Bradford, Chellow Dene 1897
Memories of Bradford, Chellow Dene 1897
I remember walking our dogs Bradley and Monty here. It was always beautiful. We now live in Australia and Brad came with us. He passed away peacefully in 2011. Monty stayed at home and also had a long life. Bitter sweet memories
I remember chellow dene fondly from walking with my mum and our dog Lassie. Yes, I remember the ice cream place and water fountain. It was a place we always went to and then, when I grew up, I took my boyfriend who later became my husband and then my children went. I also remember playing in the wood with my friends, and the bluebells, and my friend and I had a secret garden in the wood, magic.
I was born on the Haworth Road estate and in my childhood roamed all over the district. Chellow Dene was a particular favourite especially in winter when it froze over! Sandy Lane park was another place we visited to go on the swings and slide. Any one remember 6 days only by Heaton Woods and the nettle drink shop? Only time I visit Bradford these days is sadly to attend funerals of old pals. What a dump Bradford has become, I now live in Blackpool, not too bad a place, not perfect but better than Bradford by miles. Derek Fordham.
Ohh...if there was ever a place to find peace ...it was/is Chellow Dene. I was born at St. Lukes hospital in 1967. We lived on Manningham Drive until I was about five ...then moved to the new Dale Croft Estate on Sandy Lane and our house backed on to the quarry view. I had a west Highland Terrier called Tina and we spent so many happy times at Chellow. I remember the lovely fountain...it must have been copper ..as it was always streaked withe green. The bottom reservoir had a small round pumping 'house' . My mum told me a story about a pair of lovers who went there for a liason and got drowned in it...don't know if it is true or a legend. I have happy memories of walking the 'secret pathways' through the bluebells and ...Read full memory
My first memory of Chellow Dene reservoir dates back to the mid-sixties. My grandparents Jack and Betty Parkinson lived at Chellow Grange Lodge, just down the road from the reservoir, and when I visited them - my parents and I lived about 20 minutes walk away - they would often take me there. A few weeks ago I visited the area for the first time in 30 years and was pleased to find it almost unchanged, although the fountain has now disappeared!