The White Swan c1965, Bubwith
The White Swan c1965, Bubwith Ref: B432014
Memories of The White Swan c1965, Bubwith
Bubwith Memory
My parents, Maurice and Jessie Carroll, ran the White Swan pub at Bubwith from about 1962 to about 1966. There used to be a stable block to the right of the picture which they had demolished and an extension to the pub (just visible in the photo) was built.
Bubwith & local memories
Read and share memories of Bubwith and North Yorkshire inspired by Frith photos.
What A Sight For Sore Eyes
I was a farm hand at Whitley Bridge and was for that day a tractor driver. My job was to pull a trailer down a row of rhubarb roots which had been pulled out onto the surface. Mr Huddleston employed girls on his market garden farm - they'd total at least sixty girls & the majority of them were just turned sixteen. Their job was to use a pitch fork to lift the rhubarb roots onto the trailer on which I was the driver of the tractor. THESE girls were not dressed for the job. They wore very very short mini skirts, and every time they bent over it was a sight for sore eyes. My order of the day was for me to sit on the tractor seat and never get off it. I wished that I'd done exactly that! But seeing that there was a spare fork at hand I got off the tractor and uprooted some of the roots myself. I know,... Read more
LIVING IN BUBWITH 1966 - 1970
During the late 1960s I lived in the large house on the left of the main street in this picture. The shop just before it on the left was called Whittakers. My husband bought some land at the back of the shop to extend the area behind our house where we had some stables.
From 1950 to 1955. at Riversleigh. Staith St. Bubwith.
When I was five years old , Mum Dad and me moved to Bubwith in to a house by the Derwent called Riversleigh. My memories are many and varied from the five years I lived there. The house opposite used to be flooded each year and the folk who lived their just moved their belongings up to the first floor. We were more fortunate as the water did not reach the house just laid in the lower part of the front garden. The church All Saints was opposite and I was a frequent visitor on Sundays to attend the Sunday School and also during the week as I had a fascination with the local grave digger who called Mr Batty. He was very kind and I spent many an interesting hour with him whilst he tended the grave yard and on occasion dug a grave. To this day I have an interest in old church grave yards as they hold much history.
The village school which was a church school... Read more
