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Lancashire memories
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
Grandparents
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!
Draining The Lands
I took my father back here in the 1980s as he said he use to work on the fields around this area draining the lands. He is in his eighties now and recently we went through some of his old photos and came across Quernmore. I have old sepia photo' he had taken of this area and of the small church to the left of this picture halfway down the road on the right hand side. This was his job in 1948 to dig and drain the land around this particular location. They lived in temporary huts just a little further up from the cross roads on this picture.
1958-1964
My name is Steve Whitfield, we lived in Whitecroft (on the Crossroads) and that is where I grew up. Went most of my time to boarding school with my two brothers, dating back to the 1960s. My father was employed as Chief Accountant for Jas. Williamson in Lancaster (remember them?) and I have so many wonderful memories as a child, cycling down to Condor Bottom, or catching moles with dear old Mr Fox. John Cousins exercised his racehorses on the roads up to Clougha, past Bolland's farm, and that's where I learnt to ride. As a boy, in my school holidays, trips to Manchester and Haydock in the horsebox were dreams come true, the locals in Bowerham used to applaud us when we left the yard fully laden with our equine superstars! Unbelievable now in this day and age.
I now train racehorses in Germany, but still have wonderful memories of my youth, the rain, the sheep, the Border Collies (Ken, he was brilliant), the abundant blackberries, Bees Bros,... Read more
Scouts 1909
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.
Growing up
My memories are of growing up at Barkinggate Farm in Roeburndale, attending Sunday school at Roeburndale chapel, and attending Wray school in the 1940s, and later on Burton-in -Lonsdale school.
I left Roeburndale in 1961.
