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Historic maps of Barton and the local area, hand-drawn by Ordnance Survey and Samuel Lewis. View all Barton maps
Barton photos
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Halsall| Lydiate| Ainsdale| Scarisbrick| Formby| Freshfield| Ormskirk| Southport| Sefton| Burscough| Churchtown| Crosby| Blundellsands
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Happy Days
The main memory that I have is growing up in a small village with lots of friends, the pear tree wall will last in my memory for ever, the meeting place for all, playing football on the green, fathers aginst the children, everyone was happy them days.
Going swiming in the canal during the summer holidays, snow drifts in the winter as high as a telephone mast, the smell of the tar as the men relaid the road.
Growing up
Growing up in Haskayne was the best time of my life, friends made were friends for life, Life was slower than now but oh so better, One of the endearing memories of Haskayne is of the PEAR TREE WALL, about five feet tall, with several pear trees on the other side, a place I met my friends on numerous occasions, My uncle Joe standing on the corner of School Lane and Riding Lane listening to his radio, great days, all the children knew and liked uncle Joe, this over all the time he was there, many years. Outside of Sephtons Farm there is a large stone, one I sat on many times for a rest on my way home from school, across the road from my grandparents' home, The fields and woods across the moss just outside Haskayne village will stay in my memory for ever, great places for children of the day to play, next to the Cheshire lines, after the trains stopped running. Thank you Haskayne for my childhood,
GT.Grandfather
My memory of this church is that my Gt.Grandfather was singing in the quire at the time of the publication of the picture of the interior of Halsall.
Additionally he was (I have been told by my grandmother)employed as head gardener to the rector the Revd.Canon TBH Blundell and I am very pleased to say that there is a brass tablet to the memory of my Gt.Grandfather on the Sth.wall of the chancel.
My Godfather
My Godfather, Peter Jones's parents owned the Scotch Piper. I remember being told about the oak tree which actually grew up through the bar area. I went to primary school just along the way at Lydiate CE where I had the most fantastic time. I was Lydiate Rose Queen 1965-66 before movine south to Hampshire when I was 15.
The Church
Lots of my relatives and friends are buried in the churchyard here. I was christened here by Rev Woodcock who had married my parents. I believe that he may have also christened me in 1955. I sang in the choir with Mr Foot as choirmaster until I moved South in 1970. I remember spiking the balcony with the Union Jack flagpole at Church Pararde when I was in 1st Lydiate Guides!
Greetby Hill
I went to Greetby Hill from 1960 to 1967 when I went to the Grammar School. I lived down Ladies Walk up past Cross Hall and we walked down Thompson Avenue, Tayor Avenue and Greetby Hill to get to school. I remember Mr Butts and his bubble car.I remember being an angel in the infant school Christmas nativity play. A girl I knew, Very Rawsthorne, was killed walking to school on Liverpool Road. I was in 1A1, 2A1, 3A1 and 4A1, Mr Crompton, Mr Tinsley and Mr Hesketh. I still have all my school reports, I used to get As and Bs in 1A1 and 2A1 then it all went downhill. I think The Monkees were to blame for that.
Granny And Grandpa
My memories relate to the war years and just after. My paternal grandparents lived in Scarisbrick. I can remember the house, kitchen and front and back gardens. It seemed a much bigger house than ours and probably was. I don't remember any houses on the opposite side of the road. When we travelled on the bus from Ormskirk, the light flickered through the leaves overhanging the road, creating a kaleidoscope of colour as we travelled along. When we waited for the return bus, the wooded land alongside had a notice saying - Trespassers will be prosecuted. I wondered what the word prosecuted meant, and experienced a little shiver as my mother explained. I remember Scarisbrick - or the part I knew - as very much in the countryside. I cannot remember it ever raining when we were there but I'm sure it did.
Granny had a sampler on the wall, completed when she was a child of nine. I have always wondered what happened to it. I thought it... Read more
