic for me to re-live something which happened so many years ago. ... Read more

That Small Tin of Paint!

Just after my father brought Borwick Hall in 1946 I went with my mother to a shop and she brought a tin of paint. I was all of eight years old at the time and when we got back "home" I looked around and wondered just where she would start!

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