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Bonningate maps
Historic maps of Bonningate and the local area, hand-drawn by Ordnance Survey and Samuel Lewis. View all Bonningate maps
Bonningate photos
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Crook| Kendal| Skelsmergh| Crosthwaite| Winster| Natland| Windermere| Bowness-On-Windermere| Sedgwick| Levens| Endmoor
Bonningate area books
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Memories of Bonningate
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Cumbria memories
Dr Manning's Yard.
My grandma used to live in the Cottage above the head of the Boy leaning on the wall. We use to love visiting and playing in the Yard. Great memories.
New Shambles - Michael Goodwin''s Shop
The boy in the hat is my grandfather, and the girl is his sister. The shop that they are standing outside belonged to their grandfather, a well travelled gentleman born in 1832. The view is remarkably unchanged in 2008!
My Grandmother Owned The Brown Horse Inn Until 1922
My grandparents Mr. & Mrs. Cecil Carl Stronnel owned the Brown Horse Inn until 1922 when my grandmother and my mother emigrated to Canada. My grandmother had divorced prior to their departure. The present photo is very
similar to the one that hung on the wall of my grandmother's home, I believe the one she had had a horse in the sign which as I recall hung out front. My grandmother was a school teacher in the area, her maiden name was Margaret Atkinson. Her father Enoch Atkinson captained the ferry on Lake Windermere. While a member of the RCAF in 1957 I attempted to visit the Inn but it was closed while the owners were on holiday. Unfortunately I never did get back to see it but still hope one day soon, I hope.
Brown Horse Inn 1920 to 1995
I am writing to add my memories to those posted by my sister Sheila McCormack. My name is Norma (McCormack ) Gibson. Our grandparents ran this hotel in the 1920s.
Their names were Margaret and Cecil Stronnel. They had a daughter Irene Margaret Stronnel. My mother told me about their Manx cats that had no tails. Sha also told me that at that time the beer was served in bottles sealed with glass alleys (marbles). She said that she broke several in order to have the alleys to play with. This of course resulted in discipline. My mother and grandmother left England and came to Canada, first to Hamilton, Ontario where they lived for some time and then to Thunder Bay, Ontario, where my grandmother lived until her death. My mother remained in contact with family members in England and during later years she received a letter from the owners of the inn asking her for information on the inn as they believed it was haunted. I myself wrote in... Read more
Dobson Ancestors
I don't know if this message is relevant to this website. My story is about my Dobson ancestors who lived in Selside, Cumbria for the first half of the 19th Century. My GrGrGrGrandparents lived in the same house in Selside from their marriage in 1800 to their deaths in the 1850s. Their house was called Low Jock Scar and over the years it changed its name to Cowholme before reverting back to the original name. I've learned that the original house was condemned in the 1970s and pulled down but now a B and B stands in the same spot with the original name. MyGrGrGrGanparents were Robert and Nanny Dobson and they had 9 children all born at Low Jock Scar. I looked up this website in the hope there was a photo of the original house or at least something about Selside. Thanks for reading this. Vera
Oxenholme Inn
My great-grandfather Tommy (Thomas Kendal) Cross owned the Oxenholme Inn in the late 1800s. He apparently lost it in a card game and eventually emigrated to the United States with his wife and several children. I'd love to see a picture of the inn from back then or hear any stories or recollections.
The Low Wood Hotel
We were only here briefly. Just a few early spring and summer months. My parents were managing this hotel for the season. One fine day, when there was a pause in the arrivals & departures of coach buses filled with tourists, my father took me across the road. There on the banks of Lake Windermere was a rowing boat. He taught me how to row and I as very grateful to him that wonderful morning. On my birthday in June, my parents and staff were very busy catering to thirsty tourists (it was always teatime!) So, I decided to find the source of a small river which ran down the hillside behind the hotel. I followed the water until it became more narrow. Suddenly, still higher up, I found a carpet of wild bluebells. It was such a gift to find. I lingered and then went upwards and beyond until the stream disappeared. There was a wide, high hill before... Read more
