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Memories of Bolton Le Sands
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Another Village Policeman
My dad was the village policeman from 1952 to 1958. He was Edward (Ted) Parkinson and we moved from Liverpool to Bolton-le-Sands in 1952. We lived in 40 Church Brow, which was the police house at that time. My dad retired in 1958 aged 46 after 25 years with Lancashire Constabulary and died suddenly on the night of his retirement presentation. There was a collection in the village and my Mum donated an altar cloth to the Parish church, which happened to be on the altar when I visited the church a few years ago. I have really happy memories of living in the village, obviously apart from when dad died, especially being in the Girl Guides run by Betty Cottam. Now living near Bolton I drive through the village quite often on my way to visit one of my daughters in Hawkshead.
The Village Policeman
My father was the village policeman during the Second World War, his name was Archie Evans. My mother died there in 1949. We lived in a house called Somersby. I was only 4 when we left, and my sister Carol was 11. My name is Kay Irene and I think I have godmothers in the village, but perhaps they are no longer alive. I have a picture of my mother taken on D-Day, I think with other mums and children in a field. My mother was called Mary but was known as Molly. She is buried in the churchyard but I have only been back to visit once.
Lancashire memories
Fish And Chips at Hest Bank
when i was young i would go for fish and chips they were great and there was always
something to do some where to ride on our bikes at hest bank.
I now live in australia and in 2006 took my three girls to england for a holiday
and went for a walk along the canal and over the railway crossing they thought
it was wonderfull.
my only sad memory of hest bank was of a girl guide who was killed crossing the road
to the fish and chip shop i knew her brother gordon from the scouts.
I look back at those days as some of my best. Allan Holmes.
Hest Bank /Bolton le Sands
I lived with my grandparents in Bolton le Sands. I used to cycle to Morecambe most mornings, to J. W. Blands, painters and decorators, where I was apprenticed, hail rain and snow. I knew every inch of the coast road, the top of Hest Bank hill and down past the Cinderella Home, past the golf links and Happy Mount Park.
Lovely memories now ..
Uplands, Haltex Lane
My great grandfather, Peter Wild, built the house called Uplands, on Haltex Lane on the banks of the canal in 1900 after he'd retired from the steel industry in Rotherham and Sheffield. I never met him but in 1996 I called at the house and had a lovely chat with Mrs Greenwood, the lady who lived in the flat which is entered by the main door. Above the door was a stained glass window bearing the initials of Peter Wild and his wife Barbara.
During WW2 I spent one or two holidays with a couple who had been employed by Peter Wild. They lived in a cottage on the main road and I remember sitting in the bedroom window watching convoys of army vehicles passing by. The couple had hens and I used to collect eggs for breakfast. A real luxury in those days. Happy memories.
Carnforth Lodge Lancaster Road
As a child in the 1960’s and 70’s I went several times with my family to visit Mrs Esther Pomfret (Auntie Ettie to us; she was a relation of my father's) at Carnforth Lodge, Lancaster Road. I don't think this is shown in the photo.
The first time I went there I was fascinated by the old house. It had a musty smell which I remember distinctly. The very low ceilinged kitchen had a big old table in the centre. From there a narrow passageway led to the rest of the house; on one side a sort of “snug” and dining area with a big bay window and window seat looking over the garden, and across the passage (overlooking Lancaster Road) a long drawing room. The formal entrance hall contained a huge bell suspended on a wooden frame which Auntie Ettie had brought there from Netherbeck, the farm she’d shared with her brother Tommy Dinsdale. There it had been used to summon farmhands to meals.
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Kellet Road
This was the street I was born on, although not in 1906! The house I was born in was number 110, which is the next house on the left - just off the photograph (although it wasn't built in 1906). Behind the terrace on the left was the Cooperative stables and bakery. By the time I was born in 1951 the stables had become the garage for their motor transport (eg their travelling shops). I think the bakery was still open when I was an infant - I can vaguely remember a smell of baking bread - but I am not totally sure. Happy days!
