Market Street c1955, Carnforth
Market Street c1955, Carnforth Ref: C35013
Memories of Market Street c1955, Carnforth
Market Street (and Nearby!) Carnforth
I remember Market Street, with its shops,cenotaph and the County Hotel on the left hand side of this junction (out of sight!). I lived on Preston Street from 1951 to approx 1966 and went to Carnforth North Road school. My surname was Newcome then. We used to go to the County Hotel for our school Christmas parties and there used to be a real elephant's foot in the entrance (that wouldn't be allowed now, I bet!). Although I defected to Yorkshire when I married in 1972, I still come back here and take a trip down memory lane walking down Market Street....but can't find Sowden's, or Week's or the butcher (above whose shop my mum's best friend lived). The cenotaph is still there, the station, the bus stops... and the pavements are still the same! I remember my sister getting knocked down by a bike as we rushed to the Remembrance Day service at the cenotaph. Does anyone remember the 'selling out shop' nearby on Lancaster Road? Those were the... Read more
Carnforth & local memories
Read and share memories of Carnforth and Lancashire inspired by Frith photos.
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!
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.
Upstairs... Read more
